God, he was getting really horny. Laura had obviously been planning this for a couple of days. The dinner had been delicious, the wine expensive and fruity and Laura herself looked magnificent. Gone were the jeans and slightly grubby t-shirt and, in their place, was a burgundy bustier top and a fitted black satin skirt. She was wearing high-heels and there were seams running up the back of her calves – Oh God he hoped she was wearing stockings.
The children were all in bed and asleep and now Laura seemed to be leading him to their bedroom – but hopefully not to sleep. She sashayed in front of him, her rounded arse and hips wiggling delightfully just in front of his face as they went up the stairs. With every step the split in the back of her skirt parted and showed, oh glorious sight, a glimpse of bare flesh visible over the tight top of a black stocking.
He could feel his cock swelling already, straining against the zip of his trousers. By the time he got to the bedroom Laura was already artfully lying on the bed, displaying herself like a page three girl, her skirt on the floor, her legs apart, her breasts spilling over the tight top of the corset top.
Steve took one look at her flushed face and dark, swollen lips, slightly apart with anticipation. He had no idea how much alcohol she had drunk in order to get herself this excited, or what kind of 'adult' novel she had been reading in the bath and, to be honest, he really didn't care. For the first time in weeks he was going to have sex.
He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.
For the first time in months he wasn't the one initiating the sex.
He unbuttoned the shirt, pushed it off and started unzipping his trousers.
For the first time in, possibly, years they were both dressed nicely, slightly drunk and prepared to make an effort, not do their usual perfunctory shag still wearing bits of their nightwear.
Dressed like that, sprawled provocatively on the bed, she reminded him of the hot, sexy woman he first went out with instead of the bedraggled, weary, frumpy mother of his children.
He stepped forward wearing only his underpants, his cock clearly visible hard and excited through the thin fabric. Laura leaned forward and pulled them down, freeing his throbbing erection and softly started stroking the smooth, fine skin. Lowering her head she took the tip into her hot, wet mouth. All he could feel was the silkiness of her lips, the slight coarseness of her tongue rippling against him and the growing pressure in his balls.
He stopped her before he came and pushed her back onto the bed. Her glossy hair was dishevelled now, her breasts almost escaping the constraints of the corset and her panties obviously damp. She looked like an abandoned slut, like his image of her when he masturbated. He climbed on top of her, feeling the slippery fabric of her knickers caress his swollen cock and the dampness of her juices wetting his throbbing balls.
He bit her neck, God she smelt fantastic. Sucked her nipples, she tasted amazing. Slid his finger under the elastic of her panties and inside her cunt, feeling it clutch at him, all tight and burning hot. The slick wetness of her pussy easing his way in.
She moaned with pleasure as she felt his fingers enter her one by one. She'd been reading soft porn all afternoon, walking around in her slutty underwear, posing for him like that. She loved how sexy she felt and revelled in her husbands obvious admiration, pleasure and arousal.
She squirmed away as he pulled her knickers off and tried to lick her pussy, she didn't want that – far too intimate and personal. She wanted hard, passionate, animalistic sex. She wanted to be fucked. As she rolled out from under him she turned onto her belly and pulled her knees up so that she was on her hands and knees, presenting herself to him, open, eager, inviting. Her cunt glistening and pink.
