I left my husband for another woman a little over a year ago. I did it rashly and hurt him deeply. I talked myself into believing that I was a lesbian and for a time, the sex was very hot. But it didn't take more than a couple of months to realize that I desperately missed cock. Not just any cock, but my husband's cock. I had made quite a mess, hurt a good man that I loved tremendously, destroyed my family, was living with a woman I soon found out I didn't even like, to top it all off I needed cock. So I took a deep breath, called him up and asked to meet. I tried to look my best, to make myself irresistible to him. I know what he likes, so I gave it to him.
I decided on a very short, very tight cotton skirt, sans panties. He is and has always been a leg man and at 5' 8" and 130lbs, I've got long shapely sexy legs. My tits are small and sometimes I use push up technology to create a busty look, but he's always loved to see my nipples while we are out in public. He gets turned on by seeing me be an object of desire to strangers. I always found that pretty hot as well. So I ditched the bra and put on a very soft, very thin, very clingy white t-shirt. I tossed my long, thick red hair until it was wild and looked just mussed up enough that he might remember how he likes to grab it and pull handfuls of it back, forcing me to arch my back while he fucked me from behind.
Now the makeup -- lots of it is what he likes. I was nervous to put too much on, what if I got emotional? Raccoon eyes are definitely not sexy. I threw caution to the wind and heavily lined my blue eyes. Add plenty of shadow, darken my long eyelashes and topped it off with deep red lipstick. The effect was startling, I looked younger than I had in years! And definitely sexier than I had in a very long time. I had become more conservative in the 17 years we had known one another. But I now looked like the 20 year old he lusted after and fucked with abandon within hours of meeting each other at my brother's fraternity house. Although we were meeting at a park, heels were a necessity however impractical they might be. I chose black stilettos, with a hot little chain around the ankle. There was nothing else I could do, if this didn't work, I would know that nothing could.
I got out of the car, nervous as hell, and approached him from about 50 yards away. I wanted him to have a chance to appreciate how sexy I was, done up as his fantasy. He didn't look appreciative; in fact he looked rather pissed off. My stomach started to churn, this was not the mood I wanted to create. He didn't say a word, I could see the hurt and the anger written all over his face. He asked me if my girlfriend liked me to look like such a whore. It took the wind out of my sails and I began to lose my nerve. This was a terrible mistake, how could I think that I could repair anything simply by dressing up for him. I ignored his comment and told him I wanted to come home. He laughed harshly, shook his head and told me to fuck off.
I plowed on telling him that I had made a mistake, would spend the rest of my life making it up to him, that I loved him. It tumbled out of my shiny red lips in a rush, without much thought of what I was saying. Throughout my pleading he sat there staring at me, skeptical and unforgiving. I was begging him to take me back and he was unfazed. He told me I put on quite a show and he was looking forward to telling his buddies how I got all whored up and begged him to take me back. They would laugh like hell to know that he was completely unfazed and he had the supreme pleasure of humiliating me as I had humiliated him.
I was flabbergasted, he was not moved at all. I took a deep breath and told him the deepest truth, I wanted to come home because I desperately needed his cock. Confusion ran across his face and for the first time, the anger seemed to dissipate slightly. I took this as a sign and went down onto my knees before the park bench. My skirt rode up my thighs and I could feel the cool breeze blow across my exposed pussy. I begged him over and over again to please let me have his cock, I would do anything to have it again, in my mouth, my ass, my cunt, it didn't matter where or when or how, I would take it any way I could get it if I could just come home. I was out of words and quickly running out of hope. He sat there stone faced examining my nipples through my transparent shirt, his eyes flicked down to my cunt which was still peaking out of the bottom of my skirt. He looked at me contemplatively and stared at my heavily made up face.