On the way home from work the next day, I phoned Frank. I asked him if he and Alice were free on Friday the thirteenth. It will be our six-month anniversary, and I wanted to have a little party for Loretta. I hoped to have him and then ask Travis and Annie. I would ask Annie at the party.
Frank said he would tell Alice. He was sure nothing would keep them from being there. I phoned the Crystal Goblet next. I explained it was for a party of six and the event. Monica, the hostess, said she would have everything set that would please Loretta.
When I got home, Loretta was already home. She was about three feet off the ground. She was all wound up about buying our outfits. I freshened up quickly and we were out the door, but she waited for me to open the car door for her.
When we got to the store, Loretta made a beeline for the tie-died shirts. She was like a teenager. I just stood back and laughed. She brought one over and held it up to me for size. It was an XL. It was too small. She went back for an XXL.
Then she went to find her size. I was standing next to her. She found one and held it up to her. I pulled it around her breasts and told her it was way too small. I got another “Michael” and a slap on the arm.
When she went over to the shorts, I was a bit leery. The closest I’ve seen to shorts on Lorretta is her panties. But I thought let’s see where this goes. She took the items I was holding and handed me a pair of white shorts.
“Here, Michael. Please go in there and try these on for size.” I could tell there were no options. Into the dressing room, I went.
When I came out. She was standing there and others were shopping. Loretta stood there assessing the fit. Then I asked in a rather loud voice:
“To these make my ass look too big?” And I turned like a model.
People, especially guys, were laughing out loud. Not my Loretta.
“Michael O'Shaughnessy, behave yourself. Those look just fine, now take them off. Oh, and put your pants back on. I am never taking you shopping with me again.” Loretta acted flustered. The others were still chuckling.
Loretta went in to try on hers. When she came out, she asked me how they looked. There was a distinct hush in the department.
“Baby, you look great. I like the way they fit you. I hope you get them.”
Loretta turned and changed back into her slacks. Everyone was still looking at me. I stood there smiling as proud as a peacock. Loretta came out of the dressing room, I handed her purse to her and carried the purchases. I walked out of the department with my ass in the air.
Luckily, Loretta has almost all of her clothes in the apartment. It’s beginning to look like ours. She has put up some of her favorite pictures and moved a few things around. We walked in the door and she turned to me.
“Baby, I’d like to take my bath and get settled in. I had to do quite a bit of walking at work, then the shopping. I need to relax.”
“Anything you want to do. What can I do to make it easier for you.” She looked so weary.
“If you would, just take my clothes, and toss them into the laundry. I can manage from there.” She sounded tired.
I must admit, it’s hard at times for me to remember that she had gotten along without me. She did things on her own. I don’t want her to think I think she is an invalid, but I want to be there for her. She gets it, I’m still learning.
“Baby, hot tea or a beverage for when you’re finished?”
“Oh, Honey, hot tea would taste wonderful, thank you.” I closed the bathroom door.
I had her tea ready for her, as well as her blanket and lotion. She sat on the couch instead of lying back. She looked refreshed, but still tired.
“Hey Baby,” Loretta said, “go on and take your shower and relax. I’ll take care of things tonight. Now go on and let the hot water run over you and relax you.” Loretta was stressed. And I knew why.
The hot shave and shower felt wonderful. I enjoyed every drop that cascaded down my body. But I couldn’t get Loretta's expression out of my mind. I know it was more than being tired. I wondered if she regretted buying the shorts.
I threw on a pair of boxers and headed for the living room. I wasn’t sure what the mood would be. When I got to the kitchen, I asked Loretta if she wanted more tea. She said yes. The water was still warm in the saucepan, so I heated it a bit more. I got a fresh tea bag and cup for her and took it to her. I handed it to her and Loretta hid behind it.
She looked at her lap, and her lotion was sitting there. She looked at me from behind her camouflage of a teacup.
“Please,” she whispered. “I’m sorry Michael. I’m scared about,” I interrupted her.
“The shorts. First off if you’re game I am. Second, if you want to keep them around here and get something else for the party, I’m in.” My voice was reassuring.
“No, Michael. First, I am wearing the shorts to the party. I bought them to make a statement and damn it I’m going to make my statement. Second, if I just wear them around our apartment, it’s more work for you to take them off when you want me.” She had a smile in her voice.
“But Loretta, I always want you, sexy!” I said proudly.
“Well then, I won’t wear the damn things around here at all,” she giggled.
She laid back on the couch and I applied the lotion to her leg. Her legs are so soft and smooth without the lotion. I started massaging her leg a bit higher a little bit at a time. Loretta noticed and smiled around her coffee cup.
I reached for her panties and started to pull them down.
“I don’t need the lotion up there,” she cooed.
“They’re in my way,” I answered.
“Well then. That’s okay.” Loretta grinned,
I started to get on top of her but she stopped me.
“No, no, no. No boxers, I want to feel my man between my legs, not cloth,” she demanded softly.
I removed my boxers and my hard cock was in plain sight. Loretta mewed and sat up. She took her top off and wrapped her arms around me. She held me as she sucked my cock into her mouth.
She let go and lay back on the couch smiling her seductive smile.
“Mmmm, that’s my man. That’s MY pleasure pole. Mmmm, yes,” she purred and pulled me down on her.
She centered herself on the couch, then I felt her soft delicate fingers wrap around my cock. We spoke not a word, but she guided me into her. When our bodies touched, she released my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I felt her hot breath flow around my neck. I felt her nails gently make her invisible marks on me. I moved in and out of her a few times then stopped when our bodies touched again. Loretta moved her hips so her clit rubbed against me.
“My man, my lover, my husband. Take me, your wife. Take me forever, Michael,” Loretta purred in my ear.
Slowly I stroke in and out of Loretta’s wet pussy. We hugged and kissed as our hips moved in unison. Our erotic dance continued as I sucked on her breasts. Loretta held my head as I gently sucked her breast and fondled the other. Her heavy breathing turned to panting.