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to just pull him down on the bed…”
    “Fuck…Dana…”
    I was stroking his cock even harder, getting very turned on myself. But I did not want to fuck him until later. I wanted to make him wait until we were done playing. I did not anticipate that being so hard on me.
    “Would that have been hot, baby? Did you want to see me play with him?”
    “Fuck yes, Dana!”
    The time for teasing was over. I’m not that cruel. I took him back into my mouth. My cheeks sunk in as I sucked him hard. After all those years of marriage, I still loved blowing my husband. I sucked his prick and massaged his balls, knowing this was going to be quick. Dave was so worked up. Soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum, which I eagerly swallowed, draining him dry.
    “Now let’s see what you ordered,” I said, jumping to my feet.
    Dave needed some time to pull himself together, so I investigated the tray. He’d ordered an assortment of light snacks, which was perfect. A little fruit salad and a cheese plate were about all I could manage in that state. Besides, none of the dresses I’d packed were the type you wanted to wear after a big meal. We had a quick nosh, mostly keeping our thoughts to ourselves, and then it was time to finish getting ready. Dave’s job was to help decide what I would wear.
    I stepped into a little black thong and he sat up like an eager pupil. I had three choices for him. Two of them were variations on the classic LBD—one of which was brand new—and the third was a little red number that had been hanging toward the back of my closet for years. I don’t have much use for cocktail dresses these days as dinner for us is usually Applebee’s with the kids. I liked the ritual of letting Dave choose my dress. It was like he was gifting me to another man tonight, so it was only appropriate that he chose the wrapping.
    The first choice was a strapless black sheath that hugged my figure nicely, but I feared it might be a bit long for our purposes. I liked it, but I thought Dave would want something more obviously sexy and I could tell I was right when I did a turn for him. “It’s not really short enough, or low-cut enough,” he commented.
    “You really do just want me to go down there naked!”
    “Not completely naked. There needs to be some mystery.”
    “Thanks.”
    I modeled the red dress next, and although I could tell right away that Dave loved it, I just wasn’t comfortable with it. It certainly met his requirements of short and low-cut , but I felt it was a little much for me. Maybe if I was ten years younger, but I just felt like it would seem that I was trying too hard in the red dress. Dave gave the thumbs up, but I shook my head.
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
    “Maybe next time. I’m afraid if I hang out at the bar long enough in this dress they’re going to think I’m a professional.”
    “I’d pay you.”
    I just shook my head and stripped one last time. The other LBD turned out to be the one. It was snug in all the right places, the deep V—with the aid of a diamond pendant Dave gave me for our anniversary—drew the eyes to the cleavage created by my lacy black Victoria’s Secret bra, and it fell a couple inches above my knees to show off my legs—just long enough to cover the lacy tops of the black stockings I’d be wearing—though probably not when I was sitting. I felt Dave’s hot breath on the back of my neck when he stood to zip me. He trailed his fingers down my bare arm to rest on my hip, a quick, intimate touch that made me want to stay in that room with him and lose the dress. I pulled away and disappeared into the bathroom to finish my hair and make-up. My slutty red lipstick nicely offset the russet highlights I’d just had added to my brunette hair—which I wear in a bob that just reaches my shoulders. My last preparation for to take off my wedding and engagement rings and zip them into my make-up bag.
    Dave walked me to the door and I asked, “Are you sure about