Getting Dressed for Her Date

I watched my wife walk in and out of her closet grabbing clothes. I shifted restlessly on the bed, unable to sit still as I watched.

She had just gotten home from work and was still in her business attire. Her hair was up in a tight bun, and she still had her glasses on. She was wearing a black jacket over a white blouse, and had a on a pretty tight skirt that accentuated her curves. Stocking covered her legs, though she had left her high heals near the door, and I could hear the soft sound of her feet as she walked around on the hardwood floor.

"I left some money for pizza on the counter, and there's beer in the fridge," I heard her say from inside out walk-in closet.

"Thank you Honey," I replied back, softly.

She emerged from the closest without the jacket. It looked like she'd taken off her skirt as well, but her blouse now hung down to her legs, covering the things I would love to see.

As I continued to squirm, the springs made an audible creak.

She turned to me and smiled. It was that smile she always gave me on nights like this. One part devilish, one part innocent. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks.

She turned to the mirror. She had a hanger in each hand, with a dress hanging from each.

One was a tight black dress, that would have followed the curves of her body precisely. The other was a bright sundress, more loose and flowey, but very lowcut leaving little to the imagination.

She put each in front of herself, seeing how it looked on her in the mirror before spinning to face me and doing the same.

"Which one do you think I should wear? For tonight?"

"I.." my voice came out hoarse, and I had to clear my throat before continuing. She giggled.

"You know how much I love sundresses dear," I replied finally.

"It is so pretty... and it's such a lovely day. You're right, I think it'll be perfect!"

She knelt down and kissed me on the forehead, then hung the sundress by the mirror and returned to the closet.

When she came back out, she was holding a set of lacy white lingerie. I could feel my heartbeat quicken at the sight of it.

She returned to the mirror and began unbuttoning her blouse as I watched. Slowly I began to see her skin, and parts of her light blue bra through the reflection of the mirror.

After undoing the last button, she shrugged out of the top and let it slowly fall through the air behind her onto the floor. Her panties matched the bra, and her ass looked amazing.

She reached up behind her back and put her hands on the clasp of her bra, eliciting a sharp and audible breath in from me.

Her arms dropped to her sides and she pivoted around on her heels to face me.

"I almost forgot you were here," she said, staring at me.

I could tell by her look she wanted me to do something, but my brain was not functioning properly at the moment, and I ended up just staring back at her.

"Well? Turn around!" She exclaimed.

I turned to face the wall.

I heard her shift, and listened for the click of the bra as she unclasped it.

I had a powerful urge to peek, and deal with the consequences after. But I wasn't sure I wanted to know what her punishment would be for breaking her biggest rule.

After a few minutes of wall staring, she said, "You can turn around now."

I turned back to face her, she was so beautiful in the sundress. Her glasses were off and her hair now flowed down her back.

She turned to face me and walked towards me, with her hands behind her back. She sat down in my lap facing towards me, and looped her arms around the back of my neck. She stared into my eyes lovingly and smiled at me.

"I may not be back tonight, depending how things go," she said. "So don't wait up for me."

I nodded.

She began to move her hips, grinding against me gently.

The friction of my jeans on my cock was slightly painful as it started to get hard, but I would have never dreamed of asking her to stop with how good it felt too.

My eyes were closed as I focused on the feeling. I felt one of her arms move around in front of me, and stop near my face. I opened my eyes and saw her panties from the day splayed out in her hand, the inside facing toward me. she lifted it up and pushed it up against my nose as she picked up the pace.

I took a deep breath in, and let out a loud moan. It was always the best smell in the world whenever she gave me a treat like this.

"You seemed disappointed when you had to turn around," she said as she continued to dry hump me.

"But you KNOW you're not allowed to see me naked, and why is that?" She asked.

"Because only the people you fuck get to see you naked," I replied, too horny to be ashamed.

"Exactly. My tits and my pussy are a privilege. In order to earn them, men need to be able to satisfy me with their cocks. And that little thing you got? Definitely ain't doing the job."

After less than minute I was ready to cum. I tried to hold it in and prolong the pleasure, but it was no use.

I made what I'm sure was an incredibly unflattering noise as I came into my underwear.

She stopped her grinding, and kissed me on the lips.

"I love you sweetie," she said as she pulled back and stood up.

"I love you too," I replied.

With that she got up and left, leaving me alone in my own cum soaked undies.