For the past sixteen months, my sex life has been scaled back to what I would call "ordinary." My husband and I moved to Hong Kong with our children for a temporary assignment with his company that ended just two weeks ago. We decided before we left home that it would be best to leave our fetishes behind because we would be closely "supervised" by our host country. That's not to say the sex was not good, but it sure didn't reach the levels of pleasure that we had discovered in the previous three years. For those of you who have read some of my previous encounters, you will understand exactly what I mean.
My mother had flown to Hong Kong to visit us the last week of Steve's work and she graciously took our children home with her three days before we departed. The flight home seemed to take forever and the connections even longer. Thus, I had an eternity to let my mind wander. I found myself wondering what would happen in the bedroom when we arrived home. Would it be awkward moving back from the ordinary to the kinky fetishes that Steve and I had fallen in love with? How fast would we move? Would Steve want to give up control to me again and spend the time between my legs that I craved for the last year? I found myself wet thinking about it but resisted the urge to take matters into my own hands and instead allowed the sexual tension to build inside me until we were home.
We arrived at LAX at around 4 pm and we were both physically and mentally exhausted. My dad had stopped by the house the previous day to turn on the air and water and to my surprise, had a maid clean for me. It was a huge relief to only have to unpack our bags and find the bedroom. My intentions were good, but exhaustion took us both over and we woke up the next morning around 10 am. We both showered and I was sitting on the bed when Steve walked out of the bathroom already dressed. I had decided the approach I wanted to take and since we were going to be kid free for another three days and I didn't want to waist a minute of it.
"Take off your pants and boxers" I told him as I walked to Steve's drawer in my dresser. I selected a very sexy yellow satin thong, actually it was a pale yellow thong with a lace mesh front and a satin behind. I stepped in front of Steve as he dropped his shorts and boxers. He was rock hard as he lifted each foot and I slid the thong up his legs until the fabric slid up his ass and I ran my hand over his now panty covered cock.
"I want nothing more that to watch you to play with your beautiful cock. I would love to see you stroke it and make you cum in your panties," I said teasingly.
"I have been waiting for what seems like an eternity to get your mouth between my legs. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of fucking me unless you find ALL those spots that I love to have you lick. If you don't, I'm going to make you cum in those panties of yours instead of inside of me!"
I dropped to my knees and sat back down with my legs spread wide. "I think that the best way to get you back up to speed is remind you how good we can make each other feel when we get what we want. Now pull up your pants and get out of here so you can do what you need to do so you can I can have your undivided attention tonight."
"You don't waist any time do you honey, you know me though, I aim to please," he replied.
I went grocery shopping and went through enough junk mail to fill an entire 26 gallon trash can. Laundry was not as bad as I expected it to be and I was putting the clothes away when Steve called to let me know he was heading home with an early dinner. I was about to put the boxers he had been wearing while in Hong Kong in his panty drawer when I thought twice about it and instead put them out with the junk mail. I was going to be all or nothing. Steve arrived home about thirty minutes later and we dined on what else, Chinese food from our favorite "Chinese" restaurant.
After dinner I went and took a long bath and shaved myself, paying very close attention to the getting all the spots I tend to miss and cleaned every last inch of my body. A couple of fingers slid easily inside of my pussy, I could tell that I was going to be wet tonight. After my bath I dried off and put on a little red plaid school girl skirt and white blouse with no bra or panties.
When Steve walked in the bedroom from the shower he was naked and dick was limp until he noticed my outfit.
I turned around, bent over slightly and lifted my skirt a little so Steve could see my ass and see just how wet and glistening my slit was. His eyes were fixated on the peep show as he stood in the middle of the room with a now raging hard on.
"That is your preview of what you have to look forward to if you behave." I got up and we went to my dresser and I pulled open the top drawer and said "pick the ones for me to wear for you. But" I continued, "I'm going to pick the pair that you will wear for me."
Steve moved to my panty drawer and picked out a pair of light pink, totally sheer mesh panties. They were what I would call a cheeky style and when I say sheer, I mean that they were about 98% transparent from the top to the bottom. They were almost a thong style that opened up to a "bikini" towards the top.
"I love seeing your wet lips pressed against these and my tongue seems to slide over the fabric with very little effort. I am guessing that is what you are looking forward to tonight" he said.