Fit to be Tied
Jerry had been thinking about her all day. Elizabeth, his wife, had such soft skin. Her 36 DD gorgeous breasts bounced as she walked. Blonde haired and green eyed, she almost looked angelic. At only 110 pounds, her body moved smoothly, much from her yoga workouts. He was an extremely lucky man to have fallen in love and marry her. They were best friends. Together, they had a wonderful sex life. They often experimented, bringing each other to new erotic heights.
This day was to be special. Jerry planned an evening of fine dining and dancing. It had been long since they last went out for a night on the town.
Elizabeth arrived home first. Excited about the evening, she poured herself a drink and headed to take a shower.
Jerry entered the house and heard the running water of the shower. He walked toward the sound. When he entered their bedroom, he looked into the master bath. Elizabeth was in the shower, bent away from him, drawing a razor up the calf of one leg. Her perfect ass pointing straight at him, displaying its rubbery center hole. He stood there mesmerized, as she shaved both legs smooth. Then she lathered between her legs and shaved her pussy bare. Jerry's heart pounded in his chest as he quietly retreated from the room.
Downstairs, Jerry poured two glasses of wine. Climbing back up the stairs, he called out, "Elizabeth?", acting as if he had not seen her.
"I'm in here," she replied, the shower now quiet.
As he entered the room, Elizabeth was now standing by the edge of the bed, a towel tightly wrapped around her still wet body, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders.
"I'll trade you a glass of wine for that towel," he teased, reaching the glass towards her.
"How about if I take the wine now and I owe you the towel for later?" she replied, taking the glass from his hand. She quickly flipped open her robe and teased, "In fact, I'll let you have anything you want later."
"You're on. I will hold you to it." Jerry grinned and walked out of the room.
Later, after Jerry had gotten cleaned up, he dressed for their evening out. Looking into the mirror, he thought the purple shirt looked good under the black leather sports jacket. He debated wearing a tie and decided against it.
Elizabeth entered the room fully dressed. Jerry eyed her black heals. His eyes traveled up her muscled legs, disappearing under a rather short, black halter dress. The neckline plunged, revealing her deep cleavage and was dangerously close to exposing the areolas hiding under the thin material. A single diamond stud necklace hung between her breasts, sparkling in the bedroom lights. She did her hair in a windswept look, accentuating her beautiful green eyes. As she turned to get her husband's approval, he noticed her provacably loose gown dipped widely and dangerously low down her back, showing the dimples just above her smooth ass. He reached out and slid a finger into the opening and tugged it away from her body. His gaze fell into the opening, now displaying her naked ass under the dress. His beating heart leaped into his throat.
"Ready?" she asked teasingly.
Jerry gulped. "God, you are beautiful," he murmured, as he placed a kiss on one of her bare shoulders. "Are you sure you want to go?" His voice was sweet, tempting.
Laughing at his antics, Elizabeth turned around and replied, "You promised me an evening out. We are going. We can do that naughty stuff later!"
"Okay. Just remember, you said I could have anything I wanted," he devilishly told her.
They enjoyed an elegant dinner at Monet's, an upscale Italian restaurant. Armando, a 24 year old Italian, introduced himself as their waiter, and took their order. The lights were dim, allowing the candle on the table to cast its warm glow on their faces. The flickering candlelight made Elizabeth's diamond necklace sparkle, drawing attention to her magnificent cleavage. She felt naughty as her nakedness moved under the light material. She intentionally brought her arms together, lifting her breasts for better display. Jerry was sure the waiter was getting quite a view down her plunging neckline. He wondered if he could see her nipples from his point of view. When Armando brought the second bottle of wine, Elizebeth leaned forward, her dress gaped open, allowing a complete view down to her belly. Armando was now staring down at her full breasts. A flush of wetness drenched Elizabeth's vagina, as she teased the young man. She loved seeing the bulge develop in his trousers as he opened the bottle.
They finally shared a chocolate mousse, which went delightfully well with the dark red wine. Jerry tipped the waiter well, even though he figured Armando had a great enough tip viewing his gorgeous wife's breasts.
A short time later, they arrived at Bogart's Club. It was a swanky night club, catering to the 'well to do' of the city. Jerry drove to the front door, and tossed the keys to a valet parking attendant. Another attendant helped Elizabeth out of the car. Her dress rode up her thighs as she turned in her seat. As she moved her right foot out of the vehicle, she paused and turned toward the center console, as if to grab something. Her hem slid up her thigh, while her legs were splayed openly. Jerry wondered if the attendant was lucky enough to have caught a glimpse of her freshly shaved pussy as he helped her to her feet. He watched as the attendant's eyes followed her ass as she stepped away. A slight warmth hit Jerry's groin, thinking the attendant may have gotten an eyeful of her breasts and spread legs, as she climbed out of the vehicle.
Walking into the club, Jerry's hand rode lightly on the bare skin of Elizabeth's lower back. They were guided to a reserved table, in a dimly lit corner. The music was upbeat, but not unpleasantly loud. Jerry ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of them. With glasses in hand, they moved onto the dance floor.
Elizabeth's body moved to the rhythm of the music, the black dress dancing over her smooth naked skin. They both felt the buzz from all the wine they had been drinking and let the music consume them. After a couple of songs, and now empty glasses, they returned to their table.
Jerry felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see their friend, Anthony, staring down at him.
"Hi, guys," Anthony spoke. "What brings you out tonight? "
Anthony was a tall, muscular man, with a dark mystique to him. They had been friends for years, frequently going boating on Anthony's 36 foot sailing craft. Elizabeth had always had a little bit of a crush on him. They had often flirtingly teased at each other, especially when Elizabeth was in her swimsuit on his boat. He had never married and usually had a new girl draped on his arm each time they saw him. But, tonight he seemed to be alone.
