When I was summoned to the bedroom, I found Olivia leaning on her dresser with the palms of her hands, admiring herself in the mirror. On her right wrist she wore a pearl bracelet. On her left hand she wore a four-carat diamond ring. Her alluring reflection glistened in the mirror through the light of several scented candles she had placed strategically around the room. She had taken her time preparing herself for me which, she knew from experience, only served to sweeten my anticipation. She bathed, applied make-up and Chanel no. 5, and put on a pearl necklace with matching dangling earrings. The mirror also revealed her slim upper torso covered by a lacy ivory-colored, high-cut teddy. Her beautiful breasts and nipples appeared to be trying to push themselves free from the built-in underwire bra. Her shiny brown hair partly covered her face and flowed down her back, wavy and fluffed from time spent well with the curling iron.
"Have a seat," she said. She looked like a million bucks.
From my vantage point across the bedroom sitting in the ball and claw chair, I surely had the better view. Not only could I see what she saw, but I could see her from behind. Now I noticed she was wearing glassy high-heeled stripper shoes. The sight of her leaning forward on the dresser in that seductive ensemble was astonishing.
Over the years, as Olivia gradually became less inhibited, I had acquired for her a closet full of lingerie, sexy shoes, dresses, and many other apparel items that I had seen in catalogs, and store windows. Imagining my wife wearing the teasing outfits made me horny, especially if I thought she would wear them outside of the house. She would do that on many occasions, but on this night, I would be her sole voyeur.
For several minutes, she made some small adjustments to her hair, tried on some other jewelry before settling on what she had already put on, and then touched-up her red lipstick, puckering her lips to get it just right. Then, turning her head, and in a teasing voice, said, "I bet you can't wait to fuck me."
I instantly became erect but was enjoying the view way too much and wanted more. "No. Not yet," I told her, "Make your ass dance as you lean on that dresser. Move it real slow."
She loved the idea and continued to watch herself in the mirror as she moved her ass and body in a slow and steady rhythm.
"Yes. Like that. Tease me with your ass," I urged her.
I could've enjoyed this private show indefinitely. Standing before me was a gorgeous woman doing something that thousands of men would give her lots of money to do. And she was all mine.
She watched as I unleashed my raging hard-on from my pants and stroked it with my hand. Through the dim light I could see her face becoming more flushed. She licked her lips.
"Come over here," she pleaded.
"Keep going, please," I begged. Her movements became less inhibited. "Yes, that's it. Don't stop. Let me admire you."
I reached down to the boom box next me and hit play. Led Zeppelin's
Lemon Song
filled the room.
"I love watching you." I was breathless.
I should have quit you long time ago
Ohh yeah, long time ag
o
Before me was the most perfect scene I could imagine. I focused in on the details of her erotic body that looked like it jumped out of the pages of Playboy. The tip of one of her heels came off the floor as she swayed. Those open-toed fuck me pumps put her body into turbo drive and accentuated everything that was already good. Her lithe frame, round ass, the shimmering tone of her calves and thighs, had me in ecstasy. Time stopped and we were carried away into an erotic netherworld.''
I noticed she hadn't drawn the blinds. I turned up the music so that the neighbors would wonder what was going on. The nearest house wasn't so close that you could see in anyway. You'd need binoculars, and if you went through all that trouble, then more power to you. The savageness of the hard-rock music and lyrics, juxtaposed with her clean, dolled-up appearance, made my heart pound.
Oh my, my, my
Alright, take it down a bit
People tellin' me baby can't be satisfied
They try to worry me baby
