Date Night - Part 8 (Patreon)

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Your wife looks impossibly alluring as she stands in front of the bathroom mirror in a black satin robe with the most delicate lace trim. She stands on her toes and leans forward to put on her dark red lipstick, and as she does the robe rides up and exposes the bottom of her smooth, taut, perfect ass.

She turns to you and offers a seductive look. "What do you think of this color?"

"It's really sexy," you say.

She smiles. It's a sweet sort of smile. It's the sort that makes it perfectly clear that she really likes that you think she looks sexy.

"Eric will love it," you add.

Her smile shifts, taking on a decidedly naughtier feel. You wonder if the same dirty thought that entered your head - that Eric will love seeing her dark red lips around his cock - entered her head.

"I think you're right," she says. "He does love it when I wear lipstick."

She goes down on Eric almost every time they see each other. She says she likes sucking his cock, that it never fails to get her wet, a fact that brings you a wealth of pleasure.

"You like it when I wear lipstick for him too, don't you?" she asks.

You nod. You like that seeing her in lipstick makes you picture your wife sucking another man's cock. You like that you can close your eyes and picture her perfect, soft, dark red lips wrapped around Eric's thick shaft.

"I love it," you answer.

She steps out of the bathroom and walks towards you while loosening the satin strap that holds her robe closed. It falls open, exposing her stomach, her cleavage, and her pussy, which is where your eyes go.

"What else should I wear for my date?" she asks. "Should I put on a pair of stockings for him?"

You reach out and caress your wife's soft, smooth thighs. You look up at her and nod as your fingers move between her legs. "You look so good in stockings, and Eric loves them, doesn't he?"

Your wife smiles and then bites her lower lip and moans as you slip a finger into her pussy, engulfing it the wetness and heat of her desire.

"Are we going to his place tonight?" you ask.

She leans down and kisses you softly. For just a moment her tongue slips into your mouth before she steps back, turns around, and walks to the dresser. She pulls out a pair of black lace top stockings and runs her fingers over the delicate material.

Your wife sets one of the stockings on the dresser and lifts her leg to step into the other. You stand and say, "Actually, can I do that?"

She smiles. "Of course."

You take the stocking from her and drop to your knees as she leans against the dresser. She lifts her delicate foot and you slip the nylon onto it and slowly pull it up her long leg.

"We'll end up at Eric's house tonight," she says.

"End up there?" you ask while making sure the lace top looks absolutely perfect against your wife's creamy white thigh.

She smiles and reaches down to run her fingers through your hair. You can't help but admire the way the robe rests against her breasts, exposing the sides but keeping her nipples hidden from your view. Her stomach looks smooth and taut and in the moment you feel a deep desire to lean in and worship her pussy. You resist the urge, though.

"Eric asked me on a date," she says.

You can't help but feel a sense of surprise. So much so that you're silent for a few moments. "A date? Like, a real date?"

Your wife nods as she hands you the second stocking. "Is that okay?"

From the start of this - from that moment you watched your wife flirt with another man in the bar - you've been on board. You've been more than on board, in fact. You've been thrilled. You've experienced pleasures unlike any other - unlike any you imagined possible, in fact. Those pleasures have all come from your wife's exploration of fucking other men, though. Not from her dating other men and it gives you pause.

"It feels different," you say as you pull the second stocking up her leg and adjust the lace top to make sure it looks just as perfect as the first.

Your wife leans against the dresser and runs her fingers between her cleavage and over her stomach. Your gaze follows until her fingers arrive between her legs and you watch two of them slowly disappear inside her. You hear the wetness. You know she's aroused. You assume she's at least in part aroused because she's going on a date with the man she's been fucking for the past two months.

"It is different, I suppose," your wife says as she pulls her fingers from her pussy and stares at them. You wonder if she's admiring the wetness in the same way you are.

You reach up and gently take her wrist in your hand. You pull her fingers towards your lips and take them onto your tongue. You close your eyes and gently suck them clean. Her juices are sweet on your taste buds and you're delighted when she moans. Though you feel a little anxious about the idea of her going on a date with Eric, you're still utterly enveloped in the arousal that has been with you on each and every date night since your wife first flirted with another man in the bar.

Her fingers fall from your mouth and you run your hands up her beautiful nylon-clad legs and over the smooth, soft tops of her thighs. "You want to go on a date with him?" you ask. It seems obvious that she does - why would she have accepted his offer if she didn't - but you have to ask.

"I do," she answers. The look in her eyes is one of joyful excitement. It's not just pure arousal. She really does want to go on a date - a real date - with him.

You're not sure how you feel. Or, more accurately, you're feeling all sorts of things. You're aroused. There's no question you're aroused. Your cock is half hard and you can feel that delightful tingle between your legs and in your head. You're a little anxious, too. Going on a date with another man - a real date - feels vastly different from flirting in a bar or fucking for a night in a hotel room or blowing a guy in a car or fucking at Eric's house. Is it a bad thing, though?

You lean closer and kiss your wife's stomach. You feel the warm nylon of her stockings against your arms and you run your fingers over her thighs. You gently rest your chin against her pubic bone and look up at her.

"Is this just a one time thing, or will it be a regular occurrence?" you ask.

She smiles and you see an excited twinkle in her eye. She lifts her leg and rests her thigh on your shoulder. Her foot presses against the middle of your back and she pushes you closer. You feel the heat pulsing from between her legs and you smell the desire emanating from her pussy.

You look up at your wife and extend your tongue. You push it between her labia and taste her sweetness at the source. You swirl your tongue inside her and then lick your way up to her clit. She moans and her foot presses harder into your back as she grabs a handful of your hair.

"He wants it to be a regular thing," she says. "He asked me to be his girlfriend, actually."

You're surprised at the sudden burst of arousal you feel. Your tongue moves faster over your clit and your wife smiles brightly as she looks down at you.

"I agreed to a date," she continues. "Just one date. Just to see how it goes. But, I also told him that if it goes well, that if there's more than just sexual chemistry between us, that I'd love to try being his girlfriend."

For some reason, your dick is hard as a rock. It might be the joy you see on your wife's face. It might be the lust you see there, too. It might be the combination of the two. It might just be that you actually find it really fucking hot that your wife might end up being another man's girlfriend.

"Eric knows you like to watch, though," she continues. "So he said he'd have no problem if you came along on our date. You could get another table at the restaurant where you could watch us. You could sit behind us in the movie theater. And of course you could come back to his place with us and watch him fuck me."

You want to do all of that. Your body is screaming at you to do all of that. Your dick is so hard it hurts. The whole thing sounds a little bit insane, and yet it's just so fucking hot.

"Do you want to watch me go on a date with another man?" she asks.

You lean back and look up at her. You can feel her wetness on your lips and chin. "Yes. More than anything."

She smiles and steps aside. She takes off her robe and it falls to the floor. "I need to get dressed. Then we can go."

You watch your wife turn and walk into the closet. You stare at her ass and the sway in her hips. You can tell she's eager. Joyful, even. You're quite certain it's going to be a hell of a night.

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Eric and your wife are sitting on the same side of the restaurant booth. She's on the inside. She looks beautiful in a low-cut sleeveless dress. He looks like he put in a lot of effort to look good, too. It seems that he's genuine about wanting to date your wife, a fact that has thrilled you the entire time you've been sitting at the restaurant.

It's different than when you watched her at the bar. There's less touching and obvious flirting going on. They're having a conversation. One that seems to interest both of them. Your wife is leaning towards him. She's making eye contact. She's smiling a great deal. They're both talking quite a bit, too, likely sharing the sorts of stories that make for a good first date.

They toast when their drinks arrive. They both take a sip and then he leans in for a kiss. It lasts a little longer than it would on a normal first date, but they've already had a great deal of sex so of course the kiss is going to be more passionate.

It's undeniably strange to eat your dinner alone while you watch your wife on a date with another man, and yet you remain in a low level state of arousal the entire time. It's not even so much what you're watching that turns you on. It's the implications of it all.

Will date nights now be about your wife and Eric going out? If she had to choose, would she go out with her boyfriend on Saturday night instead of you? Would you actually prefer the thrill of that over going out with your wife? Will she start seeing him more than once a week? How far will they take it? Will she go away on a little vacation with him? After all, that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do once the relationship advances enough. The possibilities seem endless, and for some reason they're almost all thrilling in one way or another.

The movie theater is in the same shopping center as the restaurant, so after dinner your wife and her date walk to theater. You follow a good distance behind, but you're close enough to see them holding hands. For a while, it's all you can look at. His hand holding hers. That little touch of intimacy. That little sign that they're playing the part of a couple that night. It's damn near enough to leave you stiff as you walk through the well-designed shopping center and towards the massive building that is the theater.

They get in line to buy tickets and he puts his arm around your wife. He pulls her close and she looks up at him and smiles. You're close enough to see her face, to see her eyes, to see her lips. You're close enough to see that she actually feels a little something for him, that she's actually having a good time, that she's enjoying being with him. She doesn't look back at you. Maybe that's purposeful or maybe she's just so enamored with her date. Either way, it's actually kind of arousing.

They buy tickets and head into the theater. You let a few people get in line ahead of you so you could keep your distance from them so it's a little wait before you buy tickets. You head into the theater soon after and spot your wife and her date in the third row from the top.

On your way up, she glances at you and smiles. You return that smile and feel a touch of excitement as she puts her hand on Eric's knee and lets her fingers wander halfway up his thigh. He looks her way and smiles and she leans over and kisses him. You're close enough that you see her lips part and their tongues indulge in just a bit of erotic play. He's got an even bigger smile on his face after the kiss.

You make your way to the top row. The theater's not particularly full - the movie's been out for nearly a month already - and as soon as the trailers start your wife lifts the armrest between her and Eric's seat and moves a little closer. He puts his arm around her and again her hand moves to his knee.

They do a little kissing as the trailers play, but it's nothing hot and heavy. It's intimate, though, and you find yourself nursing an erection in the back row. You're pleased that no one is sitting near you as it would be embarrassing to be caught in such a state of excitement.

The theater gets darker as the movie's opening credits roll. It's dark on screen at first, though you're staring at where your wife and her date are sitting. As soon as the screen brightens you see that their kissing has become more passionate. Their mouths are open. Their tongues are unquestionably involved.

Eric's hand moves to your wife's chest. He's groping her breasts in the middle of a movie theater. The screen gets a little brighter and you see that your wife's hand has moved between his legs. The chair and his body are blocking your view, but the way her arm is moving suggests that she's stroking his cock.

Your wife is openly fooling around with another man in a movie theater. With a man who might become her boyfriend if the date goes well, and it certainly seems like it's going well. She's not the only one having a good time, though. Your dick is hard as a rock, in part because it's so hot to watch her fool around like that and in part because you're far more excited than you expected at the idea of her having a boyfriend.

They take a break from the fooling around to watch the movie for a while. No more than fifteen minutes pass before they're back at it, though. It's your wife that initiates it. She kisses Eric's neck. She does so while her hand is once more between his legs. Eventually he gives her his attention. He turns to her and their lips meet. Their tongues entwine. She seems to be working his cock more vigorously this time.

Then she shifts in her seat. She moves away from him and smiles. Then she takes your breath away by leaning over and dropping her head into his lap.

Her head remains there. It starts bobbing up and down. You can see her beautiful hair moving up and down. You see Eric run his hand over her back. You can only see the side of his face, but you recognize the look of pleasure he's wearing.

Your wife is giving him head. She's sucking his cock in the movie theater. She's going down on another man in a movie theater while you watch from a few rows away.

He's not just another man, though. You can't imagine she'd be going down on him if she didn't plan on dating him. No, your wife is giving her boyfriend a blowjob. Your wife has a boyfriend. A boyfriend she's going to keep dating. A boyfriend she's going to have date nights with. A boyfriend that she's going to have all sorts of fun with. Fun that you're going to witness in the voyeuristic manner you witnessed tonight's date.

This isn't just a teasing blowjob. It's going on too long for that. Your wife's head is moving faster, now. She's sucking her boyfriend's cock with the intention of making him cum. She's going to give him an orgasm in the movie theater and she's almost certainly going to swallow his cum.

If you were anywhere else, you'd masturbate. You'd pull your dick out and jerk off until you'd spewed your load like you've done so many times at the sight of your wife enjoying another man's cock.

You keep it in your pants, though. You watch your wife's head bob up and down in Eric's lap and your dick throbs with pure, perfect arousal. You watch until her head stops moving. You see the look of ultimate, intense pleasure on his face. You know he's cumming in her mouth in the theater. You know your wife just sucked off her boyfriend in a public theater and it's so fucking hot.

When she's done, your wife sits up and smiles at him. He offers her a genuinely giddy smile that makes it perfectly clear how much he enjoyed himself and then she gives him a soft kiss on the cheek, whispers something, and gets up.

She glances at you before heading for the exit and you give her a minute and then you follow. You step into the light of the hallway and look towards the lobby in search of your wife.

Someone takes a strong grip of your shirt and you turn to see her pulling you close. She smiles and a moment later your lips find hers. Her tongue slips into your mouth and the faint-but-noticeable taste of cum hits you. You moan and melt into your wife's body as she kisses you with such intense passion that someone walking by suggests that you get a room.

"I take it the date is going well?" you ask after she steps back.

Your wife smiles and nods. "I can't believe I just did that," she says. "It was so fucking hot. And yes, the date is going really, really well. I really like him, actually." She looks at the obvious tent in your pants and then smiles and says, "I assume it's okay with you if I push forward with this?"

"If you have a boyfriend, you mean?" you ask.

She nods.

"Yes, that's okay with me," you reply.

"Good. I'll see you after the movie, then. If you follow close enough on the drive home you'll probably get to see me suck his dick again."

She gives you another kiss and heads into the theater. You lean against the wall, smile, and take a deep breath.

This isn't what you expected date night to become, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Based on the intense desire coursing through you, it's a very, very good thing.