My Hubby had worked very hard over the last 10 years for his success and had told me even before we got married that some day he hoped to be able to give me everything I wanted. All of his hard work had paid off and he was in exactly the position he had been putting in all of that effort to achieve.
We discussed what would make us both happy. He was perfectly happy providing for me, and was making plenty of money to not worry about needing a second income. I was forthcoming that I had really not been enjoying myself at work for some time now. He told me if I wanted to work, I could work, but if I wasn't enjoying my current job then it was totally fine to quit. "Why be unhappy when you don't need to be? Take some time, see if there is something else you want to do." And so the decision to stop working was jointly made, and I found myself a house wife and thinking about how I could show my appreciation, and my worth in different ways.
Over the years we had amassed a collection of fetish clothing, primarily latex with some pvc and leather in the mix as well. One of the things I pledged to myself was to keep the house clean and looking put together. I found that it was much more entertaining for me to clean and tidy up the house if I got dressed up first. A latex dress and heels, leggings and a top, a catsuit, whatever suited my fancy.
The first couple of weeks I would have my fun prancing about in my shiny outfits while I went about doing things around the house, but change into something a bit more standard after I was finished. Hubby had a pretty good idea that I was occasionally wearing some of my naughty things during the day while he was at work, as he would see them on the drying rack after I had given them a rinse. He didn't know that it started to become my daily routine: Hubby leaves for work; go put on a shiny outfit.
He gave me a call during the day just to have a chat while he was taking a break. I could hear that he was feeling pretty stressed out and he explained that I project had just been needing a lot more attention than anticipated and he was the one having to fix the situation. When we hung up the call I decided that while I couldn't do anything about his work, I could help him unwind when he got home.
When I might have normally taken off my shiny outfit for the day I instead left it on, and added to it. I donned a pair of long gloves and stockings, the same color as my black dress, adding some black patent pumps and the hat and apron accessories from a cheap Halloween maids costume I'd purchased years ago. When I heard the garage door opening I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, popping the cap off as he opened the door.
"Hi Baby," I said as approached "Here, trade me." I handed him the beer and took his laptop bag, giving him a kiss before going to put it in the home office. When I came back he was still standing in the same spot, and hadn't yet taken a drink.
"Wow. You look amazing."
I gave him a wry smile and a bit of a curtsy. "I've got dinner in the oven, should be ready in about thirty minutes."
He finally took a couple steps forward and a drink of the beer I'd handed him. I took the opportunity to give him a hug and another kiss.
"You sounded stressed earlier, I thought I could do something to make you feel better." I told him with my arms still around his shoulders.
"I love you, Honey. It'll be fine, it's just going to be a pain in the ass for a few days."
That got the wheels spinning in my head and apparently triggered something in me. "Well in that case, I guess I'll just have to make sure you get all of that stress out when you get home." And I started unbuckling his belt. "Drink your beer." I told him, gave him another quick smooch and then knelt down.
He was already almost fully hard before his pants were to the floor. I took him into my mouth and started to fondle his balls. Bobbing, licking, stroking, working his cock and balls with the singular goal of making him forget about everything else and just feel good.
