A Day at the Races

Before opening his eyes, his hands searched under the covers in hopes of finding his wife's body beside him. Without warning, her naked body pounced on him as he lie in bed. Fresh out of the shower, her hair still wet. Her skin hot to the touch, and so smooth against his. Her face leaning in to him, her fresh scent awakening him instantly. The playful stroke of her tongue over his lips as he opens his eyes with a bright smile.

"We have a busy morning, sleepy head. Wake up! Wake up!" Diane shouted playfully as her hand gripped her husbands throbbing cock through the sheets.

"It's race day, my love. You promised to help me get ready!"

Her grip on his cock, throbbing in her hand as she guides him up out of bed. As her body turns, her grip pulls him close behind her, his cock grinding against her warm ass. The beautiful scent of her freshly washed hair filling his nose as he watches a bead of water trace its way down her perfect skin. Guiding him into the bathroom, she turns to face him, kissing his cheek softly.

"I told you, I want everything to be perfect" Diane giggled with anticipation.

Lowering herself down to sit on the edge of the large tub, her tanned legs slowly opening. His eyes drawn straight between her thighs, groaning with an incredible desire for his wife. Reaching beside her, she takes a razor and places it gently in his hand. Her other hand touches his shoulder, guiding him to his knees between hers.

"I've waited for months to spend this day with you, my love. I want everything to be perfect."

There was such lust in her voice, his hand began to tremble. Diane's delicate hand reached between her thighs, spreading her thick, white shaving cream over her perfect mound. Over her glistening lips, and through the neatly trimmed patch of hair above. Her hands cupping his cheeks, bringing his gaze to hers.

"You've always wanted me to shave it all off, haven't you baby? I want tonight to be special. I want you to have everything you've ever dreamed of tonight." Diane cooed at her doting husband.

His left hand reaches to touch her, smoothing out her tender folds as the right brings the razor to her skin. Guiding the razor gently over her lips, peeling the thick, white cream away. Her skin lying perfectly smooth in its wake. She smiles in pure adoration as she watches his brow furrow, his lips pursing tightly as his slow deliberate strokes with the razor leave her beautifully bare. Diane led her husband to the bed, and opened her suitcase. A selection of dresses and lingerie filled the case.

"Thank you, I've dreamt of... seeing you like this for a very long time." her husband whispered.

"I know baby, and I want tonight to be perfect for you." Diane cooed sexily as she kissed his brow. "Now, show me what you would like to see your beautiful wife wear to the big race for her wonderful husband."

Her husband's eyes finding hers, filled with longing as he asked, "May I...?" Before he could finish, her slender finger pressed against his lips.

"Not yet..." she whispered. "I want to be the only thing you can think of until the moment you have me alone in your arms."

"Now choose wisely my love." Diane said with an evil grin across her perfectly pink lips.

Her husband excitedly rummaged through the suitcase, choosing a bright floral print sundress and a sheer, lace bra and thong set coordinated with the pink in the flowers. As he proudly displayed his choice, she smiled and stood before him, lifting a foot and waiting patiently for him to dress her.

"Won't you help me, love?" she asked

Still completely naked, her husband kneels before her, slipping her panties over one foot, and then the other as he looks up at her lovingly. As his fingers glide over her perfect skin, his face moves right before her freshly shaved pussy. The one he just shaved to perfection, the one he so longs to kiss... to touch... to taste... He pauses for a moment, and takes a deep breath.

"Baby... Not yet... I want you to want me, all day... I want my body to haunt your thoughts until you can't take it any more. Then, and only then... OK?" Diane whispered in her most sensual voice.

With that, Diane slipped her hand into her panties and let out a beautiful moan as her fingers dipped inside her. Raising her fingers slowly to her husband's eager lips.

"Now now my love, don't move... You can taste me later... Until then, I want this to be a constant reminder of what you desire..." she hissed playfully.

Her glistening finger traced slowly over her husband's upper lip, as a wicked smile formed from her full, red lips. She motioned to his black suit, white shirt and black tie, all hanging neatly on the door to the bathroom.

"We have to leave in 30 minutes, or we're going to be late. You don't want to be late do you?" Diane asked, her tone becoming stern and demanding.

"A... suit? Baby, it's going to be nearly 100 degrees out. I'll fry out there." her husband quipped.

Diane turned to him as she finished her makeup in the bathroom mirror, and told him very matter of factly, "if you don't like what I've picked for you to wear today, you are more than welcome to stay home. Now get a move on, my love, don't make us late."

Reluctantly, her husband got dressed. She looked over at him and gave him a coy smile. Diane emerged from the bathroom shortly after, looking absolutely stunning in her floral print sundress. She gave her husband a quick, sexy twirl and looked to him longingly for approval. She smiled and grabbed his tie, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her hand moving down over his stomach, and over his aching cock. Giving him a hard squeeze as she broke the kiss.

"This is going to be a day you will never forget, my love. Are you ready?" Diane asked seductively.

Her husband could only nod and groan as he enjoyed her hand against him. She took him by the hand, and led him down the hall, and all the way to the parking garage. Upon reaching the car, her husband opened the passenger side front door. Diane placed a small, black leather bag on the seat, and went to the back door, opening it and climbing in. She made sure to give her husband a view up her dress as she climbed into the car.

"You're... riding in the back?" Diane's husband blurted out as he glanced down at his suit, and back at his lovely wife.

Without a word, Diane got comfortable in the back seat, putting her legs up, and running her delicate fingers up the inside of her thigh. A soft moan slipping through her parted lips was a sure sign of where her fingers had reached. After standing in shock for a moment, her husband quickly fumbled to close her door, and rushed around to jump in the driver's seat. Reaching up, he adjusted the mirror to give him the perfect view of his wife before backing out of the spot, and beginning their drive.

"Turn left onto route 35 south" echoed through the speakers of the car as he began to drive. Glancing up into the mirror as his wife slipped two fingers into herself, letting out a moan that went straight to his cock. "That's not the way to the track!" her husband blurted out in frustration. "Baby... ohhhh..." Diane moaned as her fingers worked in and out, her wetness becoming audible in the car as her husband gripped the wheel tight. "We... ohhhhh... we have to pick... mmmMMMmm... something up... OOOhhHHh... along the wayyyyy."

Distracted by his wife's beautiful voice, and the throbbing ache in his pants, her husband did not question the directions, and continued to drive. His eyes constantly glancing up at the mirror as his wife's moans drove him wild.

"God... baby... sooooo good...." Diane moaned as her magic fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. "Do you like watching me, baby?" Diane purred as she made eye contact with her husband in the mirror. His head quickly nodded as his eyes darted back and forth between the road and her, his lips quivering as he muttered, "Uhhhh huhhhhh." Diane smiled wickedly as she began to work her fingers faster. Her breath quickened, as the car sped down the road. "I'm... so close baby... OOoohhhh... would you... OH God... like me... to... OOOOOHHH FUUUUUUCKKKk.!!!"

Diane was unable to finish her question as an earth shattering orgasm ripped through her body. Her legs trembled as they pressed up against the seat backs. She leaned forward against the back of her husband's seat, wrapping her arms gently around him. Her glistening finger painted a trail of her delicious juices over his nose. As his mouth opened in an attempt to taste her, Diane playfully slapped his cheek.

"Sorry baby, it stays right there." Diane cooed as she nibbled at her husband's ear. "There! On the left, the Fairmont! Just pull up to the front, I'll only be a minute."

Diane leaned forward and kissed her husband's cheek as she set a small, black leather bag on the passenger seat before jumping out of the car and making her way to the entrance. Her husband, still in shock, sat in the car. His heart pounding, cock throbbing as he watched his beautiful wife make her way to the front door. Just before entering the building, a tall, dark and handsome man made his way out the door and... Scooped his beautiful Diane up into his arms. Her husband froze, inhaling deep through his nose, her scent still fresh as it filled his body while another man pressed his lips to hers. Diane and the mystery man turned, and walked hand in hand to the very car he was sitting in. He lowered his head, looking once again at the clothing his wife had chosen for him today. His heart pounded in his chest and his hands trembled as the "couple" reached the car.

"Ahhhem!!! Driver!!! Aren't you supposed to open the door for us?" Diane shouted impatiently.

With a sigh, her husband quickly opened the door, and made his way around the car and proceeded to open the door as he gazed into her eyes, his shock and confusion painted across his face. The stranger slipped into the car first, with Diane following. She giggled as she reached out and put her hand against his chest while she climbed in. The other hand grazing over her husband's cock as she passed. The rest of the drive went by as a blur. His eyes darting from the mirror to the road as he drove to the track. Watching the strangers hands grip his wife's perfect thighs. Watching as their mouths locked together. Hearing her moan and giggle as the stranger touched his wife. The GPS took them to the entrance at turn 12, and her husband pulled the car right up to the gate. As her husband stopped the car, the two quickly exited. Diane made her way to the front passenger window and tapped gently as the stranger stood behind her, looking the other way.

"Your ticket is in the bag, along with a gift for you." Diane said in a loving voice, as she leaned in and gently kissed her husband's cheek.

Quickly she turned to walk away, grabbing the stranger's hand in hers as she giggled. Her husband sat, unable to move as he watched the two of them move through the gate and out of sight. He parked the car in the nearest lot, and opened the black leather bag. As he sifted through the contents he found a ticket for the turn 15 stands, 2 bottles of water, and a pair of binoculars, and a note which read"

My Dearest Husband,

I have looked forward to this day ever since our journey began, and I hope you take as much pleasure in it as I do. Jack and I will be in the club seats at turn 12. The seats you and I painstakingly searched for so we would have the perfect view. Thank you for helping me find them, and buying them for us. I got you a seat in the turn 15 grandstand. If you try hard enough, I think you'll be able to find something better to watch than the race with those binoculars. I'll text you when we're ready for you to take us back to his hotel. His room is on the top floor, with the most amazing floor to ceiling windows. Maybe your binoculars will come in handy for more than just watching the cars go by.

Love,

Diane

P.S. I can't wait for the moment you take me back in your arms. Enjoy your day, my love.