Chapter 4

Ron spent the day with me, at my house, well, mine and Tony’s, as I cleaned up and made the house presentable for the party. Rom didn’t even balk when I gave him some chores to do, like dusting and vacuuming, and taking the trash out.

I spent the day wearing my short baby-pink satin robe, and nothing else, just padding around, doing what was necessary, including scouring the kitchen and bathrooms. Ron would leer at me and admire my jiggling boobs, and the fact that I kept having to re-tighten my robe’s sash, to keep it from opening fully to him. As much as I loved being bedded by Ron, I was in mortal fear of my home looking like a disaster area, so Ron just had to wait. Finally, with about 90 minutes to spare, the place was up to my satisfaction. I was still nervous as heck, I hated the idea of playing hostess without my husband, but I had been given the assurances by both Ron and Tony that it would be fine.

The catering arrived about twenty minutes after I sat down to rest, watching TV, while Ron was in the shower. Not having bothered to put any more clothes on, I simply answered the door half-naked, and let the guy and two ladies gawk at me. Well, the guy at any rate, as they brought in the trays and chafing dishes. I sat at the kitchen table, and had a small sample plate, smiling to them as they set up, and made arrangements for everything to be picked up on the following weekday. As I spoke, my robe wasn’t tightly secured, and my breasts, or most of them, were on display. I had the young man’s full attention the entire time they were there. So much so he offered to stay and help serve, which got him some remarks from one of the ladies, who I think was in charge. After declining his offer, I showed them out, and went to get myself ready, as I had heard the water stop running, meaning Ron was out of the shower.

“Food’s ready.” I commented, as he stood before me, naked, and like a Black Adonis. My eyes could not help but admire him, and I took my own sweet time to look him over, knowing at some point tonight, I was going to be impaled by him. “What do you want me to wear?”

I was shedding my robe as I spoke, and now it was Ron’s turn to drool, my firm 34C’s bare to him, and my landing strip acting like directions to my glory. “I’ll find something...” he spoke in a low appreciation.

We were standing there, eyeing each other’s bodies, a sort of foreplay between us. Obviously we had seen each other naked, many times, but this was the first time we had taken the time to actually look each other over in a more clinical, appraising way, and it was building heat, in me, for certain, at being able to enjoy the masculinity standing before me, and at the same time, know I was being devoured optically by a man I appreciated. For those who say women don’t get turned on visually, let me tell you they are full of shit. My vagina was already getting wet, and I was just standing there.

Ron approached me and collected me in his arms, and we kissed, softly, his kips first gently plaid to mine, and then they opened, inviting mine along, where his tongue licked inside my mouth, caressing my responding tongue. I purred, moaning as his hands grasped my butt cheek in each hand, squeezing firmly. I was on my tiptoes to kiss him, and as the kiss broke, my nipples were rising. Time was stopped, even as the clock ticked, and my phone then chirped, reminding me what time it was.

“Lover, we had better stop, or everyone is going to see us.” I murmured.

“Yeah. I know...” Reluctantly, Ron let me go, and I smiled to him. “But would that be so bad?” he asked.

The question threw me for as loop. It was the first time he came anywhere near admitting any feelings for me. I had to think about it in the shower. How did I really feel? How did he really feel? Tony was going to get hurt. I had a sense of dread growing ominously over me. It wouldn’t be long now, before he had to be made aware. I was not looking forward to that. I knew I would cry, and probably that he would, too. Do I leave him? End it with Ron? When to do it? How to do it? My mind was in turmoil as I got out of the shower, toweling my hair and then blow-drying it, letting it hang naturally.

Once dry, I put on my makeup, adding a little more than usual, as it was a more formal party, and then went to see what Ron had laid out for me. Two outfits lay across my bed. One of them was one of my favorites, but totally inappropriate to wear. Sheer Champagne satin, it was basically a cape with no front opening, just a solid full circle, and a neck-opening and a high collar. The hem was about three inches below my butt, but worse was there were no openings or places to put my arms. If I reached wrong, the whole dress was lifted, and exposing me. I loved wearing it, but at the same time, I couldn’t do it in front of Tony’s co-workers, and superiors.

Next to it lay another inappropriate dress, again of satin, but one that exposed a lot of side-boob, and a very deep drape. The hem was also another too-short for business affairs length. It was hot, and great for social events and clubbing, but not this. I thought Ron was just trying to show me off as his woman. He had a point, though, in that the more we slept together, the more and more I was becoming his. I stood there, for a moment, and started to weep. Again the turmoil. Could I truly love two men? I knew that two men loved me, just in different ways. And maybe that was changing.

So to the closet I went, and pulled out a few, rejecting them, until I found one that wasn’t awful. Blood red satin and off-the shoulder, the circle skirt was hemmed more modestly above my knees. It had a modest plunge in the neckline to show that I had a nice cleavage, but wasn’t nearly as daring. I decided to pair it with seamed black thigh highs and my black Louboutins. The red of the sole was a close match for the fabric, and it would coordinate well. I’d have to paint my nails, but that was a small price to pay. I pulled on the hosiery, and then the dress, omitting panties as Ron had that rule about not wearing them. Adjusting myself, things fit well, and it was comfortable. I looked in the full-length mirror of the closet door and smiled. I liked what I saw. The doorbell rang as I was using a blow dryer to finish my nails, and I let Ron answer it, as the first guests arrived.