A Night Out

Note - Use 'Start Game' to navigate this one. There are some variables to keep the story consistent depending on what branch you choose. I know some may not like second person writing, and personally it's not my favorite. I started writing this with the idea of making it enjoyable for a wife to read and self-insert in the story. As the tags indicate the story does veer sharply from vanilla couple's sex, but I try to keep the tone of the relationship between husband and wife as loving and caring, not demeaning or cruel. As you'll see, it's a fun new sexual exploration, not a Dom/Sub type relationship. Feedback is always apprecaited.

It's been a long and busy week, but now it's Friday night. Your husband takes the kids upstairs to put them down for bed and you head downstairs to get ready. Passing through the bedroom you glance at what he laid out for you; a classy little black dress, sexy black push-up bra, a lacy black thong, sheer black hold-up stockings, and the highest heels you own. Surprisingly there's not a garter belt. He loves garter belts, but maybe he held back because he knows you usually find them a bit uncomfortable and fiddly. Approving of his choices, you head to the bathroom, strip down, and step into the shower.

You wash quickly and touch up your shaving, then look at small jar where you hide you little vibrator and consider it for a second. You're looking forward to getting out of the house, but it would only take a minute... You feel yourself tingling at the thought of pleasure and give in. You fish it out of its hiding place and switch it on, the buzzing surprisingly powerful for its size, then glance over your shoulder to make sure the door is shut before touching it gently to your clit. It sends an instant bolt of pleasure through you that makes you let out a small, involuntary gasp under your breath. You rub it down you slit, letting the tip slide just a little inside, then a little more, again and again. You reach up and cup your breast, slick with water, and caress the nipple, feeling it stiffen. You start getting fully into it, and your hips thrust forward on each little penetration while it pleasantly buzzes. You feel yourself on the edge already, after literally less than two minutes, the pleasure is building and building and... then the battery dies and the vibrator cuts out. 'Fuck,' you mutter, the profanity out of character for you, but merited in this instance. You feel a touch of anger at your husband, though you know it's irrational 'he said he was going to charge it...'

Disappointed, you finish your shower and dry off. You straighten and style your long dark brown hair and do your makeup, focusing on your already alluring green eyes. Not too over the top; sexy yet tasteful. You put on the clothes your husband laid out for you, gather your little back handbag and a couple things you might need, and then see your rideshare just arrived. You head out the door and get in the waiting car. The driver's actually pretty cute, with tattooed arms and thick-rimmed glasses, and you decide to flirt with him a little, making some small talk and laughing at his jokes. Normally you don't like a talkative driver, but you like this one. Maybe it's just your mindset this evening. You smile in the darkness of the backseat, the occasional streetlight flickering across the full curve of your lips. You're out here to enjoy yourself in the open and free night, and all options could be on the table. Your driver tells you his name is Simon as he drops you off, and gives you a card with his number on it, 'in case you're looking for a ride later.' You arch an eyebrow and let the double entendre hang for a second, then flash your teeth in a smile and tell him you might take him up on that. You get out and thank him before he pulls away down the busy street. He's dropped you at the nicest bar downtown, the one with dim lights, soft music, and great drinks. He was very obviously into you, and his flirtation gives you the first hint of that buzz of excitement just behind your belly button. You walk from the well-lit sidewalk into the dark doorway of the bar.