Forbidden Embrace — Part 3
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As I spent the rest of the evening setting up a dinner for when Harold got home from work at around five thirty, I couldn’t stop pondering Donna’s offer and what we had been discussing. It rubbed my internal identity to feel that her young, fit life partner would find me attractive and tempting enough that he would want to fuck me. Throughout my married life, I had been loyal to Harold, but considering Maximus was starting to turn me on, I could feel my sensitive and delicate nipples beginning to rub against my blouse. He was a charming youthful individual and I could imagine that fucking with him would be a noteworthy experience. I rationalized the situation as I turned things over and over in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. The more I imagined the circumstances, the more I started to justify to myself that in case I was unfaithful with Maximus, then I would get it done for Harold, as I would grant my body to someone else for him to make a cream pie for his pleasure. The more I thought about it, the idea seemed, by all accounts, to be increasingly captivating, and I felt that it could be the perfect present for Harold with the sole purpose that he could and would always remember his fiftieth birthday celebration. And besides, Harold always shared his kinky thoughts stating, “There is nothing more sexy than watching men trying to catch a glimpse of my wife’s cleavage.”
Just before Harold was expected to arrive home from the office, I messaged Donna.
The message just said, “Want to do it. Arrange it with Maximus. See you tomorrow to plan our wild adventure. Angelika XXX”.
When Harold returned home from work, we were relaxing on the kitchen table relishing the palatable supper that I had cooked. I coolly referenced him about his forthcoming birthday. I casually stated that I didn’t have any desire to dine in a multi-cuisine restaurant for the night. So I would like to remain at home and cook him a stunning and delicious dinner. I further stated that it would be an exceptionally special birthday as he would accomplish his 50 years on this planet. I would venture out for a brief period if he wished to have a creamy dessert after dinner. Harold recognized what I implied. He acknowledged that he would desperately look forward to it.
The next day, I quickly flew over to Donna’s home. She was super excited. She unveiled that after I had informed her yesterday, she discussed the situation with Maximus. She told him that he was going to ravish me in his arms. Beforehand, he sounded confused at Donna’s revelations when Donna reiterated the situation with extreme excitement and seriousness. He felt that it was a provocative idea. Moreover, he might not keep things under control because of me. He could get over-excited during the act, which could ultimately hurt Donna’s feelings. However, Donna’s repeated assurances and commitments changed Maximus’s mind.
We made arrangements that as it would be Harold’s birthday that Friday, I would cook him one of his mouth-watering dishes for a festive dinner. Then sometime later, I would make him watch me get ready to go out so we could play the round with me professing to slip out to meet my sweetheart. When I would be ready, I would venture out and come around to see Maximus. He would be the man with whom I would have a sensational pleasure ride. Sometime later, I would quickly return home with my fresh birthday dessert gift for Harold.
Donna asked, somewhat concerned, “Hey would you mind if I stay in the bedroom and watch both of you together?”
I wasn’t that excited about having a group of people watching my naked body; especially as I was so much older than Donna. But as it was her better half who would be servicing me, I wasn’t in a position to refuse. After our discussion, Donna said that Maximus would be prepared on Friday night. Finally, she stressed both of them would be expecting me.
On Friday after opening his birthday cards from friends and family, Harold left for office as usual. But he promised to return as early as possible. I believed him as he’s always a man of his word. This was an excellent quality I have always admired in him over the years. I ventured out to the neighborhood supermarket to buy fresh ingredients to cook a mouth-watering meal. Afterward, I spent a long time setting up a romantic gala in the home. True to his words, Harold got back from work somewhat sooner than expected. I poured him a glass of wine and we loosened up together. Soon afterward, I excused myself and returned to the kitchen to resume my cooking while Harold took time polishing off his glasses. When the delicious, mouth-watering meal was finally cooked, we relished its exquisite taste together in the dining room. As usual, Harold was in all praise of my extraordinary cooking skills.
He even teased me stating, “Darling, why don’t you open up a small fast-food center? I have even thought of the name “ANGELIKA’S”.”
I teased back, “Would you be the manager?”
“Only if I had the wonderful feeling of tasting fresh pudding every night,” Harold replied blatantly and winked.
I had no problem understanding the true meaning of his words. I blushed and felt my cheeks burning.
“What do you think of me?” My voice was serious and I wasn’t in the mood to hear another joke.
“A husband with a kinky wife never gets bored,” Harold replied again blatantly and laughed out loud.
This time I couldn’t help myself to giggle and began to get on with our exquisite dinner. I had already arranged for a bottle of expensive champagne and we polished off the bottle with a few glasses to mark the special birthday celebration.
After our starter and main course, I asked Harold, “Dearest, would you love to conclude this evening with some tasty dessert.”
“I would love to taste my dessert, sweetheart.”He replied excitedly.
I further asked him temptingly, “Would you like to accompany me upstairs so that I could get ready before venturing out and bring a fresh pie for your pudding?”
Harold just nodded. I could sense the thrill in his body.
Harold energetically followed me upstairs to our room where I asked him, “Why don’t you slip out of your clothes and lay naked on the bed?”
I saw that as he stepped out of his pants and carefully put them on the couch close to the bed, his shaft was already poking in his briefs. Harold has a lovely shaft, he isn’t circumcised and it is around five inches long.
When Harold was lying naked on our bed, I asked him, “I’m going to have a shower to freshen me up for my lover. Sit tight for me while I return.”
I went to our en-suite washroom and ran a wonderful hot shower with some sweet-smelling aroma-based treatment oils scenting the water. I washed my body and spent extra time with my razor between my legs. I carefully ousted most of the hair from around the lower half of my pussy and creased long love lips, leaving just a little tuft of fluffy hair on the juicy mounds over my clit. As I shaved I could feel a sensational tingling in my pussy and sensed that I was starting to get wet. When I was done, I stepped out of the shower, got dry, and encased myself in my cozy fluffy toweling robe. I returned to the room and sat at my dressing table with my back to the bed. Harold was there lying naked on the bed just as I had commanded him to do. His cock was exceptionally hard.
While sitting at the dressing table I looked at my reflection in the mirror and brushed my hair. I could see Harold watching me from the bed behind me. He too was reflected in the large mirror.
“What shading lipstick do you think I should put on for my sweetheart?” I teased Harold.
“The shining red always looks classy and sassy on you.” He addressed restlessly partaking in the forthcoming wild and lecherous game.
I busied myself before the mirror brushing my hair and applying my beautifying make-up and glossy lipstick. When I had finished, I got up and swung to face Harold.
“What do you think?” I asked him in a tempting tone.
“You look fabulous, dear.” He enthusiastically replied.
I strolled over to my wardrobe and pulled the top lingerie drawer open. As I did that, I asked Harold, “What shading panties I should put on to go out and meet my lover?”
“The pitch-black ones,” Harold replied with a trembling voice. “Please wear the black ones. I’m sure he wouldn’t be able to shift his eyes from you.”
I could well sense his excitement and his pent-up sexual desires.
“Don’t you think that he will like my pussy more in my blazing pair of red ones?” I teased.
“No please wear the black ones.” Harold just replied without even taking a blink.
His eyes were feasting on my lush, seductive curves. I was sensing my arousal.
I selected the black lacy panties from the drawer and also picked up the matching bra. I swung to face Harold on the bed and fixed the belt of my robe and allowed it to fall from my shoulders onto the floor. I stayed with my legs partially separated. I observed Harold blatantly gazing at my tempting curves. His eyes were having a delicious feast devouring my shaved pussy. His little member was rock hard now and was twitching faintly in time with his heartbeat.
“Do you like my pussy Harold?” I teased him again.
Harold could only nod in excitement as I observed him trembling like a leaf in a whirlwind.
“Do you think he is going to like my shaved and cleaned look, dear?” I teased him further.
To which I found him leaking from his shaft.
“It looks perfect dear, I’m sure that he will ravish it,” Harold said in practically a mumble without expelling his eyes from the hairless patch of juicy rose mounds between my legs.
Standing before Harold, I slipped myself into the dark-colored matching bra and clipped it behind my back. I snaked my hands over the cozy fabric smoothing it down and ensuring that the fit was impeccable. I was very careful that my nipples were beginning to harden and were poking against the delicate silky luxurious texture of my bra.
“What do you want me to wear, a short skirt or a knee-length one?” I teased Harold again.
“Wear your short one so that he can see your long sexy legs,” Harold begged.
I chose my short black skirt and set it around my hips clipping it along the edge. By then, I slipped a white blouse over my shoulders and bit by bit buttoned up at the front. The blouse had a deep low cut so as the black bra pushed my ample bosoms upwards the sensitive valley of my cleavage was exhibited for all to see. Finally, I had wrapped up my sultry dressing. My makeup was significantly brasher than I would normally wear. My attire was unquestionably not something that I would wear to work! You could watch my dark bra underneath the deep cut of the white blouse and my nipples were poking against the silky cozy material like a couple of cherry buds.
“How do I look?” I asked Harold.
“Astonishing, simply ravishing.” He devotedly replied.
“Do you think that he will like me? Are you sure it’s okay for me to wear this shirt tonight? You know it’s gonna make a lot of guys stare at me all the evening, right?” I teasingly asked.
“He would be an absolute fool if he couldn’t ravish such an alluring temptress. Besides, neighbor’s envy owners pride,” was the honest answer.
Harold was still lying naked in our bed. His little member was throbbing and rock hard and was poking out lewdly underneath his belly. I leaned over and softly kissed his cheek. As I did so, he looked enthusiastically into my eyes. I moved down his body and snaked my middle finger onto the tip of his hard member. He shivered in sensual excitement. I carefully secured the drop of precious leaking juice from the tip of his shaft and inched it closer to his desperate lips.
“Here sweetheart, taste your excitement. I want you to taste your juices and prove to me how desperate you are to partake in my wild adventure.” I asserted to him seductively.
My fingertip was at a teasing distance from his lips. As he inched his lips to taste his precum, I keenly gazed at his trembling framework that was flooded with goosebumps. I sensed a chilling wave flowing down my spine as I kissed him again on his cheek. I was burning with wild indecent lust. As I drew lines on his cheek and neck with my kisses, Harold let a moan escape from between his lips.
“I’m going out for a while now, sweetheart,” I said to him. “I’m going out to have some extra-curricular fun. You wait here at home for me. Wait and wonder until your imaginations eat you alive. And you will be alert and awake until I return with your birthday dessert.”
I turned and left our room and down the stairs. I hammered the front door, making an extra loud and audible noise as I went out so that Harold could realize that I wasn’t staying downstairs. Perhaps, tonight Harold would still be thinking that I would come back and pretend something that I didn’t do. Possibly, he was fantasizing that I would be going explain the so-called hotwife imaginations that I hadn’t lived. But, little did he know that today was one of his luckiest days when his fantasy was going to be fulfilled.
I remained by the porch outside the house. The chilly night breeze blew around my legs as the skirt that I was wearing hardly covered them. I looked back at the front door of my house to check if Harold was following me. I thought if I had slipped on a couple of stockings for warmth. The coldness of the night appeared to make my nipples significantly harder. The excitement of adventuring into something lecherously wild tempted my wild imagination. I took a couple of deep breaths to relax and calm down my excitement, as I questioned myself again and again, “Do you need to do this Angelika? Do you want to present your hubby a birthday creampie?”
There I was with my better half naked upstairs in our room while I was preparing to fly next door to be serviced by my best friend’s husband. Considering Maximus made me shudder and I understood that it was a “now or never” type of situation. Besides, I was just doing it for my husband. If he had no issues, sharing his kinky thoughts with me, I should never refrain from my share of enjoyment. I strolled down our drive to advance toward Donna’s front door. Most people know me, think of me, and consider me to be a perfect wife…. Little did they imagine the nasty things I do for my husband ….
I stepped up to Maximus and Donna’s front door and remained outside it for a minute while I teased my hair through my fingers and smoothed any wrinkles out of my blouse. I then desperately and somewhat boldly rang the doorbell. It didn’t take long for Donna to open the door. As she appeared in front of me, I could well understand the buried tension on her face.
Yet, she giggled nervously and greeted, “Hi Angelika. Maximus and I have been expecting you!”
