Us
I became more and more besotted with George. There wasn't anything that I wouldn't do for him; my reward being ever-increasing sexual pleasure. He had a bit of a fetish about lingerie and was forever buying me expensive undies that became racier and racier. I'd always been a bit self-conscious of my meager breasts and had tended to wear padded bras to give the impression of being more endowed, but George convinced me they were beautiful and I should be proud of my figure the way it was.
I became more comfortable with the flimsy bras he chose. They were pretty, feminine, very seductive. As my panties became briefer so too did my little pubic triangle, being averse to protruding pubic hair. When he bought me my first string the inevitable occurred and he helped me rid myself of the last vestige of hair between my legs. The sight of a distended clitoris as I looked in a mirror was a real visual thrill for both us. The sensations of cunnilingus with a silky smooth crotch were just divine. My collection of seductive nightwear grew, but they were never worn for long; you could say that were worn to bed but seldom in bed. Although comfortable with nudity in the bedroom or anywhere else we made love, I preferred to be at least partly clothed elsewhere in the house, even if what I was wearing might be quite sheer. One of my favourites for lazing around was a pair of boxers and one of his shirts buttoned at my midriff.
I was comfortable being bra-less at home and in the evening but could never contemplate going to work without a bra and certainly not going without knickers.
We were shopping and George was taken by a long slinky gown. We were in a bit of a hurry and knowing I could take it back if it didn't fit we bought it and went on our way. That night I decided to wear it. I put on a pretty pair of panties and slipped into the dress. I loved its look and feel but the lines of my panties were all too visible.
"Darling, we're going to have to take the dress back. You can see my panty lines."
George came closer.
"That would be a real shame. It really suits you and you look wonderful. Go without panties and your problems are solved."
"But I can't."
"I don't see why not."
"Well I always wear panties."
"You used to always wear a bra," he said with a big grin.
I knew he'd be disappointed if I didn't wear the dress. There was only one way forward. I lifted up my dress and pulled down my wispy little panties. Having straightened my dress I checked in the mirror; everything
looked
fine; but it felt strange wearing nothing but the dress and a pair of sling back sandals.
Passing through reception was a bit of a nightmare as I imagined everybody would see how little I was wearing but what the hell. Dinner was a delight and dancing afterwards a real pleasure. The sensation of being so close, his fondling my buttocks, my feeling his erection, really turned me on. I became oblivious to our public surroundings and gave in to my carnal instincts anticipating fondly the inevitability of what would follow in the privacy of our room.
As our lovemaking became more adventurous I became more comfortable taking his penis in my mouth. I'd read about women being able to deep-throat their lovers and although I knew that was what George wanted I was never pressurized. One night we were in the classic 69 position; me on top; his tongue working my clitty to a frenzy. I had to do it; I took a deep breath and forced myself to swallow him fully; I did it! I squeezed and fondled his balls and he was soon cumming gallons deep in my throat. It seemed strange not tasting his salty sperm. My climax followed very soon after but this was not the end for either of us. His cock remained hard; he mounted me and we both experienced a strong second climax and for the first time we both had a multiple orgasm. Things could surely get no better.
Horny And Lonely
George had begun to travel more and more. At first he was just away a night at a time but recently it had been more. This time he'd been in Paris for three days. I was missing him ever so and feeling horny as hell. We'd made love just before he left on Monday morning and since then I'd had three miserable nights alone in our bed. I had been tempted to masturbate to relieve my pent-up desires. I thought about using the dildo he had produced one night when we were making love. It was an exact replica of his erect penis which he had had made in Hong Kong before we'd met. But I was able to persuade myself that abstinence would be rewarded many times over when were reunited. It just needed willpower. God, it was hard but somehow I managed!
I could hardly concentrate at work on Thursday as I imagined all the lewd things that we would get up to that night that would culminate in the orgasm I so desperately craved. He called just after lunch to say he was back in London. He promised a night of unremitting passion and pleasure ... my legs weakened as I pictured us endlessly making love. My pussy was on fire and my juices were flowing copiously ... it was as if he was with me ... his hand under my skirt ... feeling my clitoris ... satisfying my hunger. I hung up and came to my senses ... I was at the office for goodness sake.
The afternoon passed slowly as I counted the minutes. I accomplished very little and at the first opportunity I left for home. I needed time to prepare myself ... to get ready for the return of my husband ... my lover ... the one who was going to satisfy my ever-increasing sexual desire.
Once home I checked that there was champagne in the fridge and made a reservation at a favorite bistro nearby. Then I could begin to pamper myself and get ready for the night ahead. As the bath was running I rummaged through my wardrobe to choose a dress. I'd already decided that I would wear a rather risqué low-backed satin basque. It was slightly boned and with several hooks at waist level it was a bit like a corset reducing my already slim tummy. Although a bit of a bugger to put on I knew the effect it had on George being one of his favorites. Panties would be superfluous. Yes the cream wrap-around dress and the sheerest dark nylons would provide the seductive look I was after. I soaked in the bath and fastidiously shaved my legs and pubes.
I dried my hair and sat at the dressing table to do my makeup. It took a while but I was pleased with the result. Once dressed I went into the lounge and as I was putting out some glasses the phone rang. It was then the bombshell hit.
"Darling, I don't know how to say this, and I'm ever so sorry, but the Paris deal is on the point of collapse and I have to return. Please understand. It's so important that I pull it off. Believe me I want to be with you. I'm as desperate to make love as you are but please try to understand. I promise and I mean that sincerely I'll be back tomorrow and I'll make it up to you. It'll be just you and me all weekend."
"I understand, Darling. I know how important the deal is and I can wait," I lied. "I know, if anybody can pull it off, you can. Give me a call when you get to Paris. I miss you ever so," and with that we hung up.
I was distraught. It as going to be another utterly frustrating night alone. I opened the champagne bottle and poured myself a glass. I was about to take my first sip when the doorbell rang. I was sure it was George and that his call had been a wind-up. I rushed to open the door but it wasn't George but Janet.
"Oh I've come at a bad time and interrupted something," she said. "I should have called but I thought I would surprise you."
"No come on in. You're not interrupting anything. Iin fact I'm on my own."
We went into the lounge and poured her some champagne.
I told her about George and suggested that instead of canceling the reservation the two of us could eat at the bistro. She jumped at the idea and after some more champagne we set off. Over dinner we caught up on each other's news. I was delighted to hear that they were moving back to the area. We talked about our relationships and it became clear that I was the one who had lucked out.
