Sandra couldn't wait to surprise her hubby, Ted. She'd been planning the entire thing for the better part of a week, and finally everything seemed to be coming together. She'd texted him earlier as he left work, hoping to get an idea of when he'd get home, explaining she'd be late again and for him not to wait up. As she slipped her herself into the sheer, form-hugging red teddy, Sandra took a last glance at her buxom shape in the bathroom mirror feeling truly sexy for the first time in as long as she could remember.
Her black locks, full and long lay down around her shoulders, swishing just above her ample breasts as she twirled in place. The heels she'd specially chosen for their "porn-star" height and shape lifted her calves and gave her round butt that extra little pop that she just knew drove Ted crazy. Her lacy thong arched up and around her hips, barely containing her bushy mound in front, hinting at the deliciousness she knew Ted loved to see. Her stockings and garter added a classy touch to the whole thing. Sandra'd even had her nails done to match the entire ensemble. The image of those glossy tips running up and down his smooth, toned chest and then down to his swollen, hanging manhood drove her crazy. She felt herself moistening and began to wonder if he'd even make it home before she had to give herself a quick bit of attention. Just thinking about Ted made Sandra ache to feel him inside her.
Focus. You're in charge tonight. He's going to do everything you say. He's your little pleasure slave for this one night, she told herself not quite believing it.
Sandra had never been an overtly sexual or dominant person. She was a school teacher for God's sakes! But she knew he wanted this, and she loved Ted dearly. They'd dated for years and had finally tied the knot a year earlier, but things had started to flag. She'd been busy with work and her libido had essentially dropped to zero. Ted had noticed.
He'd basically been begging for attention -- any attention -- for months now, though she'd never had to guts to go through with something like this. He'll be begging tonight, definitely, she added as she ducked quietly into the bedroom closet to wait for his return. She giggled at the childishness of the moment. Then, she heard the front door slam open and shut.
Her hubby entered the bedroom and Sandra felt her pulse begin to race, excited. Ted's buzz-cut hair generally seemed at odds with his manner and dress. An office professional by day, Ted was an avid tennis player by night and his skin was tanned a nice deep almond from the many sunny summer evenings he'd spent on the courts. His crisp blue eyes shifted around the room as he removed his dress shoes while loosening his tie. Standing in front of the very same mirror as Sandra only moments before, Ted unbuttoned his shirt exposing his shoulders and biceps, tight and corded from thousands of swings with a racket.
A surprising delight grew in Sandra. Ted, expecting her to be at work, had no idea he was being watched. Even with his rugged physique, he suddenly seemed completely vulnerable to her. Sandra made an impromptu decision to simply sit back and observe him; for a while, at least. She found it extremely erotic.
Humming to himself, Ted undid his belt and slid his slacks down. Sandra noted with pleasure the rough transition from his broad, muscled shoulders down to his narrow waist and hips. Much of Ted's power was in his firm, bulging calves which he used to get a jump on the ball during games. He flexed his arms and chest a few times, poking or sighing at what Sandra guessed Ted saw as imperfections. Feeling her face begin to flush with passion, she was inclined to disagree with his criticisms.
He stood in front of the mirror for a while in his boxer-briefs, admiring, critiquing, Sandra wasn't quite sure what. He had nothing to be ashamed of. What she did know was that she was quickly becoming incredibly turned on by watching her husband without him having any idea of her presence. It felt naughty, which was another thing she hadn't felt for a long while.
Eventually, Ted grabbed the television remote and lay down on their bed. After watching him flip the channels for several minutes, Sandra decided the initial excitement of her surreptitious snooping was wearing off and she was about to step out and reveal herself finally when he picked up the media player remote. She knew their television was hooked up with their office computer, and wanted to see where this was going.
After a few clicks, cheesy music began playing from the speakers. Ted perked up, shifting himself closer. A woman's voice began to speak seductively and Sandra realized she'd caught her sweet, innocent little hubby watching porn. The thought initially shocked and outraged her. She knew Ted had a collection, and that he often used it to pleasure himself; however, she'd never given much thought to what it might look like, and she'd certainly never seen him during the act. She felt betrayed; unappreciated.
Then, she remembered their discussions of their love life the past few months. Ted had been so frustrated. But it was still nobody's fault, he'd said. Sometimes life just doesn't allow much for romance at any given time. He'd been kind and accommodating, but it had hurt Sandra to know the man she loved was suffering, even if she knew it truly wasn't her fault their lives were so hectic. She had so much to worry about at work and at home. Romance simply hadn't factored into things. Standing in the sexiest lingerie she'd ever worn, secretly watching a large bulge swelling in her man's underwear only feet away, Sandra was beginning to realize that maybe romance should factor into things a lot more. Maybe a little open-mindedness was called for here.
