The room pulsed with the slow sensual tempo set by the Waifs CD playing in the stereo. Fran swayed to the music as she walked around the house, tidying as she went. Her thoughts were of her husband and soul mate as they so often were.
He was soo tired last night, poor darling. She thought to herself. I can't believe it was the first night we haven't made love in such a long time. God damn I am soo horny.
Ian had promised to get home on time tonight. Fran had decided to surprise him. The dining table was laid out for an intimate dinner. Candles stood in their holders waiting for her to light. She had a music selection set up in the CD player. And the smell of the Coq Au Vin, simmering on the stove, wafted thru the house.
She loved that their love making was always so sensual, so inventive and so stimulating. When they had first met and started dating, her family and friends thought it was sweet how they wanted to spend so much time together. They had expected it to slow down when they got married. But here it was three years since they had vowed their eternal love for each other and they were still as much in love and in lust with each other as they had been from the moment they had met. Every day she thanked the Lord that she had been stood up by Greg on the night they had met. They were meant to be together.
Walking up the stairs and into their bedroom, Fran eyed over the outfit she intended to wear. Both made of silk and in a deep burgundy, the top had clips up the front, easy to undo. The long wrap around skirt, sarong style, was held together with Velcro. She had asked her sister, the clothes designer, to make it for her.
Pat had laughed and said. "Okay, I will make it for you. But I don't wanna know what you have planned. I am so jealous of you having such a gorgeous husband who treats you like a goddess."
She planned on wearing nothing under the outfit. Except her favourite fragrance 'Dune'. Lucky we haven't started our family yet and my figure is still up to going braless. She hoped Ian would still find her as exciting when her breasts began to sag after the children they both wanted came along. Fran took off her jeans and shirt and walked with them into the bathroom. Depositing them in the laundry hamper, she turned the faucets on to run a bath. The smell of the bath oil as it mingled in the warm water invaded the bathroom. She lit a couple of candles and turned the light down low. Then removing her underwear, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her long red hair waved and shimmered around her shoulders and across her chest. Her nipples poked out from under it. She was glad Ian wasn't into skinny women like the models that filled the fashion magazines. He loved her curves and her D cup breasts always aroused him. She had been to the salon for a wax that morning. And when she returned she had trimmed the little patch of pubic hair she always left when she waxed. "My little strawberry patch, love," were Ian's words, she recalled.
Fran's hands went to her breasts as she traced the marks Ian had left on her in his lust. Love bites, hickeys, whatever they wanted to call them, they were her badge of Ian's love and she was proud to wear them. Proud to be his wife. Her fingertips grazed her nipples and they hardened under her touch. She gave them a gentle squeeze. She loved how Ian never neglected her breasts when they made love. It made her cum so much harder when he nipped them as she was about to orgasm. He knows all my erogenous spots and uses them all to satisfy me. She thought.
Pulling her hair up into a ponytail then twisting it under the band, she stepped into the bath and slowly immersed herself into the water. The sounds of Nora Jones' sultry voice drifted upstairs as she relaxed. Taking the washcloth, she washed herself all over. When she got to her nearly bald pussy, the cloth was set aside. Her fingertips glided over the bare skin. Crossing the fold that hid her clit, a shot of electricity coursed thru her body. She let her finger explore more. Sliding it between the lips, Fran pressed at her opening. Her pussy clenched as if it had a mind of its own.
She pushed the finger inside her, exploring the walls of her vagina. Trying to go as deeply as she could, she searched for her Gspot. Damn, Ian never has a problem finding it. As she got more aroused, Fran started to fuck herself with her finger. She pushed in her middle finger as well to join its mate. Her thumb was teasing her clit and Fran felt her orgasm building. Tweaking her nipple with her left hand, she stepped up the tempo before her body shuddered and rocked in an orgasm.
Fran relaxed back into the water, trying to regain her composure. She watched her juices floating thru the water. Glancing up at the clock, she noticed it was only a short time till Ian got home from work. Reaching forward, she pulled out the plug before standing up and drying herself off.
After applying her perfume, Fran walked into the bedroom to don her outfit. Once dressed, she returned to the bathroom to brush her hair and apply a little mascara and lip gloss. Then after checking her reflection, she turned and walked downstairs to wait for her one true love.
She walked over to the stereo and checked that the five CDs she had carefully selected were still set in random mode. She went to the dining room and carried the armless chair into the lounge, setting it in the middle of the room away from the couch and recliners. Fran then sat on the couch to wait.
It wasn't long before she heard Ian's car pull into the garage and she rushed to meet him at the door. Taking her in his arms, they kissed passionately.
"Oh God, you smell so good darling." Ian told her as he nuzzled into her hair. "Is this a new outfit?" He asked.
