Naughty Date Night

I got home from work Friday afternoon to find my garden tub full of bubbles, hot water, and my husband showered, shaved, and dressed for our weekly date night.

My husband had a margarita waiting on the edge of the tub, helped me out of my clothes and into the tub, told me he'd be right back, walked into our bedroom for a few minutes, where I heard him fumbling with bags, and returned with his cellphone in hand telling me he was going to take a few pictures of me while I bathed, shaved, and got ready for our night on the town, also mentioning that I had a surprise waiting in our bedroom.

I'd finished my drink, and started to bathe while he was busy taking pictures, asking me to play to the camera which I happily agreed to. Our seventeen year marriage was awesome, the past four years which we'd chosen to explore the unconventional lifestyle of an open relationship, swapping, and attending a few swingers parties had been very exciting.

I'd fixed my hair, and make-up, walked into our bedroom to see what my surprise was, and found a new black lace open cup bra, matching bikini panties with a built-in vibarator and remote laid out neatly on our bed, along with a khaki thigh length skirt, a navy blue button up shirt and blue three inch wedges.

I got dressed as my husband watched, telling me how sexy I looked, he grabbed the remote for my new panties, dropped it in his shirt pocket and asked if I was ready to go. We locked up the house, climbed into his truck and headed to our favorite place, which was a thirty minute drive from our home on Lake Greenwood.

We lucked out, getting our favorite booth ordered wings, jalapeño poppers, drinks and sat back watching the band set up listening to the DJ and talked with a few people we knew. The crowd was a mixture of couples, college students, and a few rough looking weekend bikers, the pool tables in the back were full, and everyone appeared to be having a good time.

During our ride, and while we waited on our food, my husband had played with the remote in his shirt pocket, which I discovered was pleasantly stimulating as it massaged my clit, bringing me close to orgasm every time it came on, leaving my new panties quite damp. Our server was a cute young college senior who we'd met before, he was good at his job, friendly, polite, a bit flirty, and knew my husband always tipped well.

My husband had decided that night that when Carl was waiting on us, he should hit the remote and see what happened, watching me getting closer and closer to orgasm while Carl was there. When he left to wait on other customers, I told him if he didn't stop, I wouldn't be responsible for what happened, he smiled told me to relax, have another drink, and unfastened another button on my shirt, telling me to lean on the table so Carl could see my new bra when he came back to our table. Turned my vibrating panties back on.

When Carl came back I was leaning on the table my shirt was gaped open, my open cup bra allowing Carl to see my right breast and erect nipple as he set our drinks down and picked up our empty glasses. He wiped our table down very well while my husband pretended not to notice Carl staring down my shirt, or that I was on the verge of having an orgasm. Carl was coming back to our table every few minutes, and each time he did I placed my elbows back on the table letting him look as long as he dared. My new panties were drenched by the time my husband finally turned them off and got up to use the restroom while Carl and I were talking about the band.

Carl said his shift was over, and placed our bill on the table, my husband was gone, so I paid our tab, and told Carl that my purse was in the truck and if he didn't mind walking me out I would give him his tip.

He brought my credit card back told me we could tip him the next time we came but agreed to walk me to the truck when I insisted. On our way to the truck he told me he liked my outfit, telling me I had a great figure, and I was very pretty. By the time we made it the truck I was carrying my shoes, holding onto to his slender arm thinking to myself that I would really like to fuck. I opened the door and was going through my purse, and looked over my shoulder catching Carl staring at my backside, so I turned around asking if he'd like to have another look down my shirt before he left, while I unfastened the remaining buttons and pulled it open. He stood there with his mouth open, staring, so I said you can touch them if you want, smiling as he placed his hands on my breasts and started squeezing.

Carl groaned when I ran my hand across the visible bulge in his khaki pants, telling him we should climb up in the back seat of the truck before we went any further, he opened the back door climbed in, helping me up as he scooted across the seat and pulled the door shut behind me. he peeled my shirt off, unhooked my bra, pulled his t-shirt over his head and reached under my skirt removing my panties before he leaned down licking, kissing, and sucking my breasts. I asked if he wanted to fuck me, he answered quickly hell yeah, and ran his hand up my skirt finger fucking my wet, freshly shaved pussy, making me climax within a few minutes. I unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it watching him pulling his pants and underwear down, his nice hard cock springing to attention.

I pushed him back and went down on him, telling him to finger my pussy, and pinch my nipples and make me cum again while I sucked his young stiff shaft, and fondled his testicles. As my third or fourth orgasm subsided he lifted his hips told me he was cumming and proceeded to fill my mouth with a huge amount of hot, thick, rather sweet sperm, saying oh fuck that feels good. I continued sucking him making sure he was completely done, and trying to keep his cock hard so he could fuck me, which I learned wasn't necessary as his cock remained just as erect when I'd first touched it. With one leg draped across his shoulder and the other across the front seat he fucked me thoroughly, hard, fast thrusts in the close quarters of the back seat of my husbands truck. He sat up and I rode him looking between the front seats of the truck, overcome by his youthful exuberance while he told me to work my sweet pussy.

I heard and watched people going to and from the club, and silently thanked my husband for his dark tinted windows, and saw him standing in front of his truck grinning as he patiently waited for me to finish. Before we were done, Carl had finger, and tongue fucked me, jacked off on my breasts, gave two sweet doses of sperm down my throat and filled my wet quivering pussy. When he started putting his clothes back on, he asked if we could get together again, we exchanged number's, enjoyed a long heated kiss goodbye and he left me naked on the backseat. My husband climbed under the wheel, dropped my shoes on the back floorboard handed me his phone, told me to scroll through his photo album and drove me home.

I looked at the photos again while I took my second bath of the night, after which my husband and I fucked for the next two hours, until we were both completely exhausted. His fascination with my naked body and voyeuristic tendencies still baffle me, but I must admit I enjoy them as much as he does.