Free Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance by Max Sebastian

up in fancy underwear, making themselves all sexy and slutty for another guy.”
    “Right. I suppose it was quite exciting getting you ready.”
    “You loved it. And I just loved getting you going like that. Having such power over you. I guess I get that from all of this…”
    He slid her dress down over her hips now, letting it fall the rest of the way to the floor, leaving his beautiful wife standing there in sheer black panties and her bra, which allowed him to see her nipples and her smooth shaven slit.
    Then she was pulling away from him, unfastening the buttons on his shirt, kissing and licking his chest, breathing in his scent.
    “So you have a second date all lined up?” he asked her.
    “We do, yes,” she smiled, then stood up, turned her back to him, letting him run his hands all over her half-naked body, feeling those glorious curves, her smooth soft skin. She was leaning back into him as he touched her, pressing her behind against his hardness, feeling how turned on he was, her stance almost reminiscent of a lap dance.
    “And?” he said, cupping her breasts and slipping his chin over her shoulder to kiss her mouth. “What will you guys be doing together on the second date?”
    She smiled as she sucked on his lips again, tilting her hips this way and that to rub his hard cock against her body, loving how aroused he was by her.
    “He wants to take me to the symphony on our second date,” she said, then she dropped down, turning to face him, and crouching there, began unfastening his belt, obviously craving his weapon of choice since she’d apparently had no access to that of her date.
    “The symphony, huh? Very cultured.”
    “Isn’t he? They’re doing the New World Symphony at the Met and you know how much I love that one. Some of his friends are performing.”
    “Sounds wonderful.”
    “Yes, I thought so.”
    He loved the way her face brightened when she’d eventually pulled apart his belt, opened his fly and dragged his pants down his thighs to reveal his big hard cock poised and ready for her.
    “He sounds like a catch,” he said, sighing as her fingers closed around his girth, and she took his tip into her hot mouth. “You think you might be tempted to go beyond a few kisses next time?”
    She grinned, even with her mouth full of his manhood. “I hope so,” she said. He shuddered in her mouth, and she felt it. It seemed to drive her on, her head sinking down on his shaft, taking him in so incredibly deep.
    He stroked her cheek as she withdrew his length and started licking him.
    “Tell me what happened,” he said. “You went for dinner with him?”
    “Yes,” she said between long licks along the underside of his erection. “He took me to Toscana.”
    “Expensive.”
    “He was paying,” she grinned, took him into her mouth briefly again, all the while Hugo stroking her hair. “It was just nice. I relaxed with him. We had some Chianti and just talked and talked.”
    A few more bobs down on his cock, as though she couldn’t resist him, couldn’t get enough of this thing. Then she was licking him again, his shaft glistening with moisture already in the low light of the table lamps.
    “I guess we had a load of food—I don’t know, pasta, salad, meat, veggies—it just came in little bursts as a distraction while we talked,” she said. “We really took our time, got to know each other.”
    “He’s an interesting guy?” Hugo asked, leaning forward to slip the straps of her bra of her shoulders.
    She reached behind to flick the catch, freeing her exquisite breasts from captivity so that he could fondle them while she sucked his cock. Her nipples really were rock hard.
    Continuing to pump his length with her hands, she said: “His family comes from old money. I guess he wouldn’t need to work at all, but he’s already done so much...”
    Hugo was impressed at how his wife was pitching this guy to him. She was obviously quite taken with him, which was remarkable enough after