The To-Do List

by Sam Lindsey

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: A henpecked husband has a chance encounter at a restaurant with a beautiful redhead that leads to an interesting afternoon with startling consequences.

Kevin Reilly sat under the dim lights of the empty movie theater. The front of his trousers were completely saturated with a gooey concoction of pussy juice and cum, and he was still in a state of shock over the events of the last few hours.

It all began that morning, the first glorious day of his vacation. Well, it had been glorious until his wife gave him that damn To-Do List. He even skipped breakfast so he could get a head start on it, but by 12:30 he was less than halfway through it. That was when the hunger began to gnaw at his gut like a dull knife. He decided to try Chez Maison, a newer upscale restaurant located only a few blocks away. He'd heard that the food there was excellent and plentiful, which was good because he was very nearly starved.

As Kevin began the three-block walk, he felt a deep resentment building towards his wife. A few things about Janet had begun to annoy him lately. The damn To-Do List was a perfect example. After she gave it to him this morning, she went over each and every item on it in painful detail until he felt like a small child being berated by his mother, and he was both hurt and humiliated by the experience.

Married life had been pretty good for most of the last three years, but for some reason lately, his and Janet's passion for each other seemed to have diminished considerably. Kevin's eye tended to stray more, and he had the occasional mild fantasy about some woman he'd meet. He'd heard about the "seven-year itch", but nobody warned him there might be a "three-year tickle".

To be fair, normally Janet's lists were much shorter, but her sister, Laurel, was flying in from Australia for a two-week visit and a number of the items pertained to her visit. Kevin hadn't had the opportunity to meet Laurel yet. She wasn't able to attend their wedding because she was broke at the time and couldn't afford the airfare home. A few years ago he'd seen a picture or two of her in her younger days in one of Janet's photo albums, but he couldn't really recall what she looked like and, to be honest, he didn't much care. All he knew was that her visit was going to wreak perfect hell with his vacation, at least if today was any indication.

Kevin was weak with hunger as he walked through the front doors of Chez Maison, and when he saw the long line-up inside he nearly keeled over. He couldn't believe it was so busy on a Monday afternoon, but he knew his options were limited. The next nearest restaurant was a twenty-minute walk away, and he was sure he'd die of starvation before he got there. He could call a cab, but the cabs in this city were notoriously slow during the day. As he counted the number of people in line, Kevin judged that he only had about a twenty-minute wait. And besides, there was a sweet-looking redhead in line in front of him who he could ogle while he passed the time.

Kevin scanned the front page of his newspaper while covertly studying the attractive young woman. She had long, teased, red hair that flowed halfway down her back and she wore a short, canary-yellow, cotton sundress with a low back that exposed a substantial expanse of creamy white flesh. Even under the loose-fitting sundress he could see the prominent outline of her full round ass. Her legs were long and lean and led down to two beautiful feet that were encased in a pair of white sandals with very short heels. Her toenails were manicured and covered in a shiny coat of bright red polish that nicely complemented the softer red color of her hair and her creamy complexion. As Kevin admired the view from her back, he felt his cock begin to stiffen, so he returned to reviewing that day's headlines before things got too far out of hand.

After twenty-five long minutes the line finally dwindled down to just Kevin and the redhead.

"How many?" the hostess asked the redhead.

"One," she replied in a beautiful dulcet voice.

The hostess took a menu off the pile and handed it her before turning her attention to Kevin. "I'm sorry, sir," she apologized, "but I'm afraid it may be another twenty minute wait yet."

"Twenty minutes?!" Kevin exclaimed. "But I've already been here nearly half an hour!"

"I'm sorry, sir," the hostess explained, "but we've been very busy today and the tables haven't been turning over as quickly as we'd hoped."

"I'm sorry, too," Kevin apologized with a sheepish expression on his face. He gave the hostess a weak little smile as he said, "It's just that I'm famished."

"If the gentleman wants, he can share my table with me," the soft sweet voice ahead of him said.

As the redhead began to turn around to face him, Kevin replied, "Why thank you very much, miss. It's nice of you to offer." The last few words nearly caught in his throat as she completed her turn and he saw her face for the first time. She was, quite simply, gorgeous! She looked like she had just leapt from the pages of Cosmopolitan or Elle. Her eyes were dark blue and she had a perfectly shaped nose. Her skin was creamy and flawless and her lips full and sensual and coated with lipstick the same shade of red as the polish on her toenails and long fingernails. A pair of slender shoulders held up the straps of her sundress, and her bare arms were thin but by no means anorexic. The front of her sundress dipped quite low, revealing a subtle valley of creamy cleavage, and her hard nipples pressed against the thin material of her dress making it quite obvious she was not wearing a bra.

As the redhead handed Kevin her menu, the tip of her tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked at her upper lip causing Kevin's cock to jump inside his pants. It may have only been wishful thinking on his part, but he thought he saw her glimpse downwards for a second at the bulge that was beginning to form in the front of his dark wool trousers.

As the hostess led them to their table, Kevin thought the redhead was a little too forward when she wrapped her arm through his, but he didn't pull away. His body trembled slightly at her electric touch and he hoped she didn't notice. When they arrived at their table he pulled her chair out for her and then pushed it back in as she took her seat. "My my, not only handsome but a gentleman too," she said as she teased him with her smile. Kevin felt a warm blush creep across his cheeks and he was at a complete loss for words.

As he took his seat, the redhead extended her delicate arm across the table and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Kit."

He reached across to shake her hand. "Kevin," he said. "Pleased to meet you, Kit." It seemed to him that she held onto his hand for a few seconds longer than necessary after the handshake ended, but he might have only imagined it.

The server brought a bread plate and two tall glasses of iced water over to their table, and then the waitress came and took their orders. As soon as she left, Kevin grabbed a handful of bread sticks and began to devour them like a ravenous animal in a desperate attempt to restore his body's glucose level to something approaching normal.

"My my, aren't we hungry?" Kit said as she watched him engorge himself while continuing to torture him with her smile.

"Missed breakfast this morning," he muttered through a mouthful of breadcrumbs in a feeble attempt to explain away his gluttonous behavior.

As soon as he finished his bread sticks, Kevin excused himself to go to the washroom. He didn't really have to go, but he needed some time to gather his wits so he wouldn't continue to come across as a complete idiot to this beautiful young woman. He splashed some cold water on his face and rehearsed a few lines of conversation so he could present himself as slightly more charming and witty than he was sure he'd seemed up to that point. He brushed his teeth with his finger to eliminate the residue of any breadcrumbs that might have adhered to them, and then proceeded to towel himself off. As he dried his hands he noticed the gold wedding band on his finger, and for reasons even he didn't fully understand, he removed it and stuck it in the side pocket of his sports coat. Then he took one last look in the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair before he exited the washroom and walked back to his table.

In his absence, their drinks had arrived and Kit was already sipping on hers. They had both ordered Bloody Caesars, and he took a large swallow of his before he spoke. "So, Kit, do you live here in town?"

The pretty woman smiled at him and replied, "No, I'm just visiting for a few weeks."

"Family or friends?"

"Both," she said. "How about you?"

Kevin told her that he was a resident, born and raised here, and he proceeded to expound about some of the local attractions she should consider taking in. After that they continued to chat about nothing, discussing the weather and their restaurant experiences. Kevin managed to steer the conversation clear of the topic of marital status, although he was almost certain that Kit noticed the telltale circle of white skin around his ring finger.

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