“Who are you calling at this hour?”
“Who do you think?” I asked as my fingers finished dialing.
D quickly grabbed the phone and hung it up. “Wait a minute. Don’t go calling your mom and making trouble. She was nice enough to accept the fact I didn’t want to give a lap dance.”
“I still want to know why she wanted you to give dad one in the first place.”
“You don’t get it. Your mom wants to experience new things. And I like the idea that she wants her husband to experience them with her. I’m going to take a pee!” D said in exasperation as she marched off to the bathroom.
This gave me a chance to gather my thoughts and I apologized when she came back to bed.
D gave me a kiss and it was forgotten. She also informed me that tonight was her last late night. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow evening to arrive. I could only image how great the sex was going to be after waiting so long to feel her wonderful body under mine.
I was a mess at work the following day. I swear the damn clock on the wall was broken, as the minutes ticked away like hours. I was already hard when I looked and the clock read quitting time. But my mind screamed About fucking time, already! as I raced home.
D was already home when I opened the door and my dick jumped with joy when I saw she had on a white see thru baby doll that covered, but barely, a pair of bikini-cut silky white panties.
“Hi, love! I have a surprise for you tonight. Why don’t you go change into your sweat pants and I’ll be right in,” D sexily said as she turned and sashayed into the kitchen.
I raced into the bedroom and spied a chair at the foot of the bed. That could only mean one thing. I was getting a lap dance. I don’t know if I can handle one I thought, as I fumbled with removing my work attire. I stripped completely naked and just put on a pair of sweat pants thinking I wanted to feel as much of her grinding against me as I possibly could. I didn’t even bother with a shirt knowing she would be rubbing those great tits of hers against my chest. I picked up and tossed the clothes into a hamper while I waited patiently for my wife to make her presence known.
My heart began to race as I heard the bedroom door open and D walked in. And then, so did my mother.
“What the fuck?!” I yelled as mom stood by D, wearing a skimpy white barely there bralette set. The white top hardly covered her bosom and the bottoms was a tiny side-tie G string, and for the first time my mom had her hair down. I never knew it was so long and voluminous.
I went to stand up but D planted her hands on my shoulders and said “Wait a minute, Randy. Your mom is here just to watch. You said we couldn’t use you for practice. You never said she couldn’t watch you getting a lap dance. This was the reason she wanted me to give one to your dad. She just wanted to see how it was done, so I told her she could watch us.”
“Why the outfit?” I mumbled, as I struggled with mom showing so much of her body.
“We just finished practicing when you came home,” D said as she motioned mom to sit on the bed.