A couple of years ago I happen to mention to my wife, while in the heat of passion, that I had fantasy where she was my personnel slut for day, not that I like sluts, or that a slut is a bad person, but I think every man would love to have a slut for one day. After a few years had gone by I had completely forgotten about this fantasy & had worked up a few others, like most men do... Well, little did I know but my wife hadn't forgotten, she was either to self-conscience about herself or didn’t have to courage to follow through with it.
It was the morning of my 30th birthday & as usual it was my day to sleep in. My wife had woken early & took the kids over to the in laws house, returned to take a shower, got dressed in her special present for me, & made me breakfast in bed, all before I woke.
As she entered the room I opened my eyes to the wonderful smell of pancakes & eggs. But my eyes didn't focus on the tray she was holding but on the most beautiful, sexy, hottest women I have ever seen...YES it was my wife... She was wearing her black & red French maid outfit with open breast cups, fish net stockings, black stiletto high hill shoes & to top it all off she even had on that cute little hat thing all French maids wear.
OK people I have to mention here I always wake with a morning woody, it's a curse but I can live with it, but at the site of my wife I thought my bone was going to split the skin... God I was hard... I was speechless... I was smiling that wicked evil grin when the cat eats the bird, did I tell you I was excited. She then slowly walked over to my side of the bed & told me not to say anything, that I was not to say a word until she was done presenting my present to me. She tried to set the tray on my lap, but as I said earlier, my woody wasn't going to have any of that, so she set just below my flagpole, on my upper legs.
She smiled at me & whispered in my ear: “ Do you remember that fantasy were you wanted me to be your little slut for the day. Well guess what? Your dream has come true, but wait it doesn’t stop here, you know I always have to one up you”. With that she looks towards the doorway & says, “ Slut Angelica please come in here”... I know what your thinking & trust me I was thinking the same thing... NO FUCKING WAY...
But sure enough enters Angelica, a very hot, very sexy co-worker of my wife’s, who my wife & I have talked about trying to join up with. But any ways here’s Angelica, but she’s not dressed like a maid, she is really dressed like a slut. She has on one of those skin tight elastic red dresses, that was so short, that I swear if she was wearing panty’s you would be able to see them, so low cut in the front that the materiel of the dress just barely covered her “D” size breast’s, her nipples straining against the fabric, as if they were suffocating, gasping for air.
She was also wearing a red garter belt, black fish net stockings (which are my favorite on a lady), & red stiletto high-healed shoes. The whole time I was staring at Angelica my wife was watching my expressions; I looked at her & ask if she was sure about what was going to happen today & if she was really cool with it. Because right now ladies & gents I have to say that nothing & I mean nothing will ever come between me, my wife, & our children’s happiness. I will never let one of my fantasy's interrupt our happiness & let me tell you I have some humm dingers for fantasys.
