Angela applied her makeup and smiled as she ran the pink lipstick across her lips. She wore red for years before Paul told her that pink made her look so much younger. She stayed with pink ever since. She wiggled herself into a sexy white sleeveless dress that hugged every curve. The hem fell five inches below the knee and showed no cleavage. The cut of the dress and her pushup bra did anything but hide her breasts, cleavage wasn’t needed. She chose a black pearl necklace and matching earrings to compliment her black leather pumps. She covered it all with a green double-breasted trench coat that tied at the waist. Her strawberry red French beret made the whole thing pop.
Angela looked in the mirror and said to herself, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”
She arrived at Piccolo’s at precisely eight o’clock. Punctuality was a big thing, with both her and her late husband. Mark knew this. He was already seated and had ordered a bottle of pinot noir, Angela’s favorite. Mark stood as she approached and said, “Wow, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but you look particularly ravishing tonight.”
Four hours later, her carefully planned outfit was strewn across her late husband’s best friend’s bedroom floor. All that remained were the pearls around her neck and the white Belgian lace that covered her longing wet pussy. A pussy that pined for something hard, something firm, something human. She ached for it.
She watched as Mark undressed. The foreplay was over, at least she hoped. He invited her back to his place for a nightcap and a few games of backgammon, something Mary, Paul, and Mark enjoyed. But Paul had been gone eight weeks and she was tired of being alone. She graciously accepted, but she had other things on her mind.
Angela pulled Mark into her as soon as he opened the door to his house. He was shocked, surprised, and turned on. He admired the curves that her dress so purposefully accentuated as she removed her coat. She tossed the green outer garment to his sofa and kissed him again. They made out all the way to his bedroom, knocking over a tabletop lamp in the process. Upon entering the bedroom, she turned around and demanded Mark to unzip her dress. She slid herself from it and wasted no time unhooking her bra. Mark had been looking down her tops for over ten years, and she knew it. And she really didn’t mind. She had sometimes fantasied about a threesome with him and her husband. It was time for Mark to finally get a look at them. She spun around and let her bra fall to the floor. He stared at her in amazement. Angela quipped, “Are you just going to stand their starting, or are you going to do something?”
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