Erotic Evening at the Opera

The past two weeks were awesome, having Betty join us in Costa Rica for a threesome and a week on the private island with John enjoying rough sex marathon. On the way home challenging John to Truth and Dare was risky. Standing there, in front of the mirror, Mina thinks as She trembles, ” I knew challenging John to a game of Truth or Dare wasn’t a good idea. I knew John would win, just like every other game we play, I always lose to John. I shouldn’t have done those tequila shots and promised John to do anything John wanted for the next day.” But what puzzled her wasn’t the fact that I teased her all day but the fact that I asked her to dress up so we could go to the opera. I had her favorite boutque deliver the most gorgeous and delicate silk dress to her. I knew that the deep purple colour of the dress would look sinful against her skin. I knew that the plunging neckline would enhance her chest.

She put the dress on and it ends mid thigh. She must admit that I have impeccable taste. As she swirls around in it, with the fabric snuggled at her chest, tight around her waist and then flowing out, She notices another package along with the one She received the dress in. She opens the box and touch the soft pair of German stockings. She laughs back at the memory when She first wore stockings for me. It was my niece’s birthday party and she didn’t want to look inappropriate in the dress I asked her to wear. So she put on a pair of stockings. Only I thought they made her look even more delicious. She shakes that thought out of her mind and slips on the stockings. They’re black and sheer for the most part. Lace on the top, of course, just like I love them. She put on light make up, just black eyeliner, a bit of dark plum eye-shadow and a deep red lip gloss. She slips on her black pumps and walk to her closet to retrieve a black clutch. She put in her phone and a bottle of lip gloss.

She turns around to put on my favourite perfume, just in time when the intercom rings to let her know I’ve arrived. Mina takes the elevator downstairs. I smile as I see her, taking her in my arms and kissing her cheek softly. I look completely dashing in that black suit and a tie matching the colour of her dress. My lips are at her ears now and I lick her ear lobe and say ” you look absolutely mouth-watering.” Mina shivers from my words and takes a step back, trying to compose herself. I lead her to the car and open the door for her. I know how much my gentlemanly ways turn her on. She slips into the passenger seat and buckles herself in. I walk towards the other side of the car, looking into her eyes the entire time. I sit down and start the car and we head over to the Opera House. I place my right hand right above her left knee, just holding her there. Mina looks at me with a panicked expression in her eyes. I don’t take my eyes off the road but She sees that cheeky grin form on my face.

I give her knee a squeeze and say ” I’m not going to do anything…” She relaxs visibly until I add a ” yet ” and her guard is up again. I let out a little chuckle as I say ” I’m not the one who challenged me. You lost; you’ve got to face the consequences.” She gives me a curt nod and tries to take her mind off the things I could do to her. Some making her shake with fear, others shiver in delight. The rest of the car ride is uneventful. We drive slowly, listening to soothing classical music. We pull into the Opera house but I decide to park myself. She looks at me with fear. I always go for the valet service. I look out of the corners of my eyes and say ” Don’t worry my pet,” and I park the car. She makes a move to get out of the car when I stop her. ” I’ve got something for you to do,” I say as I look into her eyes. Mina nods towards me, knowing that she could never deny me anything.

” Quietly, take off your panties and give them to me.” She stares widely at me. ” What?’ She screams out loud.

I roll my eyes and repeat myself, ” Panties off, now.” She shakes her head furiously and refuses to do something so demeaning. I look into her eyes, my glare hardening, ” there’s no point in arguing,” I say with my jaw clenched, ” Mina, NOW.” She quickly takes her panties off and give them to me, opening the door almost immediately and stepping out. I lock the car and She sees me stuffing the fabric of her panties into my jacket pocket. I give he my hand and she takes it. We enter the auditorium and take our seats.

The show starts to play and I don’t do anything except take her hand in mine and stroke the skin with my thumb. She starts to think that this will be one of those nights we have a nice time together and we go back home to just cuddle and relax. She knew better. After half an hour into the show I let go of her hand and take my suit jacket off. I shrug out of it and keep it on her lap. She looks at me with a questioning expression and I whisper ” you’ll understand in due time.”

After another 30 minutes into the show I place my hand back on her knee giving it a squeeze every two seconds. She relaxes, thinking I’m doing just what I did in the car but then my words spring back into her mind, ” I won’t do anything …yet.” I start raising my hand up, massaging the skin of her thighs through the silk fabric of the dress.