Maid in Heaven
After fifteen years of marriage our life and sex life had become humdrum so when we were invited to a fancy-dress party we said why not. Although we had gone to plenty of parties before, we had never been to a fancy-dress party. What to go as though? We went off to local costume party suppliers and began to look through the rails of hanging costumes. I was lost for choice and in the end my wife suggested the convict's outfit. To my surprise she picked out a maid's costume, which was very short and revealing, totally in contrast to her conservative nature.
The night of the party came around and we donned our costumes. She told me she had put on the black frilly panties I had bought for her a couple of years before, after only wearing them two or three times for me. She must have seen the shocked look on my face because she said "Don't worry, I have sewn up the split crotch and I am wearing another pair of panties under my tights."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed and she opened her legs to show me. Even though I knew she had panties on, her tights over them, and the crotch less panties on top of them, seeing her with her legs open was a very erotic sight.
Open your legs a little more" I asked, not really expecting her to.
She did as I asked, and I stared at the sight before me. I could see the crotch opening which she had hastily sewn up, the stiches being spaced widely apart and not very secure. The thought of the stiches parting was enough to give me an immediate boner which was very apparent through my convict's outfit.
"Don't even think about it, we have a party to go to".
Luckily my hard on had gone down before the taxi arrived.
As soon as we arrived, she attracted admiring glances from plenty of the men there. Not surprising as her black satin outfit was set off by her long blond hair and hourglass figure completed with black stiletto heels.
The night pressed on, a warm balmy evening following the warm day. Alcohol was downed liberally and everyone was enjoying themselves. The admiring glances continued and my wife encouraged them by occasionally stretching across or bending slightly over tables to show off her frilly knickers a little.
Late into the night we sat on a bench outside towards the back of the property away from the glare of the house lights having a cool drink each, me with a beer and her with a vodka. I jokingly chided her about showing off her knickers in a coquettish way.
"Don't you like it? Are you a little jealous?"
"Not at all" replied, I find it rather arousing".
With that she swung one of her legs over the bench straddling it and facing me open legged. "This is yours and only yours darling, it always has been and it always will be".
"I never doubted it my love" I said, "although I have to say I have been getting a big kick out of seeing you tease some of the men here."
Although it was quite dark where we were, she was facing the lights of the house and I could see her quite clearly. I could see some of the threads of her earlier stitching was coming loose. I pointed it out to her that she might end up showing off more than she intended.
"More than intended huh? How do you know how much I intend?"
She reached slowly between her legs and with her long red painted nails began to unpick the sewing stitch by stitch. Her pink panties were showing through the now exposed gap. Pinching together the nylon gusset of her pantyhose she poked a hole through with the fore finger of her other hand. I moved forward to touch her but she held up a hand to stop me. She put a couple of fingers from each hand into the hole to tear a gap in her pantyhose.
Her panties were on full display. I had a boner on again!
I saw a friend of mine approaching from the house with drinks in hand. I knew he seriously fancied my wife, and so did she. She put both feet on the same side of the bench with her feet together so she wasn't on display anymore.
"Change places with me" she told me.
