The sun was directly overhead when Fran drove the car into their garage and turned off the motor. She used the control to close the garage door before stepping out of the car. Standing up straight, she removed the jacket she had worn over her new teddy on the drive home. A cool breeze was blowing gently through the lower part of the house and Fran's skin raised in goose bumps.
"Or is it just my lust giving me these bumps?" she asked herself.
Grinning she headed into the house where she noticed the rose petals strewn in front of the door and leading up the stairs.
"Hello love. I'm home." She called up the stairs, her pulse racing with excitement as it always did when neared her true love.
"Up here my sex goddess." Ian replied adding, "I hope you only have on the teddy?"
She giggled and called out "You'll see." She then ascended the steps two at a time as she rushed to him.
She saw the petals led to their bedroom door, and so followed them in. Her blue eyes took in the whole room. Ian had candles and incense burning. The flames of the candles cast flickering shadows like tongues on the walls. Her favourite singer was crooning a blues number softly in the background. There was champagne chilling in the ice bucket with two glasses nearby. And there, in the centre of the bed, naked as a blue jay and with his cock standing to attention was her husband Ian.
"Welcome home love. Oh my God, that teddy makes you look even more desirable. I didn't think that was possible. Come to me my sex Goddess." He said holding his arms out to her.
Fran climbed onto the bed and into his arms. Their mouths met in a long passionate kiss. Their tongues twisted around each other. Fran sucked on Ian's tongue as her fingers grazed the skin of his back and shoulders.
Ian bent his head to kiss his way down her neck towards her glorious mounds, who threatened to spill out over the top of the teddy. Pushing the teddy down to expose her breasts, his lips found one nipple as his fingers found the other. Teasing and gently tweaking them to hardness, he caused Fran to emit a gasp of delight. He pulled his head back a little to admire her breasts, not for the first time. He loved to look upon his lady. And he loved that this sexy lady was his and his alone.
Impatient for more, Fran pushed his head back to her breasts.
Ian lifted his head once more.
"Slowly dear. We have hours before the rugrats are home." He said with a smile.
"Oh God." She said. "You are in one of your teasing moods aren't you?"
Sitting up grinning, his reply was to reach for the champagne and pour two glasses. He handed her one which she put on the bedside table and as she was turning around she felt her breast being immersed into the cold champagne.
"Oh my God!!!" She gasped as the feeling of the bubbles bursting against her flesh over took the coldness of it. Ian laughed and brought his glass to the other and immersed it. He then took too licking them clean for her. Ian laid her back against the pillows and poured a trickle of champagne from the valley between her breasts across her stomach where a little pool formed in her navel and then on down to the little patch of red pubic hair she kept at the top of her pussy. She squirmed under the coldness of it causing the pool in her navel to spill over.