I have a date tonight

by cuckslave on 09. May, 2005 in Cuckold, CuckSlave

On Saturday I asked Kim if she wanted to go out for a meal. She said sorry, she couldn’t, she was busy. ‘Are you going out clubbing with your girlfriends?’ I asked, since that it was she normally says. This time was different. She looked me straight in the eye and smiled and told me no, she had a hot date. I felt like i’d be punched in the stomach. I couldn’t breathe and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I started to cry and beg her not to go. She got angry with me and told me not to be so immature. ‘You said you understood why i have to see other men,’ she said. ‘You said i had your permission. I liked that you were so honest so I thought I should be honest too but obviously I was wrong.’ I begged some more and she said she didn’t have time for this, she had to get ready. I thought i had accepted the idea but the shock of her saying it was too much and sat there miserably while I heard Kim running a bath.

Then I remembered what Mistress Jennifer said, that I should offer to help her get ready. I plucked up courage and went into the bathroom. I told Kim i was sorry for the way i had acted and that of course she must go out with who she wanted. She smiled and said ‘That’s ok, i know this must be hard for you but you know i love you don’t you?’ I felt much happier at this and took the sponge off her and started to wash her back for her, then all over as she stood up. I helped dry her afterwards too which she seemed to enjoy. Then she looked at her watch and said ‘oh god, look at the time, i’m going to be late’. Remembering what Mistress Jennifer said, I asked if I could do anything to help. She hesitated and then said ‘well, you could iron my dress for me if you’re sure you don’t mind.’ I took the dress from the back of her bed and took it to the kitchen to iron. When I got back she was half dressed in bra, panties, stockings and suspenders and was sat doing her make-up. She looked so sexy it took my breath away. I sat on the bed watching her as she did her eyes and lips then handed her the dress and helped her with the zip at the back. She completed her outfit with high heels and then asked me how she looked. She walked up and down like a model. ‘Fantastic,’ I said. ‘He doesn’t know how lucky he is.’ She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. ‘Not sure what time I’ll be home, it may be tomorrow morning,’ she said. ‘I love you, remember that.’ And then she was gone. I was left with the smell of her perfume, the shape of her mouth in lipstick on my cheek and a hard-on. I went to her laundry basket, took out a pair of her panties and knelt to sniff them, feeling pathetic and trying to resist the urge to wank myself.

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