It is so exciting when a woman spreads her legs. Oh, yes, I love seeing her expose her breasts, or slide her panties off, but when she opens her legs... well, that does it for me.
Maybe it goes back to high school. Growing up in the age of miniskirts, I was always in awe of - and frustrated by - how well the girls managed to keep their modesty intact, especially given how little material there was to cover up with. I always longed for a peek, a momentary glimpse between their legs. So to this day, when a woman willingly, happily spreads her legs, it drives me wild.
These were the thoughts going through my mind last Tuesday, as I sat in a chair and watched my wife spread her legs for her lover, Ty.
It started Sunday night, two days before their date. Of course, Sally and I had not had sex in days; that is always off limits to me when she's preparing for her lover. But on Sunday night she bathed, then laid down on the bed for me to put nail polish on her toenails and to put lotion on her skin. In the past, she has favored me by spreading her legs while I ministered to her; even if I could not touch her, I still reveled in the sight of her open pussy lips, and thought about her lover there, inside her. This time, however, she kept her legs closed. While I applied the nail polish, I thought it was just coincidence; but when I spread the lotion on her skin, and tried to work my hands between her thighs, the steady resistance made it clear that this was no accident. I didn't say a word, and I went to sleep with a raging erection: her pussy was, truly, for him alone.
If you read the story of Sally's first date with her new lover, you know that this experience is very different from that of her first lover, Ted. Ted was great sex, but no emotion; with Ty, Sally is feeling all kinds of emotions, and they have great sex, too. The difference was clear to me even as they made love the first time, and it was confirmed by Sally the next day when she asked, as a little girl in a candy store would ask for a treat, if I would let her see him again.
She thought it was "cute" that I was jealous, and in fact, she enjoyed it. And when, a few days later, I asked her if there was anything for me to be jealous about, she gave it some thought then responded, "Yes, I guess there is." The lowest point (though it's hard to describe it as "low" when my cock stood up so high as a result) was just the other night. We were making love, and I was determined to do my best to turn in a performance that was not second best to anyone. As I neared my climax she looked into my eyes and said, in her dreamiest voice, "I really miss him." Hearing that, I came as hard as I ever have, and her words have echoed in my ears ever since.
Back to the story of her spreading her legs!
On Tuesday, the day of their date, Sally came home from work, showered and dressed without allowing me in the bedroom. We got in the car and drove to Ty's house; after our first date in a hotel, she decided she was comfortable enough to go to his home! On the way, she talked about what she liked about him, and what turned her on; she also reminded me that I was not to cum the entire time we were there; a hotel room was one thing, but I had no right to mess up his carpet