Fed by the NFL gang-2

By Thursday, I was so worked up I couldn’t concentrate on my job or anything else.

Finally Friday rolled around. We had taken the day off. We spent the morning selecting things to pack.

“Maybe I should try them on for you, darling.” For the next two hours she tried on various combinations of bras, garter belts, bustiers, nylon stockings, skirts and tops, along with at least a dozen pairs of shoes. Next she tried on sexy costumes we had acquired from special catalogues. One was a French maid outfit, very frilly in black with white lace. Another was a schoolgirl dress and blouse, with white stockings with little bows at the top. We took both. The stripper dress we selected was long, red, and satiny, with a zipper back, beaded front, and gloves to match.

The trip passed uneventfully. The anticipation created a sexual tension that permeated the air. Eve remained unusually quiet. I hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts. We arrived on time and were greeted warmly by Jamal.

“Tom, Eve! Great to see you. How’s our little honey?” Eve gave him a big kiss and a smile.