Getting her clothes ready for a bull date night

I don't know who he is or where she's going or when she'll be back.

Hopefully she enjoy her evening & return to you with cum filled panties.
David

Ready to go

martinr
The Joy of being a Cuckold

Are those stocking or pantyhose? I'm surprised her bull allows her to wear panties when coming to him. It is a nice dress but not sexy enough (for my taste) from the rear. The front could change my thought though. 😉
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They get damaged and ripped anyway.

A birthday card envelope on the mantelpiece in one of martin's photos gave me their address. They live less than fifty miles from me. With a clipboard in my hand I knocked on their door. I dropped lucky. Becky answered the door. She looked beautiful in slacks and a tee. I told her about the (fake) academic survey I was conducting and that I understood if she declined to be part of it due to the intimate nature of the questions regarding sexual attitudes in the region.

There was a hint of nipple poking at her tee, her smile broadened and Becky invited me in. I declined the offer of a coffee. Becky offered wine, I accepted on condition she joined me. By the time my questions reached the sexual deviations stage we were on our second bottle of wine. Becky explained how her relationship with martin had progressed from bringing a man into their bedroom and her pleasing them both to her wanking his dick into the toilet bowl before she entertained or men othe men.

Becky's revelations, and the wine, were having an effect on her. She was flushed, she was touching her thighs, she was getting very flirty. The descriptions of how she cucked martin grew more descriptive, more lurid. She asked if I wanted to see where most of the action happened.

In the bedroom Becky stood before me, she came close, her hand touched the bulge in my trousers as she went to kiss me. Becky dropped to her knees and unbelted and unzipped me. I was soon in her mouth, barely able to stand under the expert blowjob she was giving me. She looked me in the eyes as she felt the subtle changes in my ball sac telling her I was going to cum. Her eyes said 'don't pull out'. Becky took every drop and continued licking after I'd cum.

We showered together then fucked. I had to leave before martin got home. Becky said he would be pleased she'd had some unexpected afternoon delight.

We arranged a date.

The clothes on the bed in martin pic were what I suggested she wore.

I love the feel of sexy knickers as my hand explores between a woman's thighs, pushing the gusset to one side so as to explore with a finger.

When I take a woman out, I like her dressed classy not trashy. Trashy is for the bedroom.
Interestingly, someone dislikes my work enough to take the time to give me minus points!

She is such a trusting hotwife.

Rem503
How do you mean 'trusting'?

Having had Becky once of course I wanted her again.

There is something rather special about dating a married woman. Granted, the thrill of being unsure whether her legs will open is gone but it is replaced by the knowledge that they will be spreading for you. It makes the date more relaxed.

For my second tryst with Becky I decided to go by train. Becky told martin to pick me up from the station. He shook my hand and said thankyou for making my wife happy last week. He carried my overnight bag to the car. There was an album on the seat.

'I thought you might like to look at some photos.'

martin was clearly excited and had to adjust his crotch more than once. He certainly wanted to make sure I would be wanting to take his wife to bed.

Becky was not quite ready so martin poured me a drink. Becky popped ino the room to say hello. Her robe fell open, her perfect tits cupped by her bra, her cunt cradled by the matching panties. Minutes later she was back looking classy in her dress and heels.

The taxi beeped. At the doorway I pushed Becky against the wall, kissed her passionately and slipped my hand under her dress. Her thighs parted to give me access to her pussy. I fingered her for a few seconds. The taxi beeped again. Becky licked her juices from my proffered finger. We left without saying anything more to martin.

We had a light pre-theatre meal. Watched the show from a box, all the while touching each other. At the interval Becky dropped her knickers to her ankles. Using her phone I took a pic of them then an upskirt pic of her cunt. She sent them to martin.

A post show drink and right on time martin pulled up to take us home.

'Did you do your chores cucky and change the sheets?'

martin nodded. He adjusted the rear view mirror so he could take quick glances at Becky's head bobbing up and down on my cock. She didn't swallow when my spunk hit her tongue. Becky took some on her finger and smeared martin's cheek with it, the rest she wiped on his shirt.

During a drink before bed Becky asked me if I wanted to see how she dealt with martin's urges. I was curious so said yes.

'Fetch cucky' was all she said, less than a minute later he was back, naked and holding a shiny leather glove and a tissue. Becky put the glove on her hand, martin got on all fours on the sofa. She wanked him into the tissue, it didn't take long. She stood and lifted her dress. martin kissed her pantie clad cunt. He paused to savour the musky aroma of her arousal. He was sent to his room, we went to the marital bed.

As is usually the case with hotwives, married sluts and the like, there is no false modesty, no wanting respect, just pure lust and the desire to do whatever her lover wants. Becky did just that, everything I wanted and some things she wanted.
Interestingly, someone dislikes my work enough to take the time to give me minus points!

Great work, Ed!
On this topic, I've attached a caption that you can adapt into English if you'd like.
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