Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... my shoulder.

"I know *that*! But, I mean, if he wants to, say, 'do things with me alone', that's an immediate 'no' - this is *our* marriage, and we're the ones running it. Sure," she continued, a dreamy smile suddenly forming, "*I* want all the pleasure I can get!" - it was my turn to bat her - "But I want *you* to being loving it too! We're in this together!"

She leaned in, pecking me on the cheek.

"Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Good," she said, picking the bags off of the table, turning, and walking towards the door to the rest of the house. She looked back over her shoulder at me as she reached the threshold and winked.

"I'll call you up in a few minutes - you can give me a review of my purchases."

"Hubba-hubba!" I shouted as she started upstairs, laughing.

****

"Wow! I mean, just wow!"

"But *which one*?" implored Claire, turning in front of the full length dress mirror, straining to look over her shoulder at her sexy little backside.

She was wearing a virginal satin-lace white lingerie set, a delicate white bra with a pair of matching, high-cut knickers. She had a frilly garter belt sat daintily just above her belly button, the thing a mere one-inch strip around her, two small fasteners leading down the front of her hips, two curving voluptuously over her bottom, attaching to a pair of white stockings. Her buttocks stuck out a little more than usual due to the pair of black spiked three-inch heels she sported. By the *Gods*, she looked ...

... fine!

"Oh my lord," I enthused, "that man is going to need *some* restraint not to explode on the spot when he sees you!"

I looked over at the bed, amazed at how much packaging was apparently needed for such small items.

My wife looked across at me.

"But this one, or the black one?"

"I think this one. The black is good - hell, the black is *great*! It's a bit 'sluttier'," - Claire tutted at me, the mild chiding's effect somewhat diminished by the big smile she wore - "but I think the white is just, I don't know, *sexier*, you know?"

"Like I'm just about to be married, and he's having his way with another man's bride?" she said, her face all faux-innocence.

"God yes!"

She'd tipped me over the edge - I got up off of my chair, waking purposefully over to her. I grabbed her slender waist, a devilish grin on my face.

"Now let's get you out of all this. *Right now*."

I pushed her back onto their bed, Claire giggling as she fell.

****

**** Saturday evening

"Oh my God, I'm so nervous!"

I could tell - my wife was clasping my hand, almost painfully tight as we walked along the river front.

It was just before five, the sun starting to drop down below the horizon, giving the Thames a lovely sheen of gold, the evening bringing the first hints of a chill.

The wind got up, blowing Claire's long beige coat up, making her let out a small started 'eep!', trying to catch the fabric and brush it back down.

The south side of the river was very busy, small ...