The Straying Wife

She stood before him on knees that suddenly felt weak and wobbly, breathlessly waiting for his command. When it came, his voice was deceptively quiet, calm, but also carried a note of authority that made her quiver. "It's time," he said simply. "Please begin."

Taking a step forward, she glanced down long enough to see a glint of light emanating from her ring finger. The sparkle from her diamond wedding band gave her pause, reminding her of what she was doing, giving her one last chance to change her mind and flee. A warning she almost heeded.

Instead she searched his face for clues, finding his eyes fixed on her, his mouth wearing a thin smile, his expression that of a man gazing at the most beautiful woman on earth. She almost melted right then and there. Any doubt she had felt a moment earlier vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced with a sense of excitement that made her heart flutter in her chest. She knew with certainty at that moment that there was no turning back, that before the day was over he would take her. And that last thought, the thought of another man inside of her literally made her wet with anticipation.

Never taking her eyes off him, she took a step forward, then stopped, suddenly filled with insecurity. "Please begin," he repeated. "But," she said shyly as she looked away, "I...I've never done a striptease for a man before. " What if you don't find me attractive? What if you don't like my body?"

The notion almost made him laugh aloud. Where she saw perceived flaws, he saw only perfection. True, he'd never seen her naked but he didn't need to. He'd studied her body for so long, and he'd done so with the intensity of a student cramming for an exam, imagining every detail of every curve. Whether it be the slice of her chest revealed by a vee neck top, the tempting view of her hips in slacks or a skirt, or his favorite...her very ample breasts that always seemed to be straining at her tops, he knew what delights lay beneath her clothes. His smile widened, giving her the assurance she needed. "Baby Doll?" he asked, then reached up and flicked the lamp off before continuing. "Undress for me my seductress...strip for me"

"Yes sir" she said softly...

With the lamp turned off, the light in the room changed to a dim, muted gray, reflecting the overcast sky outside, bathing the woman in an ethereal glow. As she stood there nervously, unsure of where to begin, he studied her carefully. Though fully clothed, her presence already had him aroused. Perhaps that was because he knew she wouldn't remain clothed for long. Or perhaps it was something entirely different. He was a man of patience, one who enjoyed the anticipation, imagining and savoring every moment...every touch...every taste. And she gave him much to savor.

She was dressed in a leather skirt the color of warm honey, a slitted skirt that was cut just above her knees. Not modest by any means, but not too revealing either. More revealing were the generous slits that offered him a healthy view of her hips and a little extra...a glimpse of the top band of her stockings, a glimpse that was more than enough to stir his imagination. A soft nude color, the shimmering hose raced down her legs, disappearing into strappy pumps on her feet. His mind wandered at the sight, painting a picture of her lying before him with her thighs opened, wearing nothing but stockings and heels. A preview perhaps of what would soon be more than a mental image...

Moving his gaze upward, he feasted his eyes on the ivory colored blouse that hid...for now at least, her generous curves. He was instantly struck at the contrast of her body. Diminutive in stature, she was an amalgam...petite from the waist down, voluptuous from the waist up. It was a combination he loved. A generation ago she might have been described as full figured, buxom. To him though, the adjective wasn't important. She was simply busty, curvy...her entire body filled with ample and alluring curves.

Adding to her allure, the top couple buttons of her blouse were opened, giving him the tiniest peek of her chest. A view that would have been more revealing if not for the silk obi that adorned her neck. It's trailing edge lay in the center of her chest, hiding the uppermost reaches of her cleavage. He swallowed hard at the sight of her, then took a healthy sip of wine and settled back in the corner of the couch, more than eager for the show to begin.

Her cheeks grew flush when she began by gliding her hand slowly and deliberately over the pronounced swell of her breasts, letting him think she would start with her blouse. She didn't. Instead, after a long pause she moved her hand lower, sweeping her palm over the rounded shape of her stomach, tracing the waistline of her skirt from side to side, and finally dipping her fingertips beneath. She quickly found the small clasp of her skirt and deftly slid it open...

A flash of self consciousness engulfed her when she unclasped her skirt, and for a moment she stood frozen, clutching it...afraid to let it go. Finally, she loosened her grip and let the garment drop. The moment it did her embarrassment was washed away, replaced by a rush of exhilaration she hadn't felt in years.

The skirt fell silently to the floor, puddled at her ankles. She stepped out of it and took a step forward...a step closer to the man intently watching her. The man who would soon take her...

The tapered front of her blouse hung down, hiding her panties. He followed the bottom edge with his eyes as it rode up her hips, revealing the lace band of her stockings. It circled her thighs, then disappeared beneath her blouse.

His eyes were glued to her, savoring the sight of her body, watching her every movement. Though he said nothing, his eyes, the intent look on his face told her exactly what he wanted as though he was speaking directly into her ear. She heeded his silent command and found the bottom button of her blouse and opened it, then moved up to the next one.

Closing her eyes, she began swaying subtly to the right, then the left, gyrating seductively as though keeping beat to a silent rhythm, revealing her body to him the way she knew he wanted her to... slowly, button by button. As she did, his eyes glazed over with desire when he saw her lace trimmed panties...a patch of her thick but taut stomach...the bottom edge of her bra, the generous cups filled to a pleasing full roundness.

She continued, slipping another button open, and another. A glimpse of her cleavage appeared, impossibly deep and tight, before disappearing maddeningly beneath her scarf. A groan of desire escaped his lips at the sight. Her hands moved higher, freeing the remaining buttons. He sat with bated breath as she slowly drew the opposing sides of her blouse open, then slid it off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

Now wearing only her panties and bra...and of course the paper thin obi, she took another step closer, and when she did he nearly reached out and grabbed her right then and there. His already swollen member grew even larger, thicker, harder. "Ohhh Baby Doll" he said, "I like."

Well aware of his desire, she responded with a demure smile, and for a brief moment she became a bashful little girl seeking his approval. A little girl perhaps, but one with the ripe body of a mature woman. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the little girl persona disappeared. What replaced it was even more compelling.

Right before his very eyes a vixen emerged, a seductress, a woman who wanted a man to admire her, wanted to be lusted after, a woman aching to be taken by another man. She now stood before him without an ounce of embarrassment, swaying gently for him, thrusting her chest out for him, proudly displaying her magnificent body for him...all for him, for his enjoyment.

She closed her eyes, revealing deep blue eye shadow...bit playfully at her lip, glistening with shimmering soft pink lipstick, then moved her hands to her chest. Knowing how much he loved her abundant curves, she gave him a preview of what he would soon see by tracing the cleavage that separated her breasts, drawing her finger up and down the deep cleft with a deliberate slowness, trailing the scalloped neckline of her bra just as slowly, then gently skimming her hands over the full, satin cups, lingering in the center where an image of her nipples, swollen and hard, pressed against the material.

Her seductive movements were met with a sudden deep, masculine groan of approval that belied the calm look on his face. If there had been any doubt in her mind, his reaction eliminated it once and for all. She knew what a powerful effect she was having on him, and she loved it.

Without uttering a word, he had done what she longed for, what her husband refused, or was incapable of doing. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, sexy, seductive...desirable. Spurred on by his approval, her excitement grew in tandem with his. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink with desire, her nipples grew as hard as they'd ever been. Then, a delicious tingling sensation arose from within her and coursed through her body, making her thighs grow warm. And between those warm thighs, her long neglected pussy began to twitch and tingle...

She pirouetted like a ballerina for him, spinning around slowly once, twice, then stopped with her back to him. Looking for all the world like a practiced stripper instead of a housewife, she reached behind and found the broad strap of her bra, making sure he was watching. He was indeed... his eyes were glued to her.

Breathing hard with excitement and growing wetter by the second, she undid each clasp with deliberate slowness. When the last one was unclasped and the straps dangled freely, she held the pose for a long moment so he could admire her bare back...and whet his appetite for her next move. Finally she turned to face him once again. Moving her hands to her chest, she held her bra in place for as long as she could before slipping the straps from her shoulders. About to reveal her breasts to him for the first time, she made it enticingly special by pulling the cups down slowly...baring herself incrementally.

What she did next raised his anticipation to a feverish peak. Unknotting the obi around her neck, she freed the scarf at the exact moment she pulled her bra off and tossed it in his direction. While he absently fingered the still warm cups that lay in his lap, she quickly covered herself with the scarf.

If her intent was to drive him wild, she succeeded handily. For the next several minutes she teased him...tempted him by dangling the scarf in front of her chest like a matador luring a bull. Then, as if that wasn't enough to whet his appetite, she drew the silky fabric tightly to her breasts while pushing her chest out, revealing an opaque image punctuated by her barely concealed nipples...two mouth watering puckers that threatened to burst through the thin material. Then with a bold flourish, she pulled it free and tossed it aside.

For a fleeting moment her breasts were deliciously bare...but she wasn't quite done with her little show yet. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, feigning shyness, and placed her hands atop her breasts, deliberately placing her fingers so that a just a hint of her rosy pink nipples peeked out from between.

Holding her pose for what seemed an eternity, though in reality was just few seconds, she then slowly moved her hands away, drew her arms back and pushed her chest out, finally displaying her sumptuous breasts fully and shamelessly. And sumptuous they were.

Though well into her fifties, she had the breasts of a woman half her age. Deliciously large and beautifully shaped, they swept down her chest seemingly forever, stopping just above her waist. He gasped at the sight, groaning with lusty desire, taking in every inch, marveling not just at the size but at how impossibly firm they were.

Her plump pink nipples pointed straight ahead, aimed directly at him, taunting him with a silent message that said "go ahead, you know you want to touch and squeeze...you know you want to taste and nibble and bite. Go ahead my King...they're yours."

An impish smile came to his face with the realization that soon he would be doing all of those things, and more. Much more, because it wasn't just her nipples that were now his...

"Come here little girl" he said, while motioning her with his finger. She did as she was told, walking haltingly with her eyes cast downward to within inches from where he sat, then looked up at him expectantly as if awaiting his next order, which is exactly what she was doing. She was submissive by nature, eager to please, and over the years had practically begged her husband to take charge. But that was a dream she abandoned long ago. Now, her wish was finally coming true...but not with her husband.

Though her excitement had grown to a feverish pitch, it was once again mixed with trepidation. She knew full well that she had arrived at a crossroads, dangerously close to the point of no return. Ordinarily she would be home preparing dinner in her kitchen and awaiting her husband's return...and his perfunctory kiss.

Instead, she was standing nearly naked in front of another man... a man she barely knew, and yet trusted implicitly. She knew too that once she slipped out of her panties...or perhaps...and this thought made her tingle, perhaps when he snatched them away from her, the final barrier would be gone and she would cross the threshold. There would be no turning back.

She shivered suddenly at the thought of what would come next...giving herself to him...how he would take her...how he would fuck her. In the blink of an eye her mind was filled...swimming with image after image of him doing just that. So real, so vivid were her thoughts that she could almost feel him penetrating her...

Her impromptu daydream was suddenly interrupted by his touch. His hand skimmed over her shoulder, brushing wisps of her hair away, then the cleft of her neck...a moment later, that same hand was coursing down the outer side of her breast, cupping the side swell.

Her doubts were melting away with his touches, as was her resolve. She moaned softly when he trailed his fingertips around the areola of her nipple...pinched it lightly, then closed her eyes to the feel of his palm gliding across her stomach...tracing the waist band of her panties.

Her moans grew louder when he skimmed over the front of her panties, feeling her wetness...and when he began tracing the lips of her still hidden pussy, she mouthed an audible gasp...felt her knees begin to buckle. It was an intensely pleasurable moment, one filled with a silent but palpable sexual tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Neither spoke but the message was clear: every touch was bringing him closer to claiming his prize.

The sound of his voice shattered the silence, "It's time, young lady", he said in a husky whisper. But she was too distracted to hear him because while he said the words he was taking the liberty of dipping his fingers beneath the front of her panties, feeling the enticing warmth of her forbidden fruit for the first time. It was a place no man but hubby had seen, let alone touched since her marriage. Until now.

He repeated his request in a voice that was still kind and soothing. "Ooohhh...mmm" she murmured her response, lulled by the feel of his fingers gently probing her. Finally she found the words she was looking for. "No, I can't...I mustn...I shouldn't." Then in her quietest voice, her little girl voice, she pleaded, "will you um...will you take them off for me...Sir?"

Even before she uttered her request, he had already begun. Moving his hands to the swell of her hips, he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic and started tugging at her panties, guiding them down while she squirmed in delight.

When the first wisp of her neatly trimmed mound appeared, he paused long enough to brush his fingers through the silky soft hair, tracing the irregular shape of her feminine opening. A throaty moan filled with lust escaped her lips, and when she caught her breath, she asked in a soft dreamy voice, "what are you going to do to me, Sir?"

Swaying hypnotically in front of him with her eyes half closed, she waited for his response, but it never came. Without saying a word, he took her discarded bra that was sitting in his lap and stretched out the opposing ends of the straps. In a quick, fluid motion he reached behind her and placed the satiny item at the small of her back, then lassoed her as if he was roping a calf, pulling her sharply forward.

She shrieked in surprise, teetered valiantly before losing the battle...and her balance, and came tumbling down, giggling like a school girl, directly into his waiting hands and onto his lap. "Well hello there, little girl...I'm so glad you dropped by!" he said with an amused smile on his face. "Now what was it that you asked me...hmmm?"

She had plopped down so unexpectedly that she lay in a disheveled heap, arms and legs askew, her hair mussed, tossed about every which way...and her left breast wedged precariously close to his chin. Feeling completely helpless and vulnerable, she instinctively tried to untangle herself. But in doing so, she quickly learned in no uncertain terms that the man whose lap she was occupying was not like her husband.

Already sitting directly atop his bulging crotch, he quickly grabbed her wrists and held them tightly. With his other hand, he shoveled her legs up just below the knees, lifted her feet from the floor and placed them on the couch. Before she was even aware of what he was doing, he had positioned her to his liking...lying on her back, legs stretched out, head resting on the bolster of the sofa. A quite vulnerable position for a woman currently wearing only her panties.

She laid like that for a moment, stirring, then squirming, searching his eyes for clues, unsure of what to do...unsure of what he would do next. When she tried moving her arms, he tightened his grip on her wrists and drew her arms back, holding them securely and driving home the point that he was indeed a man unlike her husband.

He had captured her, and In that moment she knew that he, not she was firmly in control. Escape was not an option. That moment of realization that could have frightened her, could have filled her with apprehension, trepidation, instead had the opposite effect.

A shiver of excitement and anticipation raced through her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake...her heart was racing, beating madly. "Don't move your arms" he instructed her as he released her wrists.

Sensing that this was more than a suggestion, she obeyed him with a meek "yes sir," then laid perfectly still and as quiet as a church mouse. He took a sip of wine, then dipped his finger into the rich burgundy and covered her lip with it. He didn't have to tell her what to do next. He watched, pleased at the way her tongue delicately flicked and caressed her lip, giving him a wonderful hint of things to come.

He almost pulled his zipper down right then and there, eager to feel the tip of her tongue tracing the shaft of his cock, flicking, caressing...wrapping her lips tightly around it. He resisted the urge and instead traced her lip again with a fresh dab of wine, this time licking it away himself, then kissed her slowly...deeply...passionately. When he broke the kiss, she treated him to the sound of a soft, throaty moan. A sound he loved because it hinted at her desire...her need for more. It was a sound that would soon fill his ears in a deafening roar...

He turned his attention to her most formidable asset...and how could he not, he asked himself. In her current position, her splendid bare breasts were displayed prominently inches from his face. It was a part of her body that was impossible to ignore. And while he certainly didn't ignore it, he did choose restraint.