12 comments/ 34391 views/ 12 favorites Date Night, Month 01 By: PamR55 Last Friday of the Month Date Night, Month One: After fifteen years of marriage we were in a sexual rut. My wife Patti decided to spice up our love lives after reading an article in some woman's magazine about how to rekindle the spark. I found out about her plan when I overheard her discussing it with her sister on the phone that night. I just caught the tail end of the conversation but she seemed agreeable to trying most of the tips. It took a while but I was able to track the article down on-line...Taking a Walk on the Wild Side Can Save Your Marriage. It claimed to have been written by a woman but the suggestions were 100% man. The article said the wife should treat her husband like they were clandestine lovers going out on a secret rendezvous and that she should be a mysterious aggressor. It said she should surprise her lover by dramatically changing her appearance including her hair color and style, her choice of clothes, and through discrete public nudity. It encouraged the wife to forget her ego and morals for one night a month of sexual abandon..."be the woman your husband dreams about when he masturbates." it encouraged. Another favorite line was "no skirt is too short nor blouse too sheer when it comes to saving your marriage." Lastly, it said that since the goal was to rekindle the fire she should make up a fantasy back story, a fictional sexual rival waiting in the wings, to complete her mysterious new persona. The goal is to make your husband believe that you are a promiscuous housewife on the prowl...for him. Somehow I had a hard time imagining which of tips my demure, painfully modest wife would be willing to do. It certainly couldn't be risqué clothes since most of her wardrobe looked like they came from a black and white 1950s TV show. And she still had the same hairstyle, shoulder length honey blonde hair, since high school. Hell, Patti was a virgin when we met and I was 1,000% certain that she had never strayed so the slutty vamp was out too. I couldn't wait for Friday to find out what she was going to do. Thus began our first-last Friday of the month date night tradition. But our story actually began earlier that day, at lunch, when Patti couldn't find an open table at the restaurant. It seems a gallant man offered to share his with my wife. They immediately hit it off and spent the next two hours getting to know each other...or so the story goes. When Patti drove me to work that morning she wore typical business attire, a blue wool skirt that hit well below her knees, a matching blue wool blazer, a plain black blouse, and black pantyhose. Perhaps she has some exotic lingerie on under, I thought of the article and hoped. Before I got out she reminded me that we had a 6:00 reservation at a restaurant in an upscale hotel about a mile from my office then joked that the walk would help me work up my appetite. We arrived at the restaurant at almost the same time. Other than having her hair up in a French braid nothing had changed. A man in a tuxedo led is to a private booth in the corner facing the bar. Like every evening, we both highlighted our days and ran out of things to say after fifteen I could tell Patti wanted to tell me something but didn't want to ruin the evening by forcing it. So we sat silently in our candle lit booth sipping drinks while waiting for our appetizers. After she finished her second drink, on an empty stomach, Patti worked up the nerve to begin spinning a tale worthy of a cheap paperback romance novel, the kind that has a drawing of a man with his shirt ripped open ravaging a maiden on the cover "I met an interesting person today," Patti said. "You mean a man, an interesting man." I challenged her choice of the word person. "Yes, he is a man...an interesting man" She sneered. I remembered the magazine suggested making up a fantasy rival, like an active young single woman might actually have, to increase the sexual tension and played along. "Tell me all about him." "Only if you promise not to get all jealous on me." "I promise...now let's hear all the details...and don't leave out any of the naughty parts." I joked. Patti blushed. She began, "His name is Robert..." Over drinks and appetizers and through the salad course Patti dominated the conversation with more details about her new friend. I have never heard her so excited or animated when she met someone. Her only concern was that she was fourteen years older than him. My wife Patti is a hopeless romantic and I was certain she was making up Robert as part of date night in an attempt to make me jealous and I intended to play along to the fullest. The waiter brought us each two drinks and said we had reached happy hour. Patti sucked one down, her fourth of the evening then asked, "Do you think a thirty six year old woman is too old to be friends with a 22 year old man?" I told her that I was certain he would jump at the chance to be her friend. While she was still debating the age difference with herself I placed my hand on her knee and discretely began pushing her skirt up until both knees were uncovered. "Did your boyfriend put his hands on your sexy legs?" I began referring to him as her boyfriend. "No, only you're rude enough to do that in public." She slapped my hand away and pulled her skirt down. "Did your boyfriend at least try to kiss you?" "No. He was a total gentleman." She shot back. "Did you give your boyfriend your phone number?" "I offered him my business card but he said he couldn't take it because he was a newlywed and his wife might find it." "Too bad...it sounds like you two really made a connection." "Well, I still might get to see him again." She sounded excited. "He said he would meet me at the same restaurant on the last Friday of next month. "You won't get mad if I meet him...just for lunch of course. That is if he shows up." I could see in her eyes that the alcohol had taken effect and tried to sound sincere as I reassured her. "He would be crazy not to show up. After all, it isn't every day that a beautiful woman throws herself at a man, even one as handsome as you say Robert is." Her eyes lit up at the suggestion. "It seems like forever since you called me beautiful." I changed the subject, "So did you kiss your boyfriend to seal the deal?" Patti blushed, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm a married woman. Of course not. And stop fooling with my skirt, you're going to wrinkle it. Properly chastised I removed the offending hand and she smoothed her skirt. Our dinners arrived soon after and we ate without talking. When the waiter came by to ask if we wanted dessert I answered, "No, just bring the check, we're ready to go home." Patti waited a couple of minutes then excused herself to go to the ladies room. I was daydreaming and didn't notice when she slipped back into the booth. But she got my attention real fast when she laid her neatly folded skirt on the table in front of me. I looked at her exposed legs; this is the most naked in public my wife has ever been. I could barely stammer..."What...I mean...is this for real?" "She smiled and said, "Yes, this is for real. Go ahead, touch them all you want. You won't wrinkle my skirt now." Okay, she was wearing far from sheer pantyhose, and the panty area was an opaque dark black, but I could still see her matted down pubic hair through them, and, when she spread her legs properly, her pussy. I ran my hand between her legs and found that she was damp. I tried to rub her clit through the nylon without success. Not to be denied I took my steak knife and carefully cut the crotch out of her pantyhose. Her cunt looked obscene surrounded by the jagged edges of the black nylon hole. "I don't know what you did to get this randy but I want you to promise to do it again." I said. Patti began to rub my erect cock through my pants. "So you're saying it's okay if I keep my date with Robert?" "I think I would say yes to about anything right now." I answered. Patti opened her jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Not good enough...I want you to say you want me to keep my date with Robert." She opened her blouse exposing a very sexy black bra...her nipples were erect and peeking above the lace. Somehow the words lunch date had morphed into a more ominous date. "Yes, I want you to keep your date with Robert." Patti began unzipping my pants then stopped and took her cell phone out of her purse and began recording. "In case you change your mind. Can I kiss Robert with my tongue on our date?" She slipped her hand back inside and wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock and began massaging it. I moaned. "Yes, I give you permission to French kiss Robert on your date. All you want...yes!" "And what if he decides he wants more than just a kiss." I was thinking with my dick, "You can do anything you want...anything...with him...with anyone...anything... anything with anyone..." My voice tapered off. Patti let go of my cock and withdrew her hand, "Anything with anyone," she cooed, "I think I might take you up on that. Now put that away and let's get in the car and fuck like teenagers." I almost screamed no! But then a bus boy came to clear the table. Patti flashed a devilish grin and unhooked the front clasp on her bra, releasing her 36 B's right in the kids face. He dropped a fist full of silverware when he saw my wife's naked breasts inches from his face and had a hell of a time concentrating enough to finish his task. Patti kept her jacket open and her legs spread to let the waiter enjoy the view when he brought our check. I had cash but paid with a credit card so he would get another glimpse of Patti's maidenly charms. After I signed the tab Patti didn't even button her jacket or blouse. She just draped the skirt over her arm and walked out with her breasts exposed to everyone in the bar. I stayed a couple of steps behind her and watched heads crank to gaze lustfully from her tits to her ass cheeks as they teased in and out of from under the short jacket. The valet held the door open for Patti and gave a thumbs up to his partner when he noticed the view. "Brian, I've wanted to do something special for you for a long time, to thank you for being such a wonderful, understanding, husband. I'm sorry that this was so hard for me to do but I promise to do better next month. I saw how hard your cock got when I told you about Robert...I'm almost afraid to admit it but thinking about him turns me on too. I don't know if we'll do anything but just knowing that I have your permission if we do means a lot to me. Thank you, thank you so much, for giving me permission to date Robert." Patti slipped her jacket and blouse off in one motion. Both articles soon joined the skirt in the backseat. "I hope you don't think the less of me for being aggressive, but something made me soooo horny today." Patti hung her lace bra from the rear view mirror. "And don't worry, I promise that no matter what happens with Robert, or with the infamous anything with anyone that you offered, I will always love you." Before I could think of a response she unzipped my pants and took my rock hard cock into her mouth. I came before we had gone two blocks. Boy, I though as she sucked me dry, I sure as hell hope I'm right that she is making Robert up or I'm really fucked...and she will be too. I can't wait for next month. To be continued... Date Night, Month 02 I could not believe it had been a month already since our first date night. We were like newlyweds screwing our brains out every night and our marriage had never been better. We even packed away our pajamas and started sleeping in the nude. On the weekends Patti didn't even bother to get dressed until after I made her breakfast...and once, not at all. That was a fun weekend! Other positive changes included Patti agreed to have the dry cleaners shorten several of skirts so they would hit above the knee. The receding hem lines cost me a fortune but were worth every penny. And, when she wore pantyhose, they were now sheer to the waist. Patti said several men at work, mostly married, who never paid her any attention, were suddenly hovering around her desk to check her out. After years of wearing ankle skimming skirts she had to remember not to be casual about how she kept her knees together after noticing they were stealing looks up her skirt. After a couple of vodka gimlets she did admit that it stroked her ego to have all the new found attention. Building on that, I went on a shopping spree and surprised Patti with a couple shorter skirts, a weeks worth of flattering new blouses, and a nice selection of sexy bras which accentuated her cleavage. She said she also had to be careful when she wore the lace bras because they did little to hide her nipples, which suddenly seemed to be in a constant of arousal. The capper was two new skirt suits, both of which hit well north of her knees, and a pair of diaphanous blouses to wear with them. Patty summed it up best with, "I feel like it's Christmas morning." On the morning of the last Friday of the month Patti drove me to work as she does on most days. The tension in the car was thick and Patti was talking a mile a minute about how it felt like today would never get here. While she babbled on I looked at her outfit and tried to figure out what she had planned. I had walked in when Patti was dressing and was surprised to see her putting on one of her old, dowdy below the knees white skirts with a utilitarian white blouse over flesh colored pantyhose. Her bra and panties were designed for function, not arousal, and her shoulder length honey blonde hair was done up in a bun. She had on almost no make up. Considering her long awaited second date with the phantom Robert this was hardly the outfit of a horny woman on the prowl. I had a feeling I was being toyed with so I teased her that she looked like a nurse. "I'll be in the warehouse today and I don't want to risk ruining one of my new outfits." was her response. "But, don't worry, I clean up real good." She gave me a mischievous smile. I knew I would be worthless at work today thinking about our date. About two blocks from my office Patti pulled over and, after a long pause said, "Brian, I love you more that I ever thought possible, and I know what I am doing is...I, I mean, I couldn't even imagine me doing this...me, miss goody two shoes...I never imagined doing any of this five weeks ago. Brian, I am so worried what I'm doing is going to hurt you. I want to keep my date with Robert so bad but if you tell me not to go I won't. And I give you my word that I will never mention Robert again. It's not too late to return everything to the way we were." "Patti, you have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. But I want you to go... I want you to enjoy your warm-up for our date." Patti looked away and didn't say a word for several minutes. It looked like the moment of guilty truth had arrived...I expected her to tell me about the magazine article and how she made up a romantic rival. Instead Patti steeled her resolve, gave me a very serious look and said, "You're the most wonderful, most understanding husband in the world. I love you," She gave me a rather nice kiss then started driving again. I arrived at the restaurant about twenty minutes early. The maître d' said my date had not yet arrived and showed me to the same booth as last month, the one in back facing the bar. There was a cluster of booths laid out like a four leafed clover. The arrangement gave the occupants quite a degree of privacy as no one could see them except the wait staff and someone sitting near the rear entrance to the bar. I ordered a drink from the waiter and watched for Patti. Most of the clientele was business men in dark colored suits with enough women to add color to the dark room. The bathrooms were in the bar area which probably contributed to the steady stream of people walking in and out of the bar. I swear I did not recognize the beautiful woman who rounded the corner, stepped up to my table, and asked, "Am I late?" I did a double take, "Patti?" I asked as I stumbled to stand up. "I take it you like what I see." "Like it...I love it." "Do I still look like a nurse?" she asked coyly. "No, you look like an angel...you're a vision of heaven. I have never seen anything so beautiful!" I finally got out from behind the table and wrapped my arms around her. When I tried to kiss her she held her fingers in front of her mouth and said, "Patience." After last month I didn't think she was going to do anything else the article suggested and I was blown away by the total package. I stepped back to stare at my wife. "Wow!" Her hair was now platinum blonde and cut short in a way that really set off her face. And her face. She had an ethereal look with white eye shadow and lipstick. Later I noticed her nails, fingers and toes, were painted white. She was wearing an incredibly short white linen skirt with a matching blazer that I had never seen before. The jacket was buttoned but I could glimpse a transparent white blouse under it. On her long legs she had white stockings...I knew they were stockings because the lace tops were showing under the short skirt; I could even see white clips from a garter belt on each. I could only imagine the stares her hot ass got as she walked from her car. The only color she had on was red patent leather shoes. Patti shot me a toothy smile and admitted that she had played hooky and spent the whole day shopping and getting ready for her dates. For the next fifteen minutes I complimented Patti on how perfect she looked. She teased me by slapping my hand every time I placed it on her sexy thighs so I ordered her another drink hoping to ply her legs apart with alcohol. Eventually the conversation turned from my day to her lunch date with Robert. For the next half hour my beautiful wife told me how she met Robert after having her hair and makeup done at a spa and spent the afternoon shopping with him. "Robert has great fashion taste and helped me pick out everything I have on." "Well?" I broke on. "Did he kiss you?" "Patience, my dear. No interruptions." When Patti finished telling me how Robert made her try on at least two dozen skirt suits before he found one that he liked she emptied her cocktail and announced, "Now, back to your question. But first, I want you to promise you won't get jealous. "I already promised last month. So fess up. Did your boyfriend kiss you?" "Yes." Her voice was soft and trembled with sexuality. "Not pecks on the cheeks. Real French kisses?" "Not the first few but he got more aggressive with his tongue at the mall." She smiled and wagged her tongue playfully. "When he walked me to my car he had his tongue so far down my throat I could feel it in my toes." She squealed. "Did you let your boyfriend touch you?" "I wanted him to but he didn't. He said maybe next month. I don't know if I can take it, his teasing is driving me crazy. Oh Brian, please don't get mad but I want him so bad. I know that's crazy but do you realize until today you were the only man to have his tongue in my mouth. Ever! I never even French kissed a boy when I was in school...until you. Until last month you were only man to ever look between my legs or see my naked breasts. Brian, you took my virginity on our wedding night and I've never been with another man since then." Patti began to whimper. Patti kissed her index finger then touched it to my lips. "Then no more talk of what might have been." She squeezed my rock hard cock through my pants. "My pussy is yours and yours alone for the next 31 days." I needed a real kiss but Patti again said, "patience" and excused herself to go to the ladies room. I watched her working her incredible ass as she entered the crowded bar. The skirt had a slit that showed off a hint of naked flesh above the lace stocking tops. Damn near every head in the bar turned to gawk at her. When she came out of the ladies lounge I could see she was carrying her jacket draped over her arm. My beautiful wife had on a blouse so sheer I could barely see it. Her breasts were lifted up on a very sexy red shelf bra and the red of her nipples made them impossible to not stare at...not that any of the patrons were subtle about staring. A couple of men stepped away from the end of the bar just before she passed and tried to talk her up. Patti paused. I could hear her laughing as she hopped onto a stool which they volunteered. One of the men waved the bartender over and a minute later handed my wife a drink. Both men laid claim to Patti by each placing a hand on one of her sexy thighs. A moment later both hand vanished under her skirt. Patti made no effort to stop them. I watched their seduction play out while debating what to do; after all these were real men, not imaginary lunch dates. Patti spotted me as I slid out of the booth. She pushed their hands away, stepped down from the barstool, and adjusted her skirt. I stood my ground. All I could hear of their conversation was "...my husband." Both men backed off. But Patti wasn't finished teasing me and turned to kiss each of her new friends. Each took advantage of her willing mouth and groped her ass during their embrace. I tossed my suit coat into the booth and shot them my best "I'm going to kick both of your asses look." Either that worked or they saw the steak knife in my hand. It didn't matter because the both disappeared into the crowd. I walked over, took my wife by the hand, and led her back to our table. Patti nonchalantly tossed her jacket on the seat, reapplied her lipstick, and said, "They weren't the first men I kissed today but, don't worry, I promise you will be the last." Before I could respond, however, the waiter brought our dinners. He certainly had a smile on his face when he saw how Patti had her breasts on display. But my wife wasn't quite ready to eat. Instead she taunted me, "So it takes two men assaulting me in public to make you jealous." She wrapped her hand around my cock; it was harder than it had ever been in my life. Patti immediately noticed that, "You perv...you're not jealous...you're hard as steel. Holy shit. You enjoyed watching them feel me up in the bar. Your cock got hard watching them slide their hands up my skirt." She started to rub my rigid shaft through my pants. "Tell the truth perv. You wanted them to fuck me didn't you? You wanted two complete strangers fuck me while you watched." I stammered, "No, I scared them off." "But not before you let two men feel me up in the bar. My husband watched two men feel me up in a crowded bar." She laughed again as she unzipped my pants. I wasn't wearing underwear and my cock shot right out. "I love it. I was worried about hurting you by having an affair and you wanted to watch those two guys fuck me." She tightened her grip and teased my cock head. "I can't wait to tell Robert you wanted to watch two guys to fuck me." Patti roared with laughter. So perv, you made me laugh so I'm feeling generous, do you want to cum here or take your chances that I might let you fuck me later," she taunted. "I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight." I answered. "We'll see about that." She draped a napkin over my erect cock. I had a hell of a time eating with Patti slapping my hand every time I placed it on her inner thigh. I could feel the damp warmth of her excited pussy. "Patience," she said again. After finishing her diner Patti casually unzipped her skirt, lifted her ass, and let it fall around her ankles. I looked down and was speechless when I saw that she was cleanly shaven and not wearing anything! I gasped audibly when I realized the two men at the bar had their fingers on her naked pussy. "I wanted to buy a pair of panties to match the bra and garter belt but Robert wouldn't let me. And it was Robert who suggested the red heels to go with the bra. Just like the Red Shoes Diaries series he said. You would not believe how nervous I was shopping for shoes in a short skirt with nothing on under it. I must have tried on at least a dozen pairs at each shoe store before Robert found a pair he liked." She turned, placed her stocking clad right leg in my lap, and dangled her red shoe...with her left leg planted on the floor her cunt opened obscenely. I began to gently stroke her. She was very warm and wet. I almost laughed at the thought of the former Mrs. Shy spreading her legs for a bunch of minimum wage shoe salesmen...hell, I remember when she wouldn't even go to a male gynecologist. "I'm pretty sure Robert saw my lady parts a few times too but he is a gentleman and pretended not to look." A bus boy came by and scooped her skirt up thinking it was a napkin. When he realized his mistake he held it awkwardly in front of him and waited for someone to tell him what to do. Patti motioned him forward and held out her hand. He seemed to be having a little trouble concentrating but eventually handed my wife her skirt. She threw it on the seat next to her jacket. "I can't wait to tell Robert how much men like the blouse he picked out." Robert, I must have heard his name five hundred times that evening. Man, she deserved an award for that story I thought. "So, when is your next date?" I asked. "One month from today...the same restaurant." "Did you get his number just in case something comes up?" "No. He's still being mysterious...I don't even know his last name...where he lives. Anything." Each time I tried to kiss Patti she held her hand up and said, "Patience." When I protested she said, "Now play with my pussy like a good boy." I slipped two fingers into her sloppy hot cunt and rubbed her sensitive clit while I begged for a kiss. When she refused I pulled my fingers out and said, "No kiss, no orgasm." I licked her juices from my fingers. When I again tried to kiss her she pulled back and said, "Who says I'm finished kissing men tonight. Remember, we agreed. You would be my last kisser. "Now, if you don't make me cum in the next two minutes I'll go back into the bar and find a couple of men who will. But, don't worry baby, I'll let you watch." "Don't go...please." "Well, you didn't answer my question." She kept stroking my cock. "Should I go trolling for cock or will you satisfy me?" I answered by pulling her head towards me and forcing my tongue into her mouth while I unbuttoned her blouse. Patti's kissed back as it slid off her shoulders exposing her breasts from the minimal camouflage the sheer blouse provided. I began mauling her nipples between my fingers. When I broke the kiss Patti gasped, "Okay Mr. Caveman, tuck you club back into your pants and take me home and fuck me. Of course Patti had to go to the ladies room again before we left, only this time I escorted her through the bar. We made quite a sight with me wearing an expensive tailored suit and my wife only wearing her unbuttoned blazer, nylons, a garter belt, and those fuck me red heels. Damn her ass looked incredible peeking out from under the jacket. The valet got a real nice eyeful too since Patti never did put her clothes back on. Before she got in the car Patti pushed it one more time and turned to kiss the startled kid. I let it go on until another couple came out for their car. When Patti finally got into the car she leaned over and kissed me..."See I told you you would be last." My wife leaned over an unzipped my pants and started sucking on my cock. While she was occupied I reached inside my suit coat and took out a thick envelope. Inside was a copy of the magazine article that started everything "Taking a Walk on the Wild Side Can Save Your Marriage." Also inside were a slew of time stamped photographs that my secretary had taken earlier in the day. These clearly showing my wife shopping for her beautiful white ensemble, lingerie, and red shoes all while wearing the dowdy nurses outfit. And she was alone in every picture, including when she ate lunch all by her lonesome in the mall's food court. April even got a couple of pictures of Patti walking out of the ladies room all decked out in her new outfit. I slipped the envelope back into my pocket and decided to let Patti's game run another month. I'm certain she pretended I was Robert when we made love that night. Or maybe the two predators from the bar. Either way, I sure hope Robert keeps their next date.