"Thursday," she said. "Just a kids' thing. Easy music — Saint-Saëns, that kind of thing. But fun."
As she was pulling on that black dress with the white sides, I was reminded of what Bella had suggested to me in the club the previous night. Heidi flirting with her orchestra friends.
"Orchestra's practicing tomorrow?"
A nod. "In the afternoon. Full days Tuesday and Wednesday, though."
The sight of her in that dress made my heart skip a beat. She was clean after her shower, but her clothes were still from the previous night, the night of her debauchery. There was something deeply sexy about that. I chuckled at myself. I'd turned into such a pervert.
She walked out of the bedroom, but before I could wonder what she was up to, she returned bearing her coat, which she now slipped on over her dress, pulling it tight as she could to attempt to hide her nightwear, no doubt to minimize the obvious judgment while she was on her way home that she was doing a Walk of Shame.
"I'll see you Saturday?" she asked.
I felt my hardness stir. It was nice to have something to look forward to. I might have had plans to see my guy friends the following Saturday, but it was nothing I couldn't get out of. I'd prefer to see Heidi again, to lead her on another merry chase. To get her laid and then take her back for myself.
"Yes," I said. "That would be good."
She looked jubilant at that. The thought of meeting up again. The promise of fucking her, right after she'd been taken by someone else. That she would go home with another man, but that I ultimately owned her.
I stretched open my legs, enjoying the space on my bed — the freedom, I guess, of not having a wife, even though I received some of the benefits from one. The sheets moved and tautened over the hardness that now pressed to my stomach, and I saw Heidi's eyes grow wide recognizing the shape. I feigned accidentally yawning an stretching out my limbs further, so that the sheets fell away to expose my hard cock. I just wanted to startle her a little, make her react.
But she was mine, to do as I wished. I could get more than just the appeal of flashing my manhood in front of her.
I said, "You could get a little practice in before you go."
She hesitated a moment, and I guess it wasn't like me — the old me — to demand a blowjob from her at a moment's notice. But then she was tearing off her coat, telling me simply, "sure", and clambering onto the bed, a hungry look on her face.
Kneeling between my thighs, she thrust her butt in the air and ducked down to run her tongue up the length of my hard cock, from base to tip — smiling ear-to-ear as she did so. Then with her hands planted either side of my hips to support her body, she used only her mouth to pick up my cock by the tip, stretching her lips around it, sinking down to engulf my length in warmth.
I groaned as she bobbed down on me, her damp hair trailing over my skin as she did so. She wiggled her hips, changing position a little so she could free up her hands to grab a hold of my shaft.
My God, she'd gotten good impressively quickly. But as good as it felt to have her tongue swirling around my cock, to have her stroking me with the inside her cheeks, while squeezing and pumping my shaft in her hands, the hottest thing was just how much she smiled as her eyes connected with mine. Showing that she wanted this as much as I did.
There was definitely a big part of the whole Heidi-sharing kink revolving around my feelings about making her happy. It probably made me seem a little less altruistic to reveal that I was physically turned on by her cheerfulness, by gifting her this new sexual satisfaction, but it was undeniable.
Her lipstick smeared a little, but she didn't seem concerned about it, about any of her make-up. She reveled in stroking my hard cock all over her cheeks, her face.
And when it came time to finish up, she cheerfully took my shots of creamy goodness inside her mouth, and allowed a couple of jets to streak over her chin and her upper chest.
"You're getting very good at that," I said, and her smile broadened, if that was possible.
"I have a good teacher," she said, wiping a little cream from the corner of her mouth before licking her finger clean.
I laughed. "You know, it might be time to take the next step."
"Next step?" she asked, seeming a touch confused as she reversed off the bed, and reached for her coat again.
"I think you should try dating someone," I said. "You know, more long-term than just a random hook-up from a nightclub."
"Okay," she said, pulling her coat tightly around her again. "Like who?"
"I don't know," I said. "My guess is... it should probably be someone from your orchestra."
I heard her catch her breath. "Is that... wise?"
I could see in her eyes she knew I remembered what she'd said before, about that blond guy in Johnny's. She didn't want to get into entanglements at work.
I said, "I think you should be more open to it. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work and you move on — but maybe if it's someone from the orchestra, you'd have... well, more to talk about."
She nodded, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes. I was ready to accept it if she refused, of course. But this new Heidi wasn't someone to refuse me, it seemed. She said, "I suppose if it's someone in another section, it wouldn't be so bad."
I pulled the bedsheets over my softening manhood. "Great. I think you should at least start considering the options, maybe get talking to a few guys there you find attractive... you know... sound them out."
She nodded, and somehow I started feeling as nervous as she obviously was.
*
An hour or two later, I'd calmed down, having thought it all through countless times. It came back to my original motivation: to help Heidi move on. I was enjoying being with Heidi for controlled periods of time at the moment, I was enjoying the wicked game we were playing, and I was loving the whole sex thing, which I had never thought would happen with Heidi again.
But what if one, or either, or both of us tired of the whole thing? Maybe Heidi would get sick of hooking up with random guys merely to please my little kink. Maybe I'd come to my senses and realize that hey, it's just plain weird to want someone else to come in and fuck your woman before you do — especially when she isn't really your woman, but your ex.
Two, three, four months might pass and the renewed passion might fizzle again from our relationship, leaving us in exactly the same place we were in before.
No, Heidi needed someone else, she needed a new long-term boyfriend, or even a new husband. Bella had been right to suggest that if I was serious about taking this to its full conclusion, Heidi had to start dating properly, not just enjoying the one night stands. The orchestra was simply a natural catchment area for her to find someone. Google told me that a full orchestra had 70-100 people playing, there had to be someone Heidi might go for.
I was resolved to start Heidi down that route, even while I was looking forward to Saturday and another night out with my ex with the intention of getting her laid again with someone stranger. I didn't want the one night stand thing to get tired before the dating thing got going, I didn't want Heidi feeling demotivated.
Just before lunch time, I found myself thinking about Heidi again, and whether she would do as I'd asked and start chatting up orchestra guys she thought attractive. I supposed that I'd never actively told her to chat them up, just talk to them. Maybe I should have been clearer.
Lying on my couch watching TV, I saw my phone on the coffee table in front of me, and a little idea was born.
I grabbed it and wrote a text message to Heidi:
>What's the dress code for orchestra practice?
Her reply wasn't long in coming — I knew Heidi well enough to figure she was most likely simply sitting watching TV like I was, this time on a Sunday.
>Nothing much — we can wear what we like. Why?
I texted her:
>What are you planning on wearing?
This time I had to wait five minutes. Was she trying to figure out some smart response
? But now she sent through a photo. It showed her bed, with an outfit laid out on the mattress — a pair of jeans, a gray woolen top, white blouse. She even laid out some underwear — a white bra and thong set, which was fairly plain but was still a million times sexier than any underwear she'd owned while we were together.
I liked that she was wearing thongs even to work these days. But those jeans, and that top, were not particularly striking.
I texted back:
> I want you to wear something a little more exciting. A little more daring.
She replied:
>Can't be too outrageous, it's still a workplace ;-)
I told her:
>But you can wear something casual that's still sexy.
Heidi sent me another photograph, this time offering a black skirt in place of the jeans, and no woolen top. It was better than the jeans, but the skirt was fairly long.
>Better, but still not quite what I had in mind.
Heidi came back with:
>Shopping expedition this afternoon?
That made me laugh, because it totally wasn't what I was thinking of — I honestly thought Heidi might have something suitable.
>Sure. Give me an hour and I'll be with you.
I wasn't going to complain at the imposition, though. I didn't have much better to do that afternoon. Watching Heidi stripping and parading before me in various outfits would be far more entertaining.
So there we were, grabbing a taxi to Oxford Street this time, to dip into the big department stores and sift through the various options available. Shopping had never been this fun before, and I'd been a few times with Heidi while we were married. She'd never been a big fan of shopping either, but now we had a different agenda — to make her look Sexy As Hell. To buy the kind of clothes that would push the boundaries at orchestra practice and draw the male attention.
Once again I got to suggest outfits to her and she might adjust my choice here and there owing to the fact that I had no real expertise in women's fashion, but she didn't reject my choices on the bases of something being a little too daring.
Then I'd sit in the changing rooms as she pulled off her clothes, and as she modeled new outfits. We found a long-sleeve blue denim "mini shirt dress" that basically looked like a shirt that was a little overly long, only it clung to her curves nicely with a brown belt around the waist, and fell down to mid-thigh. And not only did it ride up while she was sitting down — and would be devastating when she was playing her cello — you could also undo a few buttons quite subtly to show a little more cleavage.
There was a short, casual long-sleeve dress made of faded purple cotton, which we paired with a pair of knee-length brown boots.
There was a gray pencil skirt which we put with a black sleeveless chiffon top that emphasized her shape nicely.
"I'm noticing a lot of skirts and dresses here," she point out wryly while we were looking at something that was so short there was no way she'd be able to sit down in it and not show the world her underwear. "You do remember I play the cello?"
"How could I forget?" I laughed. "Hottest instrument there is for a woman."
"I'll need more dark underwear."
So just to be sure, we shopped for a little more dark underwear. We also figured out, thanks to a mannequin in Selfridges, that Heidi would look good in skin-tight leggings and short dresses, in fact the leggings meant the dresses could almost be so short they were more like tops.
By the close of play that afternoon, Heidi once again had a mountain of shopping bags, and I found myself sitting in a shady corner somewhere in the Debenham's department store, hidden by a clothing rack, receiving an impromptu lap dance from Heidi, before she sank to her knees in front of me and ended the day very much as it had begun, only this time she swallowed every drop.
*
The next day I sent Heidi a text in the afternoon asking what she was wearing to orchestra practice, and a little later I received back a selfie taken in a bathroom stall showing Heidi in her very short new denim mini shirt dress, her legs parted as though she were playing the cello, and a view up her thighs to reveal her black thong.
She texted me:
>Already had a lot of guys trying to subtly check me out :-)
I replied:
>Excellent! So pick some that you like and get flirting!
Chapter Twelve
The rest of the week, I had an update every day to show me what Heidi was wearing to orchestra, although on Thursday it was more of a conservative dress since it was concert day — and for kids at that.
I was looking forward to Saturday on so many levels, but it came as a huge crashing disappointment that work ended up getting in the way. We had a major IT failure at our office, and though all the finances involved were protected, all the work we'd achieved was lost and with deadlines looming my boss was pleading with us all to stay a little late.
At first I refused outright, but when it came to providing a reason why, and when colleagues around me were agreeing to the extra hours even though it was taking them away from their children, and so on, it didn't quite seem right that my urgent reason for not contributing was that I wanted to go out to a club.
So, in the end, I had to do it. All I could do was apologize to Heidi and suggest we could do it another time.
Heidi, however, had other ideas. She texted:
>What if I just went out anyway?
I liked the sound of that.
>Fine with me :-)
She replied:
>I could still dance with guys... and maybe take one home... then come see you later, right? How long would you be at the office?
I said:
>Not sure. Maybe past midnight, but not all through the night.
Heidi came back:
>You can just text me when you're done, so I can see you after xx
I managed to put it all out of my mind for a while, but that was only possible for so long. Then in came a text message bearing a selfie from Heidi showing how she looked before going out.
>What do you think? ;-)
She was wearing a leopard print dress that was not merely a little risqué, it was downright slutty. Did she buy that on one of our shopping trips? I remembered something similar... but couldn't remember that we'd bought it. In her picture she was holding up the hem of her dress to show me her white lace thong. I accidentally opened the image at my desk — and had to suddenly hide it away before someone saw it, then sneak away to the bathroom to appreciate it fully.
>You look stunning. Have fun! Xx
I felt a little strange including kisses after my text message, but then again we were sleeping together. We did more than just kiss. My chest felt as though it was filled with butterflies to see Heidi like that. The way she was dressed made it seem almost guaranteed that she'd meet someone, and succeed in dragging him home. Then again, with her new attitude, almost any outfit was going to lead to success of a certain kind.
I had to put the thoughts out of my mind to focus on my work, which really seemed mind-numbingly dull compared to what was going on in Johnny's. And it didn't help that Heidi kept texting me updates.
Heidi:The guys seem better looking tonight, somehow. You're missing out!
Joe: Your self-confidence is probably just making you think more of the guys are available to you.
Heidi: Maybe. I'm not sure I'll last all night at this rate!
It was hot to receive tidbits about how her night was going, and actually helped me get though the tedium of countless spreadsheets. Later on, it got hotter and hotter.
Heidi: Two guys were almost fighting over me!
Joe: Impressive! See how far you've come.
Heidi: I ended up dancing with both of them, and both were trying to get their hands under my dress. Not a bad feeling ;-)
And:
Heidi: Was dancing with a hot black guy and he made me come in the middle of the crowded dance floor :-P
Joe: Jesus. You should try and reciprocate!
&nb
sp; Then around midnight, I found myself watching a video shot on Heidi's camera phone. It was filmed in incredibly bad light — but after a few moments I could understand what I was looking at: Heidi on her knees in a dark corner of the nightclub, sucking on a black guy's large cock.
Jesus. She was crazy.
It didn't last too long — maybe a few minutes at most. I'm not even sure if the guy in question ended up coming. The video cut off too early.
The question I had, though, was more related to production.
I texted her:
>Who the hell was filming you?
After a little while, Heidi texted back:
>Your friend Bella. You didn't know she was here? She's been keeping me company all night.
Now I had another text message come in, this time from a number my phone didn't recognize.
>Hi Joe, hope you're not too bored at the office xx
I assumed this was from Bella, so I saved the number to my phone so it would appear with some kind of recognizable moniker. I texted her:
>Thanks for keeping Heidi company.
She replied:
>It's no problem. Keeps me entertained. That ex of yours is a slut ;-)
I laughed out loud at that one. I had to come up with some little white lie to explain to my colleagues in the office why I was suddenly bursting out into guffaws while doing nothing but processing numbers on a screen.
"I think maybe I'm going nuts," I suggested, blustering my way out of an explanation.
"Better watch out guys," warned my co-worker Will Matthews. "One day he'll come back to the office with a gun..."
I had to follow Bella's texts more secretly. Nevertheless, it was a great way to pass the time. And it was mostly Bella's texts after that. Heidi was otherwise occupied. Bella attempted to send me pictures of my ex on the dance floor, or even at the bar with various guys. The light levels weren't great, so it was difficult to see anything much, but what I could make out gave me a hard-on I had to work hard to conceal.
And occasionally, I was able to text replies to her.
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