Our love is deep and true; strong, and unbreakable. So many times our love has been challenged; but never has it been damaged; never has it been broken. Never will it be bent; never will it be broken. We may have begun as two individuals, but now we truly are one, inseparable, confident, comfortable, and safe in the knowledge that nothing has ever come between us (there was a LOT that could have done so on both our parts but did not), and nothing ever will.
Like every good life-long marriage, we have lived through exciting times, fun times, busy times, tough times, and boring times. Sometimes our lives, jobs, children, or parents have absorbed us; have left us with love but little or no passion. Sometimes, even our very bodies have interfered or our fears have inhibited us. It is time for us to restores our passions, to discard our inhibitions, to take chances and to reinvigorate our lives.
After two very long and challenging weeks apart, you come to your lover, determined to take the plunge. You have thought and fantasized about this weekend and your passion has been stirred.
For Saturday night, you have brought a beautiful silky top with a plunging V neckline and matching silky pants that move with your body. Hidden in your suitcase, you brought with you a beautiful white Bustier Corset, matching garter, and white stockings. You also have brought a colorful mask that will create intrigue while hiding your true identity. You vaginal mound has been trimmed and shaved in anticipation of your lover's undisclosed plan.
After supper, it is time to prepare. We shower. I help you dress, cinching the corset, but not so tight as to cause discomfort. The corset lifts up your breasts, leaving your nipples slightly exposed at the top edge, where the movement of the corset gently caresses them. I tweak your nipples lightly and playfully, then slip my fingers between the lips of your cunt, dipping into your heat and wet, gently rubbing your clit - but only for a moment.
Although you seldom wear makeup, you lightly make yourself up and then, put on you silk top and matching pants over your bustier. You ask me again "Where are we going? What is your plan." But I refuse to answer. I say only that you are beautiful and very sexy. You can tell that I am excited, but are unsure why.
We arrive at a club I have chosen. I tell you to put on your mask. I pay our cover charge and enter. The club is moderately crowded with a mix of people. The atmosphere is that of a party with people ranging from their twenties to our age, talking, drinking, and dancing. We find a table at a booth and slide inside. I order you a Margarita and myself a Singapore Sling. As we sit at our table sipping our drinks, we watch the people dance, touching, caressing, and teasing one another somewhat to your surprise. Your hand is on my thigh and mine on yours, each gently caressing the other.
I know you want to dance, so I ask you to dance. We dance a couple fast ones, and finally they play a slow dance. I embrace you as we dance, kissing your neck and nibbling your ear. I allow my hand to stroke your ass and then move my hand to your back where I feel your corset.
We return to our table and order another drink. As you sip your drink, I allow my hand and fingers to roam over your body, hidden by the table. As I more insistently stroke your pussy through your silky pants, your excitement quickly climbs and you are on the verge of cumming. You half-heartedly push my hand away, but I am insistent. Finally, you abandon yourself, and your head lolls back against the booth as the orgasm hits you. You bite your lip, your muscles tighten, and your breathing quickens. Anyone who cares to look can see that you are cumming, although they cannot see how or why.
I watch to see that your tension has passed. You are relaxed from the Margaritas you have had. While excited by what has just happened, you wonder what is next. I grab your hand and suggest we walk around to check out the rest of the club. As you always do, you start conversations with people at every stop, exerting your boldness and self-confidence. I watch you and am proud that you are my beautiful wife and that you are here with me and for me.
A handsome man walks up to you. He is 6' 2", has closely cut brown hair, green eyes, a closely trimmed beard, and looks to be about 50. It is obvious he is interested in you. You flirt with him, even though I am at your side, but I smile and wink at you when you glance my way to gauge my reaction. The stranger introduces himself as Nic. You ask him about himself and learn that he recently retired from the Army and now works as a Construction Manager. He asks whether we have ever been here before, and of course we have not. He asks if we would like a guided tour, and you give him an enthusiastic yes. As we roam about the club, Nic uses his arm about your waist to steer you. Occasionally his hand brushes you below the bottom of your corset. He knows you are wearing a corset and is intrigued, wanting more than just the brief contact. You allow your imagination to consider the possibilities. Everything to this point has stimulated and enticed you to cross your long-raised barriers.
We arrive at a door leading to another part of the club. As we enter, we see a sign that says "Street Clothes, phones, and cameras are banned beyond this point." Nic shows us to a locker room and tells us to leave our things in a locker and take the key.