The Dress 17

She shivered with excitement. J was due home any minute, and he had no idea what was waiting for him. M had gotten home early, taking time to shower and shave so her body was perfectly smooth for him. Her body craved his touch, and she sighed repeatedly in the shower as she ran her hands up and down her breasts and stomach. She was aching in desire.

He had no idea what was waiting for him, but she was sure his cock would grow ten sizes when he saw her wearing the dress that sealed the deal so many years ago. It was a typical dress for a college dance, a halter top with a dropped skirt, exposed cleavage, and a bare back. M remembered the way he looked at her for the first time in that dress: pure lust and a sense of impatience. His hands were all over her that night, brushing against her breasts as they danced, fingering her in a dark corner, his mouth on hers so her moans and screams were inaudible as he made her cum over and over again. It took everything in her power not to drop to her knees and suck his cock in the middle of the dance floor. When they did finally get back to his room, she was on her knees in seconds, sucking his cock until he came hard. She followed this with climbing onto his bed and spreading her legs, wet with desire, so they could fuck countless times that night. And she never took that dress off.

But that was over ten years ago. Now, they were married and living a typical suburban life of a couple with strong sexual chemistry and no kids yet to bother them. It had been a particularly stressful time for J at work, and she knew he was in need of a little relief and excitement.

M checked around the house one more time. She had lit candles and made sure everything was spotless. She didn't want a single distraction from her in the dress. Despite the passage of time, the dress still fit perfectly. Her breasts filled the top, just short of spilling out. The skirt fell just above her muscular legs, and the back revealed her perfectly shaped, smooth shoulders and back. The only difference from ten years prior was the addition of thigh highs: his other favorite turn on. And this time, no underwear to get in the way.

She heard the door start to unlock and she went to the front hall to greet him.

"Hi handsome."

To say his jaw dropped would be putting it lightly. J felt his cock grow to its largest size in mere seconds. His wife always knew how to please him, but this time she was unbelievable.

"The dress" he muttered. M took his bag, threw it to the side, and slid her arms around his neck, wrapping one leg around him to pull him into the house. J picked her up and kicked the door closed behind her. They hadn't kissed yet, just looked at each other and giggled.

"You are so naughty." He said.

"No, I'm just unbelievably hot for you." J carried her into their bedroom and threw her onto their bed. Fucking in their king size bed was already a drastic improvement from the dorm room bed 10 years ago.

"This time, that dress is coming off." J untied the top and slipped the dress down her body, unveiling every one of his favorite parts of her body. He loved how round her breasts were, how flat her stomach was, and how the roundness of her ass peaked out when she laid down for him.

Finally having her naked, he kissed her from head to toe, whispering "I love this part... and this part... oh these nipples are hard for me, aren't they..." M felt herself growing steadily wetter as J ground his cock into her pussy, teasing her with his hardness.

When he got down to her pussy, he continued to kiss between her legs, smelling how badly she wanted him and how wet she had been all day, planning this surprise for him. He finally put his lips on her pussy lips, first breathing into her wetness, followed by nibbling her clit and spreading her open with his tongue. M gasped. She knew J loved going down on her, but today he seemed especially motivated to bring her pleasure. J continued to lick and suck, and this time M didn't need to keep her voice quiet lest nosy roommates heard them. This time, M moaned and screamed his name as she came closer and closer to coming entirely apart.

But just before she found her orgasm, she sat up and said, "this is your surprise. Take your clothes off. Now." J needed no more coaxing, he ripped his shirt and pants off - his tie and jacket were already on the floor by the door. He struggled to get his boxers off from around his engorged cock, but finally it sprung free and he climbed back into the bed.

"I'm going to ride you now. And I'm going to ride you slowly so you can enjoy the view." J groaned, she loved teasing him like this. M straddled his waist and slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Always a perfect fit" she sighed, as she leaned forward briefly to run her tits against his chest and kiss him. Then, she sat back up, her hands pressed into his chest, her tits bouncing with every thrust. She threw her head back, feeling his cock stroke every inch inside her. He brought his finger to her clit and teased her right back to the edge of orgasm. He smiled, because he knew she lost control of her words when she was this close.

"Oh J, fuck me, fill my pussy. I love you. I want you. Make me cum. Your cock feels so big and strong inside me..." her words alone brought him to the point of cumming, so he wrapped his arms around her and got ready to have the most explosive orgasm he could imagine.

M threw her head back again, this time followed by leaning into his body and kissing his neck, screaming "fuuuuuck im cumming." His cock started to spray his cum deep inside her as they came together. They laid there, their sweat mingling and and his cum dripping out of her spent pussy. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Shower and take out?"

"Only if you put that dress back on for when our food comes. I want to show you off just a little bit before I take you again." M's body shuddered and she leaned into him for warmth. It was going to be a wonderful rest of the evening.