18 Hours of Debauchery – part 1

18 Hours of Debauchery – part 1PreludeThe message:”You’re probably aware by now that your husband Ben has been sharing you with me using hidden cameras.I’ve watched you – horny and frustrated from this distance – as you and Ben have made slow, sensual love each night. I crave to do as he does – to wrap you in my arms and feel your warm skin; to kiss and tease your velvety nipples; to smell your musky pheromones; to taste your soft, wet pussy and plunge my tongue inside. But most of all I crave to feel your hot, wet pussy wrapped around my engorged, hard cock.I’m so envious of Ben – but he’s had you all to himself for far too long. 🙂 So here’s what’s going to happen.I’m going to make a reservation at your favourite restaurant. You’re going to leave Ben at home and meet me there for dinner. You will wear your favourite dress, stockings and a balcony bra that exposes your nipples to be teased as they rub the material of your dress as you walk. You will leave your knickers at home. Over the top you will wear your jacket with the bottom hem that ends mid-thigh and you will bring a small bag.We will stroll back to my hotel. There, we will experience bakırköy escort a night of passion, limited only by my own desires.”Ben recalled that Chris admitted his lust for me at our wedding (Chris was Ben’s Best Man!). He suggested that I wear a dress from that event – one that I wore to breakfast on the morning after the wedding – to show that we still remember his confession. It’s a modest, knee-length thin cotton summer dress patterned with small blue flowers. It was made to measure and figure-hugging back then. Twenty years later it is certainly snug now that I’ve filled out a little! And, wearing the black satin and lace balcony bra, little imagination was needed about my state of excited arousal as my nipples pointedly strained to escape the thin cotton covering them. The knee length of the dress gave me some relief from the anxiety of inappropriately flashing my bared but neatly trimmed pussy. The outfit was completed with a matching black satin and lace suspenders, sheer black stockings and two inch heels (mindful that Chris planned that we should walk from the restaurant to his hotel). For beşiktaş escort protection from the expected evening chill I carried a black, casual, lightweight cotton jacket, mid thigh in length, with a low-cut, two-button front. With hindsight I know that this was a fortunate choice. I’m not the kind of person that slaps on a lot of makeup; freshly painted nails in a dark maroon, lipstick and eye liner with my shoulder-length hair tied back in a ponytail and I was done. But that plain Jane look contrasted sharply with how slutty I felt inside!Ben and I drove to Brighton and arrived early enough for a slow stroll, hand in hand, along the lower promenade in the warm evening sunshine. The fact that Brighton was chosen as the location for this tryst was inevitable. It isn’t just the nearest city to our home, it is the stereotypical venue of ‘the dirty weekend’, host to hundreds of stag and hen parties each year and to husbands and wives escaping their dull marriages for a bit of nookie by the seaside with someone else. The prospect of meeting Chris again after so many years had my tummy fluttering and beylikdüzü escort heart beating, not just from excitement for the evening ahead but also nervous anticipation of Chris’ penchant for mystery and mischief. Ben and I were pretty certain that this wasn’t going to be a run-of-the-mill date, but something more planned and unusual. I knew that Chris was going to try to playfully push my boundaries, test my courage, dare me to meet or exceed whatever little ‘tasks’ he had planned knowing full well that each would be intended to erode my inhibitions and push me to the peak of sexual arousal. How do I know that? Because that’s exactly what Ben did when we dated! He and Chris are two of a kind; gentle, respectful, considerate, sexy as hell and fiendishly fun to be with.All too soon it was time for me to meet with Chris and for Ben and I to part. Ben drew me into a tight hug and we kissed, long and deep. Without a word, I stepped away and walked on. Ben turned and headed back to the car to drive home. This was it. Ben was travelling home having given his wife to be with someone else for the night; I was walking toward a new experience, a new man. A friend of thirty years was about to become one of my most intimate lovers. My pussy was tingling at the prospect, and my nipples were on fire as the thin cotton covering teased them, my tits swaying a little in the balcony bra with each step as I walked, nervous yet excited, wondering what lay ahead.To be continued…