Author's note:
This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.
Additionally, this series will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the into, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Thanks to my amazing editor ResqJack!
Topics: oral, anal, BDSM, MF
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The first few years of marriage, my wife and I had a pretty good sex life. Then came kids and life and things went downhill. Just to be clear, we both still loved each other, and when we had the time and energy, were best of friends, but sex was almost non-existent. It was evidenced by the small things like the fact that she stopped trying to wear anything that I found sexy. Every time I tried to plan or have time for us together, it was rebuffed. It was getting to the point where I was pulling away emotionally, due to frustration, which in turn made her pull away even more physically. We were headed down a vicious spiral.
Halfway through our tenth year of marriage, I decided that a change was needed. We couldn't go on this way. I was folding laundry one Saturday when I realized that every pair of her underwear that I was folding was granny panties. It made me depressed, thinking about the times when she wore lace and thongs daily because she knew that I liked it, and sent me pictures every morning of what she had put on. I knew that her drawer full of fun panties had basically sat untouched in at least a year. I looked down at the pile of full coverage, unappealing, black cotton and had an idea. I finished folding the laundry and took our clothing to our room. I put away almost everything, leaving out only her underwear. I pulled everything out of her underwear drawer and started sorting through them. I made two piles, one I wanted to see her in and one I didn't. The first consisted of the lace, the sheer, and the thongs, with the other pile getting everything else. The first pile went back into the drawer while the second got put in a bag and hid away.
The next morning, I made a point of being in the room when she got out of the shower. I watched as, still wrapped in a towel, she searched through her panty drawer, looking for something to wear.
"I thought that I just did laundry," she mumbled, finally pulling something out.
"What was that?" I asked, not having heard her clearly.
"Oh, nothing," she replied, finally taking off her towel.
I got a nice view of her breasts, which even after kids, were still nice and full, though they had more sway now than when we got married. I watched as she pulled up the dark blue lace panties and smiled at the way they contrasted her pale skin.
"Looking good, love," I said, clearly happy with what I was seeing.
"Thanks. I just don't have any regular underwear clean," she said almost with a grimace.
I debated just calling it off and telling her what I did but decided against it. I wanted to see how this would go. We went about our day, but I noticed that she seemed more open to touches throughout the day. I didn't know if it was due to the underwear, my compliment, or just me being more attentive to her, but it was positive no matter what. I made a point of distracting her every time she went to do laundry and the following morning before work, a similar scene played out.
"Damn it, I forgot to do laundry," she complained, pulling out another lace pair, this time black lace boyshorts.
"I don't mind," I said with a laugh. "Those look really good on you. Really, really good."
"Thanks," she said, blushing a bit as she finished getting dressed.
Our goodbye kiss before we left for work was slightly less perfunctory than it had been in a while. I was distracted the entire morning at work thinking about how good the black lace had looked stretched across her delightful ass. I had to force myself to finally focus during the afternoon when I had to deal with multiple urgent projects all at once and didn't end up getting home until late. By the time I finally made it home, everyone was asleep. I ate dinner, did some basic clean-up, and noticed that she had done some laundry. Not willing to give up just yet, I made sure to disappear the last couple of pairs of unwanted underwear before folding the rest of the laundry.
In the morning, having had such a late night, I slept in, only waking after everyone else had left for the day. I sent my wife a message, thanking her for letting me sleep in.
"No problem. The kids were good," she replied.
"I'm just sorry I missed the show this morning."
"Weirdo."
"Which ones did you pick today?"
"Sometimes I don't know why I put up with you," she responded. A moment later a follow-up message appeared. "Pink lace."
"Which ones? You have a couple."
No response came, and I was afraid that I had pushed too far. I started getting ready for my day, which was planned to be working from home. While I was making my coffee, my phone buzzed. Opening the message, I saw a picture of my wife in one of the bathroom stalls at her office, with her skirt pulled off, showing off the hot pink lace of her panties. I was instantly hard. This was the type of behavior that hadn't existed in our marriage in a couple of years.
"You look so hot!" I replied. "I bet it looks even better from behind."
A moment later another picture arrived. It was everything that I could have hoped for. There was a bit of pink lace visible at the top of her ass where the back of the thong slipped between her cheeks, which were on beautiful display. I sent back giant heart emojis. It was her day to work late, and I had the kids in bed by the time she got home.
"I'm wiped," she said as soon as she walked in the door.
