A few days ago Mark, my husband of ten years, took me out on a date night. We have been living apart for four years and I really wanted to rekindle our relationship.
I recently started working for Mark at our engineering company as his personal assistant and I was really enjoying being Mark's hot, sexy secretary. We were having fantastic, regular office sex. Mark was pushing my boundaries and I had allowed myself to be taken on a sexual awakening journey as a result.
The date night was fantastic although I had revealed some things about me that I probably wanted to keep private. First, while Mark was having sex with me on the bed, I had acted out as if some other man was fucking me. This had occurred because while I was gazing at us fucking each other in the large mirror on the wardrobe door I had suggested that Mark look on as if I was being fucked by another man. I think Mark liked that fantasy. He certainly didn't discourage it.
Secondly, ever since I have seen my girlfriend Amber's intimate piercings, I had often thought about getting pierced myself. It wasn't the first time that I had thought about this, but seeing the lovely jewellery on Amber's nipples and clit had reawakened these thoughts of mine. What I liked about getting pierced was that it was something that was normally hidden from view and was a sexy secret visible only to those people closest to me.
AFTER THE DATE NIGHT
I woke up on Monday feeling really refreshed. I had loved the evening when my sexy husband had taken me out on a date. He had booked into a hotel where we had stayed the night. My husband and I had had the best sex ever. It combined hot, hard exhibitionist sex with me pressed up against the big window as my husband fucked me from behind.
Someone - I'm not sure who - had watched us from an apartment across the street. Who knows, there could have been more people watching us. Being pressed up against the plate glass window had made me feel like a specimen on display: pinned down, unable to move as my wonderful husband pounded his hard cock into me.
The next morning we had sex again but this time it was slower and more sensual. It was the first time that I had felt like my husband was making love to me. After we had breakfast, my husband and I went shopping at the mall. As we walked around he reached out and held my hand. This small act made me feel like we were right back at a glorious romantic beginning.
My husband had bought me a seductive slinky sheer backless maxi dress that had a slit on the side up to my upper thigh. It had these thin spaghetti strings and was sleeveless. It fit me beautifully.
The back of the dress was cut very low and it was obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, I was showing quite a lot of side boob. The dress was a light tan colour perfectly matched my skin tone.
While we were walking around the mall I felt amazingly turned on. I am sure that from a distance it looked as if I wasn't wearing anything at all. The thin material must have been see-through and it was obvious that I wasn't wearing any underwear. My hard nipples were clearly visible as they stuck out proudly. I have always been self-conscious about my small tits but somehow, because this was a slip of a maxi dress, this flaw was accentuated beautifully. I was certainly conscious that lots of people were staring at me as I walked past them. It was not only the men: lots of women stared at me as well. I hope they were thinking kind thoughts!
After our day at the mall, my husband drove me back to my mother's home. I was still a bit unsure about moving back in with him and I appreciated that Mark did not ruin the day by applying any pressure for me to deal with.
He did get out and opened my door like a chivalrous gentleman. As I slid my left leg onto the pavement the dress' slit opened up and my glistening, wet pussy was on full display. I paused for a few seconds to allow my husband the privilege of seeing how turned on I was.
I stood up and he pulled me to him as he kissed me passionately on the lips. As he hugged me his fingers massaged my side boobs while his thumbs caressed my nipples under the thin fabric of the dress. I pressed myself into him and could feel his hard-on through his trousers.
I whispered in his ear, "Think of me tonight. But no cumming!"
"That's not fair."
"I promise to make it worth your while on Monday. I want ALL your cum." I lifted up my skirt's slit and started rubbing my clit.
"I'll try," responded Mark as he watched my fingers get covered in my glistening juices.
"Practise playing with yourself and not cumming. Stop when you get close," I instructed.
Mark was memorised by my hand playing with my nub of a clit. "You're such a fucking tease, Anne."
"Yes, I am. And I'm worth it. See you at work tomorrow. And no cumming!" I kissed Mark again and then inserted my wet finger, slick with my juices, into his mouth.
MONDAY MORNING
As usual, my working days started with me collecting the mail from the post office box. My voyeur friend was there waiting for me. I was wearing my usual slutty secretary uniform: a very short black skirt, sheer stockings and a see-through white blouse. I was thinking of asking my boss whether I could expand my work wardrobe.
I walked into the alcove where our post box was located and my regular morning voyeur was waiting for me. I deliberately accentuated my swaying hips and I had a big grin on my face. I enjoyed starting each working day by our regular, platonic teasing routine.
My post office friend said, "I can see you had a great weekend. You have a glow on today."
On the spur-of-the-moment, I decided to run my index finger in my wet pussy as I bent down to retrieve my mail. I stood up and replied, "Yes. I had a wonderful weekend." I smiled at my friend as I licked my finger clean.
"I want you to know that I play with myself when I get back to my car each morning after seeing you."
"You're thinking of me when you masturbate, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"That's hot. Where do you park?"
"At this time of day, there are several secluded parks in the building next door. I park where no one can see me."
"Would you like me to watch you?"
"Yes."
"That sounds nice. Not today. But one day . . . maybe."
As I walked out my friend rubbed the front of his trousers and said, "You know what I'll be up to now."
I reached out and rubbed the front of his trousers as I walked past. I could feel his hard-on. "Imagine that it is me playing with you."
"Oh fuck. Yes, I will."
When I got to the office, Mark greeted me as I entered his office. "Good morning Anne," he said as I sat down.
"Mr Williamson! I would like to keep my work and pleasure separate. "I'd like you to keep calling me Ms Field."
