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Ladylove goes out
Ladylove goes out
She is going out. An afternoon meet. She puts on some of her sexy underwear. Red see through bra and matching panties with a little bow in the front. She looks at me with a nervous smile on her face. I look back with a lustful grin and tell her what she can already read in my face. Very nice. She finishes getting dressed and goes off to do her hair and make-up. I sit at the computer and randomly surf. Not really paying attention to what I'm looking at. She comes back in, long dark hair in curls. Make-up perfect. The smell of her perfume, her overwhelming beauty, and what she is about to do already driving me to complete distraction. She tells me she has to go. I get up and give her one last kiss before she leaves. Long and deep. My arm around her waist pulling her into me. The lipstick she just put on already wiped away. She moves to leave, I tell her to be carefull. She says she will. The same exchange every time we go out. She gets in the car, fixes her lipstick, and pulls out of the driveway.
I relax alittle. The initial distraction having subsided. I straighten up the house. Glance at the clock. 30 minutes. She is there by now. Sitting and having drinks. Maybe even lunch. Although I know she is too nervous to really eat.
I wash the dishes from the morning. I glance at the clock. A hour and a half. They are in the room by now. My mind starts to get mental images. Different scenarios run through my head. The dull ache begins to distract me once again. I sit back down at the computer. Pull up the too infrequent pictures I am able to get from the understanding few. Most are too freaked out by the concept. The nature of our lifestyle too alien. Either that or just camera shy for one reason or another. Certainly understandable in either case. I look at the handful I have and the ache becomes deeper. In the back of my head I am grateful to my faceless camera men.
I continue to surf. Random searches of profiles. Trace the spiderweb through the blogs. All the while stopping to glance at the precious pictures. I glance at the clock. Two and a Half hours. Even more mental images spring to mind. The ache ever more distracting. I stop and think about what would happen if our friends or family were to find out about what we do.If they happened to see us out with another. They would be shocked perhaps but probably none too surprised when all was said and done. We were always considered too touchy feelly towards each other. We never acquired the married too long stigma that the vast majority of couples develop. Always seemed to keep that still dating, can't quite get enough of each other feel. We even had one sister-in-law comment that she thought we had to be kinky. If only she knew.
I look at the clock again. Three and a half hours. I know it will be soon. My phone rings and it's her. She is calling me to tell me she is on her way home. I can hear the smile on her face and I feel my own wicked smile begin to spread. I hear the car pull up in the driveway and turn off the computer. She walks in the door. The lipstick gone again. The perfect black curls just slightly out of place. I take her into the bedroom. Almost four hours of build up. I am ready for her before she even hits the bed.