Anita derived pleasure from her husband's satisfaction. In all of their romantic and sexual encounters, she was most happy when Elias was satisfied and was fulsome in his praise for her prowess and skill. Theirs was a happy marriage of seven years, and when taken with the five prior years they had spent in a committed exclusive relationship, was a fulfilling decade-long relationship. Now entering their early 30's, they both found themselves increasingly busy in their careers and with mounting obligations. Yet, things remained copacetic in their home life. They would almost always eat dinner together, spend the night watching TV or reading, and would find time for a little nighttime mischief under the sheets, or sometimes on the kitchen counter. Whenever Anita finished him off and his body relaxed, she would curl up in his arms and bask in the glow of his adulation as he expounded on how much he enjoyed their relationship. Things had gone on like this for years, and so they seemed ready to continue into the future.
And so it was a surprise when Elias made his proposal to her. He had bought her a little dress for her. This itself was not so unusual. He enjoyed dressing her up, and she derived pleasure from playing the part. He had bought her a few different dresses over the years. Mostly tight little cocktail dresses with short skirts that hugged her curves and exposed her shoulders or cleavage. She would sometimes wear them out to dinner with him, usually keeping partially covered with a jacket. But the second part of the proposal was more unusual. He wanted her to meet him in a hotel room downtown, a good few miles away from their suburban home where she worked on Fridays, and not too far from his office in the city. He already had the room booked and asked her to come by at 6:00 pm. They had done a little roleplaying before, but never anything that involved a change in setting like this. Anita was intrigued, but mostly surprised by the elaborate lead in.
At 4:30 she logged off for the day and headed upstairs to change. Anita pulled on the new dress and looked herself over in the mirror. It was certainly form-fitting, but not scandalously revealing. The skirt cut off a few inches above her knee and the neckline showed just the first few centimeters of her cleavage. It was made of a thin, soft wool material that was pleasing to the touch and felt cozy against her skin. Turning around, she admired how it seemed to hug her butt, lifting it into a pleasing heart-shaped pillow. The same could be said for her bust, which seemed to stretch out the dress and gave the appearance of a pleasant fullness without feeling so tight that she couldn't breathe. Anita smiled to herself thinking about how her husband was going to enjoy seeing her wearing this. She applied some foundation, lipstick, a bit of mascara and put on a pair of golden earrings that Elias had given her on their 3rd anniversary. She slipped on a pair of brown pumps and took another look in the mirror.
She was looking very good. At 31, there was no denying that she still had it going on. She had the same tight figure from her 20s with a little more substance in all the right places. She looked like the kind of stylish, sexy Asian-American professional woman you'd see at a fancy business cocktail or charity event. She was particularly happy about how her shoulder-length dark wavy hair seemed to be nicely quaffed and parted. Aiming with her phone, she took a few selfies: one from the front, one from behind and one leaning over a little with her butt sticking up a bit in the air and a little cleavage showing. She knew Elias would enjoy the preview and texted the photos to him on their private encrypted chat. Happily, she put on a coat and got into her sedan. Setting the GPS, she started off toward the downtown hotel Elias had mentioned in his previous text. Traffic was surprisingly light for an early Friday evening, and she made good time, finding a parking spot in the hotel garage.
Walking out into the hotel lobby, Anita was a little surprised by how elegant the place looked. She driven by this hotel maybe hundreds of times, but never had a reason to visit. The atmosphere was simple, organized and calming. She felt reassured, as she did not care for the overly pretentious airs put on by most major hotels. Checking Elias's text again, she saw that he was in room 624. How crazy could he be to go ahead and book a hotel room 40 minutes from their house for a night? Maybe it wouldn't sound so elaborate to most people, but from Anita's highly pragmatic perspective, this was quite a surprise. As she stepped into the elevator, she began to feel a little nervous with anticipation. What could he be planning? He was so cryptic with his messages. He had left the dress for her out on the bed at home and just sent one text with the address and room number.
Walking past the ice machine and down the carpeted patterned hallway past the rows of green doors, she finally came to Room 624. "Is this how a prostitute feels when going to meet a john?" she wondered to herself with a little nervous excitement. Maybe that was the scenario he had envisioned for them. But she felt assured that this was different. It was, after all, within the boundaries of their happy and comfortable marriage, and she would get satisfaction from his enjoyment. She knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, the door swung back and there was Elias. He was looking handsome in his blue sports coat, as usual. He has a little bit of stubble, but any appearance of scruffiness was made simply more charming by his casually stylish clothes and silver-rimmed specs. Anita smiled involuntarily when looking up and seeing his face. The pumps maybe gave her an extra height, but his lanky frame still seemed to tower over her. He smiled back, welcomed her in and asked her about the drive. She took off her coat and handed it to him, which gave him his first opportunity to take in her outfit from top-to-bottom. Anita felt his eyes roaming over her, which gave her no little pleasure and she shyly posed to give him a better view.
"I got the photos you texted earlier," he said.
"I thought you might enjoy that," Anita chirped. "Does the new dress live up to your expectations?"
"Easily beats them," Elias replied moving toward her and putting his hands around her waist. She placed her hands on his chest as he drew her in closer.
The room was nice soft mix of grays, pale green and white. There was a substantial king sized bed in the middle of the floor, an attractive, if not very functional, mid-century style desk against the far wall, and a large window with a beautiful view of downtown covered with a white sheer curtain.
"So, what did you have in mind?" She asked, sliding her hand behind his coat. "I've been trying to guess at it all day."
"You are a good girl, right?" he asked in a quiet husky voice.
"Yes... For you."
"And you'll always do anything I want?"
This line of conversation never failed to turn her on, and he knew it.
"Mhm."
"I'd like to put this on you." Elias pulled a black strip of fabric from out of the inner pocket of his coat.
"Oh, what is that? Is that an eye mask?" Anita asked. It looked like a small, soft mask with an adjustable strap. A slightly nicer version of the sort that you might use on a long distance flight.
"Mhm." Elias began putting it on her.
"Ooh, I can't see anything. You're going to have to guide me." Anita knew he liked it sometimes when she played cute and helpless, and so she said this in a high flirty little voice that she knew he would enjoy.
"Of course," he said taking her hand. She let him lead her back to the bed, where he gently sat her down.
"There's something else I want you to wear," Elias said. She could hear him taking something else out. There was a small clinking sound like that of a belt buckle.
