Reminiscing Over Fondue

To my great regret, a fondue restaurant chain recently left town. News of its departure has me reminiscing about a dinner I'll never forget.

It was a birthday dinner date for my wife. I'd made the reservation with the fondue restaurant and clarified that it was just the two of us and we'd like one of their more private booths.

We decided to dress up for the occasion, my wife in a cute top and a modest skirt, me in black pants. I chose black in hopes I'd have a wet spot to hide later.

We sat down and the waiter wished my wife a happy birthday and asked for her drink order. She was pleasantly surprised I'd tipped the house staff off on the special occasion.

Fondue places take an intentionally long time. We'd been to one years before, but with a group. By the time we finished our first course we were already two drinks in.

I started pretending we were on a couples talk show, interviewing my wife about her birthday.

I started with the usual questions about where she'd grown up, how she'd met her husband (me), and other silly things. She was good and relaxed by the alcohol now. "Ask me something harder than these."

"Ok then. Tell me about losing your virginity."

"You already know that story."

"Tell our 'audience', they don't know it."

"Well. I dated a guy for about six years, from junior high through high school. For the first few years, we never did anything but kiss and touch over clothes.

"He was an only child, so his parents treated me like their daughter. They'd even let me spend the night, in the guest bedroom. I'm sure they knew it, but since the guest bedroom shared a bathroom with their son's room, once they were asleep we'd stay up and talk. And other stuff."

"What other stuff," I asked.

"Well, once we got to high school, my chest finally caught up. I'd wear some of his tshirts to bed, with no bra. He'd comment on being able to see my nipples, and try to look down my shirt."

"What else? Get to the big story."

"One night his parents went to bed way early. So we both showered and got ready for bed. He showered first, then me. 

"Once I heard him get into his bed, I turned off the bathroom light and left my pajamas on the counter. I slowly opened his door. He was wide awake but hadn't heard me yet.

"Wha..what are you doing?"

"What? You've seen me before."

"No, I've only seen part of you before!"

(Finally we're getting to the part that makes me hard every time I think about it...black pants validated)

"So, you know what happened next."

"Pretend I don't. Take a sip and tell me about his dick going inside you."

She blushed. I put my hand on her thigh, under the table, about midway toward glory.

"Well. I was a little embarrassed by his reaction. And he could tell. So he got out of bed and came over and hugged me. It wasn't a hug with extra intentions, just comfort. We held each other for a while, him in his gym shorts and tshirt, me in nothing but my bush.

"I remember sighing, and then feeling him get hard against my leg. I asked him if I could see him too, and he obliged.

"We kissed, and eventually ended up on the carpet. He kissed my chest a while, and we each confirmed that the other was wet.

I continued to move my hand higher under the table.

"He sat up. I laid down, bent my knees and spread my legs apart. He asked if I was sure.

"No I'm  not sure I have no idea what we're doing. But I'm sure I want to do it."

"He moved to between my legs. Then hovered over me. I felt his dick trying to find a place to go, and used my hand to guide it to my clit. ''Whenever you're ready,' I remember telling him.

"He eased forward, into me."

And how did it feel, I asked her with my interview voice.

"It wasn't quite what I'd expected, it wasn't bad, but, it didn't really last long. He moved in and out a few times very slowly, then pulled out before he came."

As she told that part, I moved her panties out of the way with my fingers and confirmed she'd turned herself on thinking about it again.

About that time, of course, the waiter returns with dinner. "We can finish our interview later," she said.

The conversation over dinner was back to typical dinner date topics. My hand smelled delicious, but I knew better than to lick it at the table, even a private one.

After dessert, and another round of drinks, we paid our bill. We both decided to stop by the bathroom before we headed back to the minivan.

She smiled when she came out, grabbed my hand, and we walked out to the parking lot.

"Thanks for dinner. And for being ok with hearing about me having sex with another guy."

"You know,"

"I know you fantasize about seeing me fuck another guy, Ash. I knew you'd ask me to tell the story as soon as we ordered drinks."

She stepped into the passenger side of the van, and sat with her knees still facing outward.

"Wanna know why I smiled as I left the bathroom?"

"Do I?"

She slid her skirt back and spread her knees to show me she'd removed her panties in the bathroom. Her tightly trimmed pussy was glistening, reflecting the ambient lights of the parking lot.

"Wowwwwww" was all I could say.

"Go get in," she said, simultaneously sliding her skirt back down and properly turning into the seat. I closed her door and congratulated my black pants decision again as I felt a widening puddle of precum.

I got in and she smiled again.

"I think you're too buzzed to drive yet."

"Yep!"

"I've got a blanket in the back of the van. How about we just go back there and sit, and snuggle until we are good to go."

"I'm about to go right now," I said, pointing toward my pants.

"I can tell. You've been ready from the moment I talked about showering at my boyfriend's parents house."

We climbed into the back. She took out my cock and stroked it some then sucked it some. While she sucked, I resumed fingering her. With that "smack" we men love from our dicks coming out of a mouth, I came all over her face, and a few seconds later she orgasmed on my fingers.

I cleaned her up. We moved back to the front seat, and held hands all the way home.