Have some fun.

You text your husband, and then a few minutes later tell Simon to drive around to the back as you approach the house. {if i_enc != 4}When he's not looking, you slip your little black thong down and off, then carefully fold it and place it in your handbag.{endif} You turn to Simon as you start to get out and say, 'You know, this has been so fun talking with you. Could you take a little break for a minute?. Maybe walk me to my door?' You smile as you make direct eye contact with him. His reply is simply turning off the engine, then stepping out of the car. You pull him by the arm through the back gate and around to your patio, nicely laid out with cushions and with fairy lights glowing overhead, just like you texted your husband to prepare. He even left a bottle of sparkling rosé and two glasses.

You glance at Simon and he seems suddenly a little taken aback. 'Uhh, will your husband mind?" he asks, gesturing toward the rings on your left hand and looking nervously towards the back door of the house. 'We'll just have to make sure we don't make too much noise,' you say in a teasing tone. You think to yourself there's a decent chance he's actually watching from the house. Trying to put Simon at ease you say, 'but actually he set this out for us. He encourages me to have a little fun,' you say with a smile. Simon smiles back and takes a seat, visibly relaxing as he starts to pour the rosé. You sit next to him and take your glass, clinking it against his and taking a sip. Then you lean over slowly and kiss him, the liquid cool of the wine tingling between your lips.

It's a romantic setting, in the warm dark night under the twinkling lights. It's almost as though nothing exists beyond the golden bubble you sit in. You kiss and sip wine and feel carefree like you haven't in ages. It almost feels like you're two kids in high school making out in your parents' back yard. You let your legs spread apart a little and your dress rides up, showing the lacy tops of you stockings. You continue kissing and one of Simon's hands cups your head, while the other starts wandering. It drifts down just above your stocking-clad knee, then slowly and smoothly slides up until his palm is on the warm bare skin of your upper thigh. It travels a little higher on your hip, and you can tell he's surprised when he can't find the waistband of your underwear. He's movements are smooth and steady, not at all rushed and fumbling, making it so much better than those high school nights this reminds you of. He continues kissing you intensely, your tongues dancing together, while his hand moves down above your other knee, this time on the inner thigh. Again he caresses your leg slowly and smoothly upward until he finds your mound.

He rubs you slowly as he kisses you, like he's not in any rush as he teases your lips apart and rubs your clit. {if p_apt = 1}If he's surprised at how wet you are, he doesn't mention it, but you know you're practically dripping from what Pierre did to you. {elseif i_enc = 5}If he's surprised at how wet you are, he doesn't mention it, but you know you're practically dripping from what Isaac did to you. {endif} You expected some of the impatience of youth from Simon, not this relaxed and steady attitude. The movements of his hand are quite pleasurable, and you quickly feel yourself wanting more. You reach for his belt and have him unbuckled and unzipped in a second. He stands and lowers his pants, letting his rock-hard shaft spring out. By instinct you wrap your hand around it and then almost involuntarily you're comparing it to your husband's. It's much longer, though it looks slightly narrower or is that just an illusion because it's so long?. It's circumcised and completely straight. Simon smiles down at you, definitely a little cocky, 'bigger than your husband, I take it?' he asks proudly. You smile up at him as you stroke it, 'it's actually a lot like his, except much longer.' Simon smiles, clearly pleased.

{if p_apt = 2} You compare it to Pierre's and note that it may be a little longer, but it's much more slender. Still, the idea that you're holding the second cock of the evening that doesn't belong to your husband is somewhat thrilling. You feel so naughty as you {else}Then you{endif} take it in your mouth and work down his length as far as you can, though there's still a bit of shaft you can't quite fit. You've been out of practice with your husband all these years; you've haven't been with a guy this long since high school{if p_apt = 2}, though Pierre was more of a challenge with his thickness. You wonder if your husband is actually rather small, given the two other men you've seen tonight are so much larger.{endif}. After a minute you're ready for him to be inside you, but as you start to reposition you debate whether to ask him to wear a condom or not. It is a safe day for you, but then again, you didn't really set any ground rules with your husband on that topic.