“Well that, and the five I deposited in and on you yesterday,” he added, giving me a playful tit-for-tat.
“I’m just your personal cum bucket now, am I?” I questioned, giving him a big pout.
He pulled me in and kissed me, tender and soft, which had my pussy tingling.
Breaking the kiss, he said, “I plan to show you how much you mean to me tonight.”
“What? Are you going to take my ass?” I asked, something that both petrified and intrigued me.
“Oh, I plan to take that ass of yours,” he nodded, before adding, after kissing me again, “but tonight is about treating you the way you should be treated.”
“You have me curious,” I said, not sure what he meant.
“And then you will be curious all day,” he said, kissing me again, before getting up and going to the washroom.
I watched his tight ass until it disappeared in the washroom before getting up and stretching. My tummy growled, apparently a load of cum was not enough for breakfast. So I grabbed a robe and headed down to make French toast.
We had a nice breakfast together, neither of us talking about last night, and then he said. “I expect you dressed to the nines at 3:00.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I’m taking you out,” he answered.
“Where?” I questioned.
“That is for me to know and you to wonder about all day,” he shrugged.
“You know I hate surprises,” I whined.
“I know,” he smirked.
“How dressed up is dressed up?” I asked.
“Imagine going to a five star restaurant,” he replied.
“In Cutsville?” I laughed, our nicest restaurant a two stars establishment.
“I didn’t say we were staying in Cutsville,” he pointed out.
“Just tell me,” I pleaded, moving to him and putting my hand on his cock.
“No cock for you,” he said, in the exact same tone as the soup Nazi in that Seinfeld episode.
“You’re quoting Seinfeld at me!” I gasped.
“Just be dressed sexy and ready to go out,” he said.
“Fine!” I huffed, frustrated to have to wait all day to find out what he had planned.
“I know it will drive you crazy,” he laughed, as he headed out of the kitchen.
“You’re just like your father,” I called back after him. Darren also loved to surprise me, but first by teasing me relentlessly. For example, giving me Christmas hints in November. I remember searching the whole house looking for a gift he teased me about, but I never found it as he knew I would search for it. It ended up being plane tickets to Jamaica that had us flying out on the twenty-sixth.
All day, I wondered what he had planned. Where were we going? Obviously to the city, but what did he have in mind? What should I wear?
Deciding that if he wanted me dressed to the nines I was going to go all out (I never had a reason to dress up anymore). I called my hair dresser for an emergency hairdo, booked a pedicure and manicure and drove to the lingerie store for some new sexy lingerie to wear for tonight. I would look ravishing and decadent on the outside tonight, but underneath I would be dressed like an insatiable slut ready for pleasure.
When I got home at 2:30, I put on my new lingerie, which included a black sexy camisole, a black thong, and black silk seamed stockings. I also purchased new four inch fuck me heels. Once dressed, I looked pretty amazing. On the outside classy and sexy, yet underneath slutty and ready to fuck my son.