A night out

David dressed quickly and Esther/Jacob told him to wait downstairs. A half hour later she/he emerged looking sexier than his wife had looked since their wedding night. She had on a short skirt that was on the virge of being too tight and too short, but didn't quite cross that line. It was the type that would make ever guy in a room take a second look, while making the women jealoud. She also wore a loose fitting blouse that still managed to accentuate her large breats. Esther also had her hair nicely styled and makeup applied better than he had ever seen.

"You look beautiful," David said in awe.

"Thanks," the boy said. "And stop thinking about me as Jacob. I can see the conflict on your face. For the rest of the night I'm you're wife, not your son. Treat me that way and I'll suck you off again before we have sex. I will make this the best night of your life."

"O-okay " David said.

Esther took him by the hand and together they walked to the car. Somehow, as she was getting ready, she had also managed to call and make reservation at the steak house downtown they had discusded earlier. A few minutes later they walked in the front door, still hand-in-hand, and the hostess showed them to the table.

As they walked through the restaurant, David was aware of the eyes of other men turning to checkout his wife. Although he had never told anyone, that had always been one of his secret turn ons. He liked the fact that other men lusted after Esther's body. Sometimes, while she was humiliating him and putting him down while making him jerk off, he liked to imagine her getting barebacked by one (or more) of the deacons from his church.

At last they took a seat and placed their order. While David's relationship with his son had been trying and difficult, on this night they were able to make casual small talk with no problem. It was becoming easier and easier to pretend that he was out with his wife and not his son. Maybe not the version of Esther he was with now, but the version he had married all those years ago.

It was actually turning into a wonderful date.

"So...why do you think our relationship has evolved into what it is now?" Esther asked. "I'm guessing when we met and started dating, I wasn't a stone cold bitch."

"Not at all," David said. "The year we dated was anazing."

"And I guess sex wasn't a problem?"

"No."

"When did we do it for the first time?"

"Well, there are different levels of 'doing it'," David said. "On our first date, which was to see the movie 'Flubber' with Robin Williams, you gave me a handjob. Made me cum in a movie theater full of families and kids. Had no idea popcorn butter made for a good lube."

"Thats a bit kinky."

"You wouldn't let me touch you though," he continued. "A few weeks later we were at a barbecue at grandma and....I mean your mom and dad's house and we slipped off to the garage, where you gave me our first blowjob. It was awkward and clumsy, not remotely as good as tonight."

"Thanks."

"I guess the first time we had sex was on our six month anniversary," David continued. Under the table he felt Esther's foot slid up his leg ans begin teasing his hard cock. "Your parents went on vacation, but you had to work. We used their bed because it was bigger and had more room. You were a virgin and I wasn't. I came in you but luckily didn't get you pregnant."

She began to more aggressively grind her foot against David's hardon. He had to close his eyes for a moment to focus.

"So when did we lose that spark?" Jacob asked. "When did we stop making love and drift apart? When did I become a cold hearted dominatrix with a dried up pussy?"