Sir and i went out on a double date last night with our BFF’s. They are married and we met because our children were in kinder together (at a private Christian school no less!). We have always had a mutual attraction, but never reallyyyyyyy acted on it.
First the backstory…
So our kids were in kindergarten and as you stand outside the classroom door, you get to know one another’s faces, as the school year drones on you say hello, and it takes off from there.
i’ve always thought she was hot. She is probably **the** reason i wanted to kiss a woman. But she is the elusive, flirty, look-but-do-NOT-touch, type. When i am with her, i find myself with loads of JOY. So i’ll call her “Joy” from now on.
Joy is one of those women who is older and wiser than her actual years. In fact, i’m about 10-years older than her, but to talk to us, you’d have NO idea that she wasn’t older than me. She’s done more things, been to more places, and seen more wilder things that i’ve even dared to think about. At least, so she says.
She and i quickly became BFF’s as our sons also became BFF’s. It was convenient! And we confided in one another about everything – i think. i say ‘i think’ because the longer i know her (going on 10-years now!) the more i “find out” that she hadn’t told me before. Which isn’t bad, just eye opening in a “oh, i didn’t know THAT,” kind of way.
But because we talk openly, we talk about EVERYTHING. She once told me that “if we weren’t married to our husbands, we would make the perfect couple and i’d ask you to marry me!” and she was serious. And what’s more, i pretty much agreed with her too!
We hung out, texted, called each other A LOT. She started calling me, “HER MARIE”. And told her husband that “When I’m with MY Marie, you have to take a backseat. I’ll always come home to you, but she comes first!” WOW. Bold. (She’s NOT a submissive!)
Our husbands began to be friends too, because we would coordinate double-dates, just so that they were included but really, it was so we could be together too.
But that’s as far as it’s ever gone sexually too…… mostly anyway.
SEXTING with Joy.
She loves to sext me. Joy brings a smile to my face when she sends me naughty pictures and asks for some in return. She tells me she’s been with women before and loved it, but that her husband didn’t think it was ‘right’. i’ve decided i think that was simply an ‘excuse’ to tell me so that she wouldn’t have to get naked in front of me, in person, and let me have my way with her (and vice versa).
Joy has sent me all sorts of naked porn and seductively dressed pictures. i think she knows i’d love to taste her. And that’s likely why when we are together, she flirts (heavily) but because we are ALWAYS in public, it would never go further than flirting.
Joy’s husband.
Let me tell you a bit about Joy’s husband. Most of which is second-hand knowledge from Joy, because of course, i talk to Joy wayyyyy more than i do her husband.
Her husband is manly in that he works out, he’s done an Iron Man challenge, and he’s fit. She says it is all for show though. She says that on the inside, he is very much a puppy dog and does what she wants. She likes to “be on top” but she also likes to “top from the bottom”. Maybe she’s a switch and ultimately not just a dominant or a submissive!
She hands him devices and tells him to use them. Once she and i went to a girl’s night out and she told me that she “put his cock in a cage, took the key (with her to our girl’s night), and told him to expect sexy pictures from us all night while we were out.” And then she laughed and told me, “he likes it! And I like being in control!”.
And then she proceeded to tell me that she/i would take turns going to the bathroom taking naughty pictures and sending them to him. And we did. But of course, we didn’t do this “together”.
So because he is physically fit (The Iron Man Challenge!) and he loves Iron on his cock apparently too, i’m going to call him “IRON” from now on. So Joy and Iron are happily married with her telling him what to do… and in some ways.. telling me what to do too.
Fantasy date nights.
Joy has told me she wanted us to set up a date with each of our husbands, at separate restaurants, but on the same day and time. They would think they were going to dinner with their wife. But THEN when it came time to go out, we would tell them we had to drive separate cars (not sure how i’d have ever managed to convince Sir that while we are going to the same place, we have to drive separate cars!?).
And each of her/i would go to the “other husband’s” restaurant. And act, look, talk as if we are married to that husband. So she would go meet Sir and i would go meet Iron. And when we were together with the other one’s husband, we would touch, kiss, and ‘act married’ to that one.
We’ve never actually done that because at the time she suggested it, i wasn’t too sure how much Iron and i would actually have in common or what we would ‘do’ or talk about. And frankly, i was a bit worried that Iron would just get mad. David would likely be turned on and think it hot, but i wasn’t certain of that either.
SATURDAY REAL DATE NIGHT.
Last night Joy and Iron, and myself and Sir went to dinner and drinks altogether on a double-date. We went to a nice steak house and ate dinner, drank two bottles of wine, and went to the cigar room in the restaurant for a cocktail after that. (i was drunk off my ass!)
When i get drunk, i get horny. Okay, so i get horny pretty much anytime David is around, but still… it’s magnified when i’m drunk. Okay, maybe not magnified at all… maybe just that i tell him more… i become more aggressive about it!
And at dinner, i was sitting next to Sir and put my hand on his leg. i started rubbing his leg in a “i’m thinking of you” and “i love you” and a “massage” kind of way. He seemed to like it.
And the drunker i got, the more bold i got. i moved my hand up to his crotch and started rubbing on his cock. i could feel it responding. i could tell he liked it.
But that’s when he grabbed my hand, put it on my own leg, and said, “STOP! You didn’t ask permission to touch my leg, let alone my cock!”.
i cringed. Ouch, that kinda hurt my ego.
And i whispered, “may i please touch your cock Sir?” into his ear.
He said, “NO. You should’ve asked first. But you didn’t. So you lost that privilege!”
Joy was observant though and noticed this exchange. She looked at me and said, “are you okay?”
i said, “oh yes, i’m in trouble though. i didn’t ask permission.”
And Sir said, “Most definitely in trouble!”
Joy said, “Didn’t ask permission for what?”
Sir said, “Tell her!” Despite texting and sexting a lot with Joy, i hadn’t told her about this new submissive dynamic we had now.
Me, “For touching his cock without permission.” And i looked down.
Joy laughed and said, “i hope the punishment fits the crime” and she winked. i think she thinks i was in a ‘play/ fun kind of trouble’ and frankly, i wasn’t sure if she was right or not. i’d have to wait and see.
Cigar room fun.
Have you ever smoked a cigar? It creates a natural high from the nicotine. So combine alcohol, cigar high, and horny-ness (is that a word?) together and what do you get?
i got Joy sitting in my lap and proclaiming how happy she was to have “Her Marie” now.
That’s when Sir said, “kiss her”.
i wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or Joy, but it could be interchangeable. So she leaned in and pecked me on the lips.
Sir said, “That wasn’t much of a kiss”.
And she leaned in and KISSED ME. i tasted her tongue. i felt the heat between us. i wanted more. So i asked her if David could take our picture while we did that again. She laughed and said, “sure.” So i got to kiss her again. And i got a picture too. 🙂
But … alas… that was it. Done. No more. That was all she wrote.
Really?! i was left feeling teased on a whole new level.
MAYBE NEXT TIME.
Sir said we should start having more double date nights. And the next one maybe should be closer to home. And maybe the one after that, we could come back to our home. And maybe the one after THAT, he’d order me naked as soon as we hit the house and he would “strongly suggest” (because she would probably listen to Sir, but still want to be in control) that she use a toy on me. And then the NEXT time, he’d tell me to lick her pussy until she came. And then…. and then…..
And that’s maybe when she’d let Iron out of his cage to play also.
Maybe.
One can hope.
One day.
One date.
Soon.
Maybe.
Or maybe not!
Hugs ~
Marie
