Dave & Diane Ch. 1

Chapter One: A Night To Remember

Diane Stone sat at her make-up table and put the finishing touches to her make-up. "Not bad for an old broad," she thought to herself as she looked in the mirror. Diane was suffering from what she called "the sags," - sagging ass, sagging tits and sagging self-esteem. And, on this, her 50th birthday, she was not all happy with the idea of being another year older. "Not bad at all - for 50," she mused, glancing down at the reflection of her mostly-naked 36D breasts. They were being pushed up from the shelf, half-cups of her black corset. She had always been proud of her breasts, but sticking out like this was a little too much, she thought. And she had never worn the corset because of it, even though she'd had it for well over three years. It was just another impulse purchase. But tonight she was wearing, and wearing it because of the note. "Oh, yes, the note" she thought and smiled, recalling the little piece of paper she found on the bed after Dave had hustled off to work unusually early.

The note was from her husband, Dave. She looked at the note lying on the make-up table in front of her and smiled again as she applied a heavier layer of eye make-up. "Christ," she thought, "I already look like a Vegas showgirl or a streetwalker." The heavy lip liner, the false eyelashes, and the dark eye shadow had all been detailed in the note, along with the clothes and her routine for the day.

She picked up the note again and re-read it.

"Diane,

You will not be going into work today. Call in and tell them you are ill. They will live without you for one day. Next, you will not to eat anything for the entire day. You may drink only water. Take a nap and rest up because you will need your energy. This evening, you will give yourself and enema with the container of liquid on the kitchen counter. Then you will shower, fix your hair, and put on false eyelashes, and heavy make-up. You will wear your black corset, seamed black stockings and your highest heels. In your closet you will find a new dress. Put it on. At 7 p.m., a car will arrive and drive you to the West End Hotel. Do not wear a coat. Go into the lobby and ask the man at the desk for the number to Mr. Wilson's room. He will give you the number and a key. Go straight to the room."

She broke into a small laugh as she put the note back on the table. No matter how clever Dave thought he was, she had this entire thing figured out. Today was, after all, her 50th birthday and their 25th anniversary. Getting married on her birthday seemed a clever idea to her and Dave twenty-five years ago. Now, twenty-five years, three grown children, a successful career, a house in the suburbs, and a totally predictable sex life later, here she was. And Dave was planning his present to her. She could pretty well guess exactly what would happen tonight. She would meet him in the hotel room, they would laugh about it, and they would go off for a large, sumptuous meal. That was obvious from his order not to eat all day. And the enema and sexy outfit could only mean a titillating roll in the hotel bed. Obviously, this was Dave’s memorable evening for their anniversary/birthday celebration. A "night to remember," he had said, recalling his exact words some three or four weeks ago.

He had been sitting in the den at the computer. She walked in to find him web surfing at some amateur swingers web site.

“What have you got there?” she had asked, pointing to the computer screen.

“O, just seeing what’s going on out there,” Dave casually replied as he continued to surf the site. Dave had often suggested that they to venture forth, sexually. But Diane had neither the time nor the energy, what with her work and the family. Besides, she had said to Dave, they we too old for that now. “So, what would you like for the big five – 0 and two five?” meaning her birthday and their anniversary.

“I don’t know,” Diane replied. “You can get me one of those,” she said jokingly, referring to the photo of the naked guy on the computer screen holding his erect cock in his hand. Dave clicked the mouse and another naked male appeared on the screen sporting an even larger cock.

“Oh,” she laughed, “and one of those…” Dave clicked yet again and another naked, erect guy on the screen. “And, yes, I’ll have one of those,” Diane said as she broke into a laugh.

“Ahhhh, so you want the big 50 and 25 to be a little exciting, something you look back on as a night to remember?” Dave said smiling as he looked at the computer screen.

“Well, why not!” Diane said, more teasing than serious.

So, this morning she awoke to the note and Dave preparations for her big surprise. The day passed pretty quickly for her. She tried on the underwear and dress that Dave had selected. The black corset looked good on her as she looked in the full-length mirror. She mused that whatever the years and a relatively inactive exec desk job had done to her body, the corset would fix. But when she held up the wisp of fabric that someone laughingly called underwear, she winced. “Oh, this ought to be funny!” she said aloud. She looked at the tiny sliver of sheer, black satin attached to thin, elastic strips and shook her head. She had worn g-strings years ago, but not in the last few years, and certainly not now. And this was smaller than anything she would have worn, even when she was in her prime. Yes, she reflected, her prime years had been prime indeed. At 5'10'' and 120 pounds, she was a knockout. Her 34C breasts went well with her long slim legs. "But, that was then," she thought, releasing a deep sigh. Then came a great marriage, the kids, grad school, and a skyrocketing career. All in all, she was pretty happy, in most respects. Except for getting older!

Diane stepped into the tiny, transparent thong and slid it up. She starred into the mirror with a look of dissatisfaction on her face. Her pubic hair was not particularly thick or bushy, but this tiny strip of sheer satin hid nothing. Hairs stuck out from around the sides of the g-string and matted under the sheer wisp on her crotch. “Well, that looks pretty trashy,” she said aloud. “So shave it.” It would be a great twist to Dave's surprise evening.

“ So old Davy Boy wants this to be a surprise, with his mystery note and everything. I’ll give him a surprise. I can just imagine the look on his face when he sees this.” With that, she proceeded to shave her entire pubic area. When she finished, she slipped the g-string back on.

“Wow, that’s pretty hot,” she said to herself as she looked in the full-length mirror. She stared at the lips of her shaved cunt as they pressed against the transparent fabric. Then she took her hand and lightly grazed the smooth surface. A rush of pleasure ran up her body. Still stroking herself, she smiled and thought, “I can predict everything Dave has planned for tonight. He’ll have one of his pals pick me up and drive me to the hotel. He and I will go out and eat at a nearby restaurant, do the hotel bed thing and we’ll be home by 11 p.m.” Stroking her smooth cunt she said, “Well, this will get him going.”

She put the finishing touches to her make-up and put her dress on, she remembered something. “Oh, damn, I almost forgot the enema.” She paused for a second, thinking that she would skip it. But then she thought, “What the hell, why not?” She and Dave had never been big into anal sex, just a handful of times over the past 25 years. But in keeping with the spirit of Dave’s surprise, she would play along. Dave would probably just kiss and lick her ass a little bit, then they’d have sex in the hotel and head for home.

Going down to the kitchen, she went over to the large container sitting on the counter and read yet another note. “Warm this up and use all of it. All of it!” the note next to the container read.

“ He’s got to be kidding,” Diane thought, looking at the bowl of dark liquid. “There’s got to be a gallon of stuff here.” Carefully she took the large bowl and returned to her bathroom. The dark liquid had a very familiar smell to it, but she couldn’t place it. After giving herself three separate enemas, she had indeed used all of the liquid. “Well, I’ll say one thing,” she mused to herself, “I’ve never been this clean. Let him lick and nuzzle all he wants.”

She moved quickly to put on the dress back on, realizing that it was getting close to 7 o’clock. She slipped on the dress and took a quick look in the full-length mirror. The dress was a shiny purple, shorter and tighter than anything she would ever be caught dead in. There was a large cutout at the top of the dress revealing the tops of her breast and the edge of her nipples, right at the top of the corset. “God, you can see all of my tits!” she exclaimed. She tugged at the neckline of the dress pulling it up as high as she could. “I only hope I don’t see anybody from the office.”

She rushed downstairs and opened the front door, expecting to see one of Dave’s pals leering at her. But instead, parked at the curb was a silver, stretch limousine. She couldn’t believe her eyes, as she walked to the car. Maybe Dave rented the limo and was going to play at being the chauffeur. Oh, that was it! The surprise was that he wanted to role-play as the chauffeur and the mistress. "Okay, fine with me," Diane smirked.

As she reached the car, the driver’s door opened and a young man in his late 20’s or perhaps, early 30’s got out and walked around to open her door.

“Good evening, Mrs. Stone. My name is Steve, and I’ll be your driver this evening. If you need anything during our trip to the hotel, please let me know.”

“Thank you, Steve” she said, still a little dumbstruck.

She smiled at him and then thought she noticed his eyes leave hers and drop to her breasts. She hurried to get into the limo, as Steve extended his hand to help her in. She settled into the spacious back seat and there on the table in front of her was a bottle of chilled champagne and twenty-five red roses. “Dave,” she said aloud and smiled. She poured a glass of champagne and began to sip as the limousine pulled away from the curb.

She was well into her second glass of champagne, when she glanced up and noticed Steve inspecting her in the rear view mirror. Steve’s eyes jumped back to the road as she almost laughed out loud. “Well,” she thought, “ I may be losing it a little, a few wrinkles and sags here and there, but I can still catch the eye of a good looking guy.” She stared at Steve in the rear-view mirror, but his eyes focused straight ahead. She poured her fourth glass of champagne and thought again about the days when she had been a real eye catcher. At 5' 10'' tall, she could walk into a room and watch every head turn. Her breasts were great then, a little large she thought, but as tall as she was, they looked incredible. Normally a brunette with what she called “mousy” brown hair, Diane had colored her hair blond during the early years of their marriage. With her long legs, large breasts, and that blond hair, she was not a woman who could be overlooked in a crowd. Her recollection was cut off as she noticed that the limo was approaching the hotel entrance. She swallowed the remaining champagne in her glass and tried to clear her head.

“Wow!” she thought. “A couple glasses of champagne and I’m drunk on my ass!”

She chalked it up to not eating all-day and stepped out of the limousine, as Steve swung the door open. As she walked past, she wanted to give Steve a quick kiss on the cheek for his appreciative looks, but she settled on a “Thank you, Steve.”

She strode into the hotel lobby and stopped just beyond the entrance. She was feeling good, though a little dizzy from the champagne. She took a deep breath and convinced herself that the champagne would help her get though the lobby and through a restaurant dinner wearing this nothing of a dress. With that, she lifted her chin and started walking toward the desk. She noticed that her stiletto heels added a little more swing to her ass and a bit of a bounce to her breasts, as she moved across the lobby, now aware that every male head in the place was following her, eyes locked in a stare. "Not bad," she thought and smiled.

She approached the desk and asked the only man at the desk for Mr. Wilson’s room. The desk clerk smiled broadly, said “Room 604” and pushed the card key across the counter toward her. She thanked him and look down to pick up the key. As she glanced down to pick up the card key, she gasped. Her breasts and nipples were completely exposed, popping out while she walked. “Christ!” she thought angrily to herself, “I should be wearing a sign that says ‘Hi, I’m Diane. Please fuck me.’ ” She pulled up the dress as best as she could and went off in search of room 604.

In the elevator ride up, she leaned against the walls to steady herself, and thought “Well, Dave is going to have a hell of an evening staring at my tits in this restaurant we’re at,” now convinced that she knew exactly how Dave had planned their celebration evening. “Screw it,” she said aloud to herself, then added silently, “A little titillating foreplay at dinner and sex with your husband in a hotel room sounds pretty good to me.” Diane laughed out loud. She was still laughing when the elevator bumped to a stop at the sixth floor, tossing her off of the wall. The doors opened and she staggered into the hall, trying to catch her balance.

Sensing that she was really drunk, but knowing that she just couldn’t be from that small amount of champagne, Diane shook her head and walked down the hall to room 604. She could hear the heavy, rhythmic beat of music coming from the other side of the door, but nothing more. “Ah, that’s Dave setting the mood,” she affirmed to herself and smiled as she slipped the cardkey into the lock, opened the door, and stepped into the room.

Her mouth fell open as she looked around the room. There, with champagne glasses in their hands, were 15 or 20 men. Some were white and some were black, with a wide range of ages. They stood around the outer edges of the large suite, leaving the middle of the room open. The room was silent except for the thumping of the music. Unusually bright light filled the room, with a few too many lamps turned on. Diane closed her mouth as her mind scrambled to catch up. Then she had it! She knew what this was. A few years ago, Dave had tried to convince her to join in an amateur night contest at a strip club. They were there on vacation, and Diane was bragging that she could do better than any of the women up there. "But, nobody wants to see an old woman strip," she told him, when he challenged her to get up and dance. Indeed, in the privacy of their own home, she had put on some terrific shows for Dave.

“So that’s what this is,” she realized to herself. “Dave wants me to get up on the table and strip for this bunch of guys.” She snatched a champagne glass from the hand of a nearby man, swallowed it's contents in a quick gulp and returned the empty glass to the smiling guy. “Well, what the hell,” she thought. “Let’s see if any of these guys can appreciate a mature woman shaking her ass.” This twist was unexpected, but she was sure she knew where Dave was going with this. She smiled and slowly looked around the room. Then she saw him! There, across the room stood Dave.

She locked eyes to his and with a bit of an overdone dramatic flare, she tossed her hair and started walking across the open floor. She added a little extra wiggle to her hips and ass as she stepped out. “A little something for the boys in the back,” she thought. As she walked, the heat in the room, the lights, and the champagne seemed to make the room swim around her. Despite this, Diane slowly strutted across the floor and as she approached Dave, said “Dave, what is…” Dave interrupted her and put his fingers to her mouth as he stepped quickly forward.

“Shhhhhh,” he said silencing her. He was only inches from her face now, as he stepped closer. He smiled and slowly leaned forward. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her against him, his mouth now on hers. His tongue slid into her mouth as they kissed.

Diane relaxed into the familiarity of her husband’s kiss, but she had to admit that this was a little strange. This kiss was not like any kiss she’d ever shared with Dave. His tongue was exploring every part of her mouth as her held her tight. Slowly his hands moved from around her waist, and began rubbing the cheeks of her ass. Still locked in the kiss, she was startled when Dave lifted the hem of the short dress and pulled the tight fitting sheath up around waist. She stood there with her ass fully exposed in this room full of men. Now, for the first time, she was totally unsure of what was going on. Before she could move to pull the dress back down, one of Dave’s hands slipped down between her legs, and gently began stroking her cunt.

Dave easily pushed aside the flimsy triangle covering her pussy and she could hear the wet, liquid noises coming from her as his fingers massaged her vaginal lips. “My God! I'm sopping wet,” she thought as she continued to suck on Dave’s relentless tongue. Then suddenly, Diane gave out a deep, guttural groan as one of Dave’s fingers pushed fully inside her. She had almost forgotten she was standing on the middle of a room filled with men. The men said nothing, but as if cued by the sound of her moan, a small group of six or seven stepped over to them. Their clutching bodies were consumed in a tight cluster of men. She could feel their hands all over her, gently stroking, gently caressing her entire body.

Hands ran up and down her stocking clad legs. More hands stroked the cheeks of her ass, her shoulders, and her neck. The knot of men pressed close to her, gently touching every available part of her. Diane felt like she was going to faint. And she could feel Dave, his mouth on hers and his finger probing deeper. Dave massaged her cunt for a brief moment more, then with a practiced ease, slipped another finger in her. Another moan came from her muffled throat and with that she could feel her right leg being lifted, held up by someone in the group. She gave a quick sigh of disappointment as Dave fingers pulled out of her, but just a quickly she became aware of a rigid penis pushing its way into her. Her eye’s popped opened and she tried to speak, but Dave’s tongue only plunged deeper into her throat, as he held her tight.

The man behind her now pushed his hips forward and plunged his erect cock deep into her moist opening. Diane couldn’t believe this! She was being fucked by another man while her husband and some strangers held her upright. At that moment, the man holding her leg lifted it even higher, allowing the guy penetrating her to go still deeper. The man began to pump rapidly, as he filled the air with short grunts and groans. She could feel his increasing thrusts and knew he was about to come. Instinctually, she sensed the urgency and pushed her ass against his hips. He exploded into her and with 4 or 5 remaining pumps dumped his load into her. As the man's cock slipped out another instantly took its place inside her.

The pumping began up again as Diane began to yeild to the pleasure of the moment. She couldn’t see the man behind her, since she was still locked in Dave’s mouth, his hands holding her tight against him. She did notice that this guy was larger that the first. In fact, she imagined that he was pretty much of a handful. He was driving very deep into her wet cunt as she could feel her body trying to adjust to the size of the rather large of his penis. She realized this guy would normally be a tight, or even painful, fit inside her. And she found herself wetter than she had been in years. Her own juices were added to the first man's cum and allowed her to ignore what normally might have been painful. Instead, she felt herself getting hotter and hotter riding this large cock. Each thrust seemed to go a little deeper, until she could only guess that she must have about 12 inches of very hard dick pushing into her. “Damn,” she said to herself, “size has never meant anything, but I could sure get into this.” Again, she sensed the speed and the pressure building from the man behind her, feeling his urgency. She matched his pounding with an urgency of her own, and as he came inside her, she clamped down on his large cock with her cunt muscles, trying to milk every drop of semen from his deflating cock. “Let’s see him get that from a twenty year old!” she though smugly to herself. “I may be fifty, but I do know how to use what I’ve got.”