Learning New Things Later That Wee

Of course the bedroom remodel was soon done and we moved off the hidabed and back into our own master bedroom. We were slipping back into our regular routine. I thought a bit about what had happened and was still confused.

Late one evening, after hemming and hawing, my husband finally decided to ask about our little adventure. He wanted to know exactly what had happened and could we do it some more. I was sorry to say I still wasn't sure myself what had happened but we stayed up talking about it almost all night.

We kind of set some ground rules that were not even considered before this. They were that neither of us wanted to involve other people physically. We wanted to try some new things to see what we enjoyed. That it was to be completely between us and not discussed with anyone. I was pretty sure I wouldn't enjoy any real pain but my husband being rough was so exciting. I told him the uncertainty of it all and even that edge of fear was also exciting.

He asked. "Do you want to be watched?

I told him. "Maybe by you but certainly not any one we knew."

He then narrowed the question and said. "would I want to be seen undressed or having sex if it was totally anonymous or even if it seemed accidental?"

My pause at that question answered it for me. I am sure I blushed ten shades of red but my nipples crinkled at the thought of being that naughty as well. We discussed my being tied up. I was sure that would excite me but I was also a little afraid, Of course, but, that edge of fear increased my desire.

"How about dressing sexy in public?"

I answered. "I really didn't own anything sexy but I would give it a try if I were sure no one knew me."

I could tell by his body language that the idea of me showing off turned him on.

He then asked something I hadn't even considered. "What about toys and appliances? We could simulatemultiple partners and be absolutely safe." I again blushed and turned my head down.

My husband took the next day off and we spent the day together. We shopped and had lunch. We even went to a movie in the afternoon. It was the first real date we had enjoyed in a long time. The next problem was a little more complicated. I warned "What ever happened must be new and exciting and a surprise, but I also didn't want to be surprised too much."

My husband came up with a good idea. He said."When at home, he would always let me know something was planned by either buying a gift or sending a card. He wouldn't tell me what but I at least knew something was coming."

'When we went away for weekends" he told me "anything goes."

I was excited and anxious at the same time.

That next morning I decided to go shopping and treat myself to something extravagant and maybe even sexy. After the husband was off to work and the kids were gone to school. I took a bath and then looked through my closet.I did have a pair of fancy hi heels. They had been worn once for a friend's wedding. They were very tall, and had 5 inch heels with an open toe strappy sandal look. The shoes were held on by ankle straps. I put them out. Next I dug through my underwear drawer. Maiden form and Hanes. Nothing, absolutely, nothing sexy. In disgust I decided not to wear anything underneath. I hadn't gone braless in public since I was 13 years old. I can't ever remember going pantie less. I got out a sundress and the top that went with it. It was medium length but buttoned up the front. Normally I wore a cotton t under it to make it more respectable. After considering it, I put the T back in the closet. I slipped on the shoes and the dress and looked at myself. I was a little disappointed. You couldn't even tell that I was almost nude. I then did something very brazen for me. I undid two buttons at the top and four up from the hem. You could see a hint of cleavage and a flash of leg when I walked. I was ready to try this.

I felt a little naughty as I walked to my car. I had added a simple strand of pearls and some sunglasses but I could feel my nipples brush my dress on every step. This was a new sensation to me. I drove to the mall and began a slow stroll up the main isle. I knew I had to buy some undies and maybe another pair of shoes but would I have enough courage to buy something truly daring?

The shoes came first. In the morning at a large mall you usually don't have much competition. I went to a major upscale shoe store and began looking at hi heel pumps. A pleasant young man came up to me and offered to fit me for a pair of the style I was looking at. I sat down and my dress fell open much more than I had expected. The blush crept up my chest and my nipples surged hard under the top of my dress. He knelt and took off my white ankle strap. I fought the urge to put my hand in my lap and hold the dress closed. The clerk put my foot in a shoe sizer that was almost in his lap.

I couldn't help but think about only a thin layer of cloths separating my toes from his cock. I could tell he was looking at me in a sexual way. His eyes would wander up my legs and over my chest. I could feel myself get bolder. I even leaned forward to talk to him about my shoe size. His eyes went directly to my breasts. I am not sure how much he could see but I knew it was more than I had let anyone see before. I sat and tried to compose myself. The young man returned and fitted the black pumps. They were perfect. They stretched my calves and showed a touch of what I call toe cleavage. I bought them and thanked the clerk and went on with my shopping.

I, of course went to a Lingerie shop and bought a few bra and pantie sets as well as a garter belt and stockings. The young lady helped me pick out some hose to go with them and she joked about the man in my life getting a treat. I went down the mall and stopped in front of a Boutique.

I had never shopped there as they featured styles much younger than I normally wear. What had caught my eye was a simple silk dress. It was almost backless and very low cut in the front. I decided what the hell I could at least try it on. I went in and found one in my size then I put it back and chose one, one size to small for me. It was a nice pastel pink in color.

This store was staffed by a lone male clerk. He was a very handsome, well dressed young man. He was pleasant and gave me a ticket for a changing booth. I thanked him and went to the changing area. I realized he had given me the booth closest to the door and in plain view of anyone that walked by. The door was a half door that went from about my chin down to my knees. I was a little embarrassed and in a way, humiliated but I went in anyway. On a whim I left the door slightly ajar. I took off my dress with my back to the door. Over my shoulder in the mirror I could see him trying to watch me through the partly open door. He was being sly but he was definitely watching. I lingered hanging up my dress. I could tell he could see me from behind in nothing but shoes and pearls. I slipped on the little silk dress and pulled it into place. I looked absolutely gorgeous. I would never before today consider wearing anything this revealing to bed, let alone in public as a dress.

I took a deep breath and walked out to ask the clerk."Well what do you think?"

I did a little pirouette and his eyes almost popped out. I was both chagrined and proud. How could I be so blatant and yet get such a charge out of teasing this young man?

He of course told me. "I was beautiful."

The back hit me almost all the way down to my butt cheeks. The top was semi cowl necked and held on by thin little straps at the shoulders the hem was all the way up my thighs well short of my fingertips. My nipples, rock hard with excitement could be plainly seen. The look of no lines at all was very sexy. It was plain to see that I had nothing underneath at all. I decided to buy it. I went to the changing room and changed back into my sundress. I paid for the purchase and left Leaving the poor sales clerk with a very obvious bulge in his pants.

I got home and got the mail before the kids got in from school. In the mail was a nice card from my husband. I knew what that meant. I did feel slightly guilty about my afternoon so I decided to call him at work and tell him I had been naughty. When he answered I told him the entire thing. Teasing the shoe clerk, letting the other clerk peep at me when I changed and how horny it made me. He was dead silent. I began to worry and asked him if he was mad.

In a horse voice he told me "Not only was he not mad, but he had a woody and was thinking about going to the men's room and whacking off." I was shocked. My nice considerate Hubby had never been so vulgar and I certainly never heard him reference masturbation before.

I told him "He better not!"

He told me "I better not either!"

Again I was shocked at the thought of playing with myself. It actually had never entered my mind.

I told him "I am looking forward to our time together tonight."

He said "he might have to spank me for being so naughty."

I blushed red at the thought. We got off the phone and I found myself fighting off the urge to touch myself. The kids got home in time to save me from loosing the battle and the routine, again, took over.

That evening as I went up to the shower my husband leaned close and told me "I want a fashion show!

I had almost forgotten my naughty afternoon. I took a nice shower and then reapplied my makeup. I went for darker heavier shades than I normally do and I brushed out my hair. I decided to go full tilt. I put on the little pink lace thong panties and pulled up very pretty white lace top hose and attached them to my first ever garterbelt. I slipped back into my white ankle strap hi heels and put on my pearls. I slipped back into the cute silk dress I had purchased. In looking in the mirror, I could see the lines of the garter belt and almost took it off. I decided to leave it and looked closely at my legs. With just a hint of movement you could see my stocking tops. I pulled the cowl neck down as far as I could in the front and dabbed on some perfume.

My husband was sitting in his chair waiting for me.

He asked me. " spin around." As I did my dress flew out I walked to him slowly. I leaned over and let my dress top billow open in front of him.

He asked "had I done that for the store clerk?

I blushed and nodded my head yes. "and this."

With my hands on the tops of my legs and bent forward. he could see most of my breasts. My nipples were barely covered. He stared intently down my top.

He then commanded me "Kneel!

I had never kneeled for anyone in my life. I did so and put my hands on his thighs. He reached out and flicked the spaghetti straps off of my shoulders. I was exposed to the waist. My tits were surging full of blood and my nipples were erect and hard to the point of being painful. He reached between us and slid his zipper down.

He looked at em an said. "Such a brazen slut!"

My husband's throbbing cock sprang out. I couldn't help but think of the rock hard dick I had left the Botique salesman with.

I told him."Just like that young handsome clerk! Maybe I should have done this for him."

He cupped my chin and tore my eyes away from his cock and to his eyes.

"nobody but me baby ever!"

After gazing at me for a minute he slipped his hand to the back of my head and grabbed a hand full of hair. He snapped my head back and shook it while he looked me in the eye. I knew what was going to happen next, as I let my soft pouting lips part. My mouth was dry and my pussy was as wet as I had ever felt it. He slowly lowered my mouth to his cock. I gave resistant pressure but he slowly over powered me. My tongue flattened and I engulfed the head in my mouth. He took no measure of consideration for me. He forced his cock deep in my throat. He held fast and watched as my eyes began to water. And I fought off the gag reflex. I wanted to touch myself in the worst way but I dare not. He fucked my face hard and long. I felt his body quake and I thought he would come in my mouth. At the last instant before his orgasm he snapped my head back and his dick popped out like a cork. It was still wagging and glistening from my spit. He stood us up still with a firm grip on my hair and walked me to the foot of our bed. He faced me to the bed and stood behind me.

He commanded me. "step all the way out of your dress."

I shimmied and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and flicked it aside with my toe. He had my hips pressed against the wooden foot board with his body weight and my head turned back to him with my hair. He roughly pushed my panties down my hips to my knees and I again shimmied them down and kicked them free. I stood there wearing only hose and pearls and Hi Heels. My husband dug something out of his pockets. It was a handful of black cloth. He tossed it on the bed and let me go. He moved to beside me and picked up something from the pile of black. It was a long silk scarf. He took my wrist and tied the scarf to it then pulled my wrist out and tied the wrist securely to the bedpost. He walked to the other side and did the same.

I could still stand but I couldn't turn or move. It was hard to keep him in sight.I shivered with fear and anticipation. His hands wandered over my body sometimes soft and smooth and sometimes with a painful pinch or slap. I felt myself being roughly pushed forward onto the bed. My hips were brought back till only my outstretched arms and shoulders were resting on the foot board. Again a black silk scarf came out of his pile. My shoulders were tied down to the foot board with my hands spread out to the bedposts. I knew my ass stuck up lewdly but could do nothing about it. Again his hands were roaming. This time they went to even more personal spots. I felt his thumb press deep into my pussy and a yelped and grunted through a fantastic orgasm.

He commented." That is what that clerk wanted. Your wet pussy you whore!!"

My head was getting light but the pleasure kept coming in waves. My husband reached to my throat from behind I could feel his rock hard manhood nestled in the crack of my ass. My head was turned back as he leaned forward and kissed me hard. My mouth was forced open by his insistent tongue. As he pulled away I felt a wad of cloth being forced into my mouth. It was my discarded, soaked panties. He held them in place as I felt a piece of silky cloth being thrown over my head. My dress was now over my face. He pulled the dress tight around my head and neck and pulled back. My neck muscles strained and my panties were wedged tight in my mouth. I felt our bodies separate as he began to take me. His turgid cock slid easily in my slippery pussy. I felt him reach deep inside me. His balls and hips slapped me on every stroke. I shook and convulsed through a series of orgasms. My husband twisted the dress tighter around my face and throat to control me. The feeling of forcing myself to breath, again set me off into multiple orgasms and the pain in my neck as it was pulled harshly back made me aware that I could do nothing to stop him even if I wanted to. The speed and strength of his strokes were more than I could take I again let my knees collapse in complete pleasure. His cock popped out and I could feel his hot cum splashing on my back.

I don't remember being released but I do remember stumbling to the shower. I did remove my Garter, Hose, and shoes, as well as my jewelry. My husband took a long hotshower with me and we collapsed into bed in each other's arms.

"Was it to much sweetheart? He asked, "was I to rough?"

"MMMM.No Baby!" That was fantastic. When you calling me those dirty names almost made me cum just hearing it!"

As we drifted off to sleep he told me "I booked a nice room at a local resort for the next weekend." I remember wondering if he could top the performance I had just been through. I doubted it but I was sure willing to try and find out. Maybe I should go Bikini shopping!