I thought it was a little too dressy for the clubs in the area but that was what she wore. I am pretty sure she wanted to get fucked by someone else t...at night even before she left the house based on her choice of wearing this dress. The dress was long, black, very low cut front, and an open back. The material was smooth and stretchy and conformed to every curve of my wifes body. She looked like such a fuck in it. By the way on our first real date to the orchestra when I saw her for the first. I asked him what was so funny. He looked at me, smirked, and said to me, "seriously bro? If you don't get it? You really don't get it." I looked at him (yeah, I knew what he was referring to), and laughed. "Seriously? I'm forty-two years old. She's like seventeen. And you know the issues with that." He looked at me, smirked, and said, "Yeah. I know the issues. But I also know she's legal. And so are you. And it's consenting. And I'm saying this being ten years older than you. If I had a remote. She walked over and stood just looking at it a small smile forming on her face as she picked it up. Little One, I know you have been working extremely hard recently with work and school. Tonight is about you Angel. I’m sure by now you’ve sensed something is amiss. Worry not, all is well. Come into the bedroom and sit on the bed. Your back to the door. You are not to make a sound beyond showing your understanding of what I ask. Understand Pumpkin? Master She couldn’t help the mixture of giggles. She responded with a passion, and my hands went to her head and held her. Our lips and tongues began a wet and probing exploration of each other as we exchanged that first kiss, as if we had been held back and were now free to express our affection. Without breaking lip contact, I stood up and we moved together, now facing with our arms embracing each other, my hands freely exploring her back and bottom. Our kissing and fondling became more intense, our hips pushing against each other in that.