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Here in California the last Covid restrictions were finally gone. Just like everyone else it had been a long two years for us as well. My name is Ellie. Between home schooling, work at home, and all the restrictions, our eight year old daughter was thrilled when we told her she could go to Orlando with her grandparents for two weeks during summer break. Being truthful, we were ready for a break from her. She is adorable and well behaved but as you all know, being stuck in the house for two years has frazzled everyone.
Friday we packed her up and sent her with her grandparents. We said our goodbyes and then headed into the house. We looked at each other with elation.
"Oh my god," I said. "We're alone"
My husband Dan laughed, "maybe life will finally get back to normal."
"I don't think I even know what normal is anymore," I replied.
"We'll, we're alone," Dan commented looking around.
"That we are," I replied.
"Well, what should we do?" He asked teasingly.
"Hmmm, got me," I teased back.
"Race ya," he laughed and sped off to the bedroom.
Not to be beat I grabbed him by the waist of his shorts and pulled back. You could hear the elastic waistband rip as he lunged forward and I pulled.
"Hey," he laughed, while I ran ahead of him and he tried to keep his shorts from falling down.
I launched myself on the bed. Fully clothed I spread out my arms and legs to cover as much bed as possible.
He entered the bedroom and scoffed. Then he knelt on the bottom edge of the bed and crawled up over me. When he reached my face he gave me a short kiss.
"I love you," he said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck put my mouth to his ear and said as sexy as I could, "I haven't shaved my legs."
He laughed. It wasn't really too bad as I had shaved them two days ago, but it was funny at the time.
He knelt up on the bed and pulled his shirt off.
"Well," he laughed. "Maybe I'll have to punish you."
"Punish me? Punish me?" I hooted. He had never punished me. It was just something he said sometimes as a joke. I briefly wondered what he might really do if he were to punish me.
He moved off me and started to pull my yoga pants down. I lifted my hips to help him. He climbed between my legs and lowered his face to start kissing me. I felt him reach down to guide his cock into me. He entered me and slowly started thrusting.
I remember it felt good. We usually made love in this position, loving, and tenderly. We'd tried other positions, me on top, doggy style, I admit I liked them, but Dan always seemed to gravitate back to nice, steady, missionary. I did find it exciting doing it in the middle of the day, I couldn't remember a time we did it during the day. Sometimes, when I was alone during the day, I read or watched porn. I'm pretty sure Dan would have been shocked by what I read. I loved reading about women being complete sluts. Being used forcefully. I laughed if Dan only knew.
After sex we fell back into our routine. Our, during Covid, routine. Here we were without kids, could do anything and we were sitting around the house in sweats. On Monday I'd had enough. "Let's do something wild," I said.
"Wild?" asked Dan. "How wild?"
"I don't know, maybe take a trip," I suggested.
"Where would we go?" he asked.
I was kind of hoping that he would come up with something and take control, but I guessed not.
We were in southern CA. I thought about all the places we could go, and then it hit me. "Let's go to Vegas," I suggested.
"Vegas?" he looked surprised.
I didn't blame him. We lived a pretty sedate lifestyle. College sweethearts. He was a year ahead of me. We didn't do frat parties, didn't really travel. We were married when I was 23. I was now 33. Neither of us had ever been to Vegas.
"Sure, it's driving distance, we don't have to gamble, we can check out the sights and maybe see a show or two," I explained. " after all, shouldn't we go once in our lives," I reasoned.
"Do you think we could get a hotel at this late date?" he worried.
"Probably," I answered. "After all, most parents have their kids home this week."
"Ok, Vegas it is," he agreed. He didn't sound convinced.
I immediately started researching. Obviously we wanted to be on the strip, but what hotel catered to people our age?
Well it seemed we were the prime age for Vegas so the question was what were we looking for in a hotel. For fun I searched 'best party hotel in Vegas' just for fun. Wow, sticker shock, but I figured we hadn't spent anything during Covid so what the hell.
I settled on the Cosmopolitan. There were pools, a club, restaurants, bars, we'd never have to leave except for a show. Sounded fun.
Next I wondered what to wear. Thank god for the internet, I would not have brought the right clothes.
I told Dan the plans and told him we had to go shopping. I love shopping even though I haven't really bought anything but mom clothes for a while. Lucky for me through hard work, especially through Covid, I kept my figure. At 5'3" and 105lbs pretty much everything looked good on me.
Dan was not an avid shopper, but he knew I liked it so he didn't mind going with me. Truthfully he had an eye for what looked good on me and what didn't. He typically liked me in dresses and skirts and would often help me pick out clothes before the pandemic hit.
He also kept in shape and liked to dress up. Secretly I think he was looking forward to upgrading his wardrobe also.
First we hit the stores for me looking for cocktail wear for evenings and something for day wear. I was looking for a few dresses. Something I would never normally wear. Something to really surprise Dan. Something a bit sexier than the suburban housewife would wear.
There was a little boutique downtown I thought would be perfect. We headed there. As we walked in, a very pretty clerk, somewhere in her mid twenties, offered to help us. I told her where I was going and what I was looking for.
"I think I have some things that will be perfect for you," she said.
She started with evening wear. First was an above the knee sheath dress. On the side it had a slit that rose almost to my hip. The dress hugged and accentuate every curve I had. That also meant my underwear was plainly visible through the dress. I went ito the dressing room and removed my bra, better but still panty lines.