Sometimes my wife Sonja and I feel so naughty after some of our extra-marital adventures and maybe just a little guilty and embarrassed. We thought perhaps we should come up with a way to off-set that guilt and come up with a ritual to help us to return to our normal or vanilla husband and wife relationship which we do both cherish.
We started trying to come up with an image of how normal married couples are supposed to act, like in some of the old 1950s sitcom or some old black and white movies from the 1940s. We both laughed at the cliché of the perfect 1950s housewife, baking a batch of cookies in her frilly apron and the clueless husband sitting in an arm chair smoking a pipe and doing whatever they did back then.
We watched some old movies and TV shows to see how to dress to play out our fantasy just to help us get into character and we started checking out some vintage clothing websites when found a number of period style dresses that we both liked. One dress made a reference to the dress from the movie The Summer of 42. The movie images and the whole older women and younger man taboo subplot sealed the deal and had us both making up other role playing ideas and getting turned on before we even hit the buy button.
My wife foolishly raised the issue of what to wear underneath the dress. I did not hesitated to offer up the idea of some Betty Page style lingerie in the form of a black garter belt, black sheer nylon stockings and black stilettos. She offered up some token resistance to the idea just to tease me and to pull my chain before picking out an outfit that made me hard just thinking about it on her.
We spent more than an hour looking at various vintage lingerie sites and buying a number of different sets of sexy items including a couple of corsets, you know we had to buy enough stuff to get the free shipping, right?
For me, my wife picked out a baggie pin stripe suit with a gray Bogie style fedora hat. She also spent a lot of time contemplating a James Bond tuxedo which she abandoned after I asked which Bond girl she would be. She spent a lot of time picking out my silk boxers and looking at various assortments of thongs while lingering much too long on the male models in the ad offering up a detailed critique of how well they filled out the merchandise.
In the days prior to our performance we had gone through a number of bottles of wine and teasing sessions to come up with a loose script on how this scene should play out. The original objective of the process was to try and act like a normal married couple but for some reason the planning always ended up as some kinky sexual fantasy. In the end we made up a catch phrase "keep it vanilla" and agreed we would try and stick to the script.
When our new outfits arrived we had almost as much fun dressing each other and getting into character as we did playing the role. I left the house took a short 15 minute drive around the neighborhood and gave Sonja time to get into character and to make her preparations.
When I returned home I parked in the driveway and came in through the front door instead of the garage like I normally did just to deviate from my normal entrance.
I opened the door with, "Lucy I'm home." just to add a little humor to my performance.
My lovely wife pranced up to me just inside the doorway greeted me with her girlish smile and a tender kiss, "Welcome home my husband" she exclaimed while she wrapped her arms around my legs and begged me to pick her up and spin her around the room, as I did I replied "good to be home my loving wife"
She was wearing the fifties style dress we had bought with a lace collar and an attached belt cinching it on her waist. My lovely wife now in her late forties still had an hourglass figure very much like that of decades past, and the vintage era dress complimented it. The dress had buttons down the front, puffed up short sleeves and came down to below her knees ending in a lace hem. She accented the dress with a pearl necklace and black three inch heels.
Her long black hair was now all puffed up with lots of hair spray to hold it in place, and her make-up was just a shade too heavy accenting her red lips and sparkling green eyes. She was a goddess and an incredibly sexy woman in any decade.
She removed my fedora and placed it on a small table in the foray. After she noticed I was looking at myself in the hallway mirror instead of her. She gave me a slightly disapproving look and then slowly headed into the living area with hips swaying from side to side making sure I gave her my full attention.
"Are you ready to feed your hungry man" I asked. That sounded like a great opening line and one that any man of that decade would ask.
"Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes" she replied.
She served me a beer and we sat down, waiting for the chicken she was cooking to be done.
At the appropriate time we transitioned over to the dining room where she proceeded to load up the dinner table she had already set with the exquisite meal she had prepared just for this occasion.
She flittered around the room gliding back and forth between the stove and the dinner table sometimes dancing like she was in some Broadway musical. I enjoyed the theatrics almost as much as she did. She even sang or hummed to make it more theatrical stopping intermittently to caress my cheek and give me a little peck on the cheek to make sure she had my full attention and was playing my part.
We ate while exchanging some light hearted small talk and then occasionally some playfully touching and teasing of each other with sultry looks and sexual innuendos.
After dinner we retired to the living room couch, she had a glass of wine and I poured myself a double shot of bourbon.
We both tried to set there and keep our hands off each other to simply talk and act like two people with no sexual interest or desire for the other.
Midway through the second round of drinks the sexual tension was growing. We both were leaning closer towards each other as we flirted with both of us using our verbal and visual foreplay trying to be subtle in our mutual seduction trying to see just how long the other could hold out.
The lust and desire was growing more powerful inside both of us wanting to tear off our clothes and start clawing at each other like wild beasts in the jungle.
At one point, Sonja slipped her foot along the side of my calf and stroked it for a moment. She was shifting and squirming in her seat, crossing her leg over her knee and letting her shoe dangle off her foot she looked so fucking hot. Her sexuality was screaming at me, making my skin glow hot, my pulse was racing, and my cock was growing painfully hard. She then took my hand into one of hers and held it awhile her other hand rested on my thigh.
As I set my drink down she turned to face me and I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her for a long time. I made sure to start softly and sensually by lightly licking her lips as I kissed her before becoming more urgent with my tongue against the corner of her mouth while I caressed her face. Then I started kissing her hard...very hard...as I started running my hands through her hair. I would occasionally grip her head as I kissed her. She immediately started getting aroused and she started softly whimpering as I finished the kiss.
I looked steadily into Sonja's emerald green eyes for several seconds before allowing my gaze to travel down her features, down her neck to the full heaving mass of her majestic bosom. This was a sight that would take any man's breath away, watching her breasts rise and fall rapidly, just the sight of her body sent powerful thrills throughout my body.
She leaned over and wrapped herself around me for a passionate kiss, at the end of which, Mr. Happy was straining to bust out of my baggie trousers. She promptly unzipped me and I stared into her face as she released my cock from my pants. Her left hand with her gold wedding ring shimmering she firmly held my shaft while she played between her own legs gathering a bit of wetness that was slowing beginning to signal her excitement.
With the tips of her shiny fingers, she began 'the swirl'. Ever so lightly circling the tip of my cock, it was a torturous tease ...like water torture. Slow and deliberate. Her fingertip went around and around hypnotizing my cock. I actually held my breath when she paused to gather lube from her pussy, again with the delicious circles. I was determined not to cum yet, but her skills were causing my body betray me.
