Life Changes, Chapter 4

I decided I couldn’t wait until Friday and I had an open afternoon at work on Thursday, so I called Cindy in the morning and told her to call Sam about lunch. I wanted them both to meet me at the Italian restaurant in the mall between our home and office. I told her that she and Sam were to wear skirts with light colored blouses and were forbidden from wearing bras and panties. She giggled.

She was happier than she had been in a while. After admitting her desire to be dominated, we had played at it for the first time last weekend. After that, even without the domination, she had been insatiable all week. As soon as I got home, she would greet me in the nude and attack me. The last two nights she had immediately given me a blowjob, and then after dinner we fucked like rabbits until we were exhausted. Did I mention that I was deliriously happy, too? No need.

I got to the restaurant at 11:45, the reservation was for 12:00, but the table was ready so they showed me to the table. It was near the back, set up against the wall and was a small semi-circular booth. I sat on one side and waited for my ladies. When they showed up I wasn’t disappointed. Cindy had worn a short plaid skirt that was about mid-thigh and a white button down blouse. It was almost the school girl look and I could just make out her areolas showing through the material. Sam had worn a calf-length peasant skirt that had a slit in the side and a thin dressy t-shirt. When she came in and the air-conditioning hit her, I could see her nipples extend immediately. They looked scrumptious.

I rose to meet them and greeted Sam first. “Hello, gorgeous.” I managed to get a slight blush out of her with that. “You get in first and sit in the back.” Then I turned my attention to Cindy and gave her a quick kiss. “Hello, my sweet wife. How are you today?”

“I’m great!” Cindy grinned and sat down next to Sam. I sat on the other side of the semi-circle so that Sam was between us.

“Should we have some wine?” I asked them both.

“Yes!” Cindy responded immediately.

“I’m not sure. I have to go home and fix dinner for Bill tonight. I usually cook a big meal on Thursdays.” Sam said. I could see she was wondering what was going to happen this afternoon. She had followed my directions on the manner of dress, but the dress was a little longer than I wanted.

“No problem. It’s only noon. You can handle a little wine. I’ll call Bill later and tell him if you can’t get home to fix him dinner.”

She voiced no further objections so I ordered a bottle of wine, and then we ordered our lunch. As soon as the waitress was gone I said to Cindy. “Unbutton some more buttons. I want to see some cleavage!” Another one of my fantasies that I thought would always remain a fantasy was to make my wife flash a little. She had voiced the same desires this week for the first time, and I thought I would start working on this.

Cindy laughed and immediately opened three buttons. Now her blouse was open to the middle of her breasts and you could see her cleavage. I could see Sam checking it out.

“You like her breasts, Sam?” As soon as I asked that, she blushed again and looked down. “Don’t worry. They are, after all, fabulous tits.” My wife beamed and made sure she sat up straight. “They are really firm and the nipples are fantastic. Go ahead, feel them!”

Sam hesitated, but she looked directly at Cindy’s tits and Cindy pushed her chest out a little.

“Sam, what did I just order you to do?” She started to reach for Cindy’s tits.

“No, first tell me what I said. Then do it.”

“You told me to feel Cindy’s tits.”

“Good girl. Now do it, but not for too long. We don’t want Cindy to get too carried away.”

Cindy chuckled at that, and Sam reached over and stuck her left hand into Cindy’s blouse, feeling her right breast. She squeezed the entire thing and then ran her fingers across the nipple as she withdrew her hand. Cindy moaned a little and both her nipples hardened and poked out against her blouse.

Just then the waitress brought lunch. Sam jerked her hand back and looked away. The waitress put the plates on the table and when she met my eyes she smirked. She must have seen what was going on.