FRIDAY MORNING
"Are you going to work dressed like that Jo?"
My wife was dressed in black, sexy high heels, black stockings with a pink 1920s style pencil line up the back of them, pink frilly satin panties (she hates thongs) and matching push up bra.
"Yes I am hubby," she purred, as she pulled a navy blue, short pleated skirt over her hips.
"Is there something I should know?" I asked, watching her paint her lips red with a lavish lip gloss.
"Yes, I want to play hardball today at this meeting and I need to dress for the occasion. Can't have all those alpha males riding roughshod all over me...although wouldn't mind riding a couple of them!"
Not quite believing what I'd just heard I somehow managed to respond with some humour, "The only thing they'll be focussing on is your cleavage, unless you put something on over your 34DDs."
"That's the plan dear hubby," she pouted, before adding, "better pass me my shirt just in case the meeting is interrupted prematurely!" She winked and then added, as she put the shirt on, but left the top three buttons open so her cleavage was clearly all I could concentrate on: "Gosh I'm feeling naughty today, I don't know what's come over me!"
"I know what's going to cum over you in a minute if you don't get out the house!"
"Awww, save it for later darling," she said kissing me on the cheek as she made her way down the stairs. "Oh, and don't wait up, I may be some time...wish me luck."
"Good luck", I shouted from the mezzannine balcony, "Not that you'll be needing it dressed like that."
Jo had been behaving like this for the past couple of weeks. I genuinely couldn't understand what was happening to her. We'd married late both in our late 30s - I'm a web designer and Jo is a doctor. Strawberry blonde with high cheekbones, great legs, full breasts and an ass so incredibly curvaceous it makes me hard just watching her getting dressed in the morning. But despite her good looks, until recently she'd been very conservative in her appearance and although we enjoyed a good sex life there were no indications that she was ever going to really cut loose and become wild in the bedroom.
Then, a few weekends ago I'd noticed a subtle change. We went out shopping and she dragged me into Ann Summers were she bought: two gorgeous white & pink chemises, two medieval-like red & black bodices, several pairs of stockings and panties, AND two vibrators - including a 7 inch black pulsating, rotating one. I nearly creamed my pants in the shop! When we got home she threw me on the bed, told me to put batteries in the black vibrator while she dressed up in the bodice, high heels, new stockings and panties. She sucked my cock as the vibrator did its work pulsing in and out of her like a mad robot, little ears tickling her clitoris until her orgasm ripped through the bedroom like an earthquake. She smiled knowingly, after finishing me off by rubbing my cock until I exploded all over her milky white pert breasts. "We'll be doing that again," she simply said.
And we have, several times this week alone. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining...it's just...well I know something's not quite right. She's never dressed for work like that before - ever. And, yes she does have an important meeting today, and yes she does work in an all male environment full of alpha males who can't seem to cope with having a powerful, sexy woman on their team. But...I need to do some investigating today. So I've decided to start by checking her laptop. Normally, she would take this to work with her, but she's bought a new iPad and she's taken that today instead.
