The West End.
Sarah is the love of my life. We have been happily married for 18 years.
I could hear her singing in her bath, she has always had a great voice. She works for a big pharmaceutical company director as his P.A. but she could have made it as a professional singer.
She has the whole package, the body, the looks, the bubbly personality, the voice. At 38 she could easily pass for mid 20s.
I'm Cliff, I'm not in terrible shape for a 44 year old, I've lost my sixpack but I'm not overweight, a solid 210 pounds, salt n pepper hair fairly good looking. I've been told we make a handsome couple.
We were due to go out with friends tonight up the West End to see a show, I had booked us into a nice hotel just off of Hyde Park for the night so we could have a few drinks. Maybe a meal after the show with no rush to get home on the trains.
Our friends Tony and Meryl were to arrive at ours about 6pm.
It was only 3pm now so we decided to have a nice leisurely afternoon just dossing about having a couple of long baths, a snack and get ready.
I was downstairs in the kitchen making a couple of ham salad rolls while Sarah enjoyed her soak.
I took hers up with a small glass of wine to enjoy, I noticed she had laid her evening clothes out on the bed next to her overnight bag. I moved through to the ensuite giving her a kiss on her forehead as I balanced the plate and glass on the side of her bath.
She looked gorgeous laying there, I often wondered what on earth I had done to be so lucky. She raised her foot from the bubbles to turn the hot tap off, her leg was shiny from the water as her toes grappled with the tap. God she was sexy.
I noticed the razor on the side with an empty tube of Veet. I was hoping she had shaved her pussy, I loved the feeling and taste of her when she was bare. I asked her but was told to wait and see with a smile on her face.
I made my exit back to the bedroom, she had picked out her LBD and sexiest heels for this evening with the sheerest stockings lying next to them. A tiny thong and suspender belt all in black. Fuck I was in for a treat tonight!
I ran my fingers through the stockings, I loved her wearing these. These felt as smooth as silk. I held them to my face and inhaled the smell of them. It was intoxicating.
Sarah bought me out of my trance when she called out to me to bring her a towel. She was standing with her back to me as the water dripped over her bum cheeks and down the backs of her legs. I wrapped her perfect body into the big white fluffy towel. She turned and gave me a kiss as she stepped from the bath.
She wrapped another smaller one around her head and walked into the bedroom leaving me to swoosh out the bubbles and refill for my bath.
I heard some smooth jazz playing through the door as I undressed for mine as she pottered around packing for our night away.
As I slipped into the hot water it covered my body and felt wonderful. I could hear her humming to the music, along with this and the hot water I was so relaxed I felt myself falling asleep.
I decided to have a shave in there to wake myself up a bit.
I started to wash myself daydreaming about Sarah in those stockings and heels, surprise, surprise, my dick made an appearance above the waterline. I soaped up my hands and slowly stroked my hardening cock.
"Ahem!"
I jumped. Sarah was leaning against the doorframe smiling.
"Leave it alone"
"you have a hot wife here and your wanking off"
"sorry" I stammered. "I wasn't honestly"
"well it sure looked like it from here!"
She chuckled, turned and went back to the bedroom.
I dried off and joined her.
When I walked in she was sitting one foot on the floor the other on the bed painting her delicate toes a vibrant red. I was not treated to a pussy show because she had a towel strategically placed.
I pulled on a dressing gown and took the empty wine glasses down for a refill leaving her to her preening and packing.
I carefully climbed the stairs with a nice glassful in each hand to find Sarah sitting at her dressing table blow drying her hair. Her head bent forward hair down, her flawless neck showing goosepimples.
I placed the glasses on her table, lent in and kissed the beautiful back of her neck running my fingers over her shoulders.
"Wait for tonight, I'll make it worth the wait I promise" she whispered.
I pulled back and just looked at her, I was so lucky bagging this one.
It was approaching 5pm so I took my carry bag from under the bed and chucked in my socks, pants, a clean shirt and just general stuff for a night away.
I looked up to see Sarah doing her makeup. Her eye shadow a dark smokey brown with lashings of mascara. Her lips the same vibrant red as her nails. A very sexy sultry look.
She looked me in the eyes as she slid her foot into one of those stockings, she pulled it so erotically up her thigh and attached the dark welt to the first suspender then the other.
I don't think I've ever seen a more erotic sight in my life than my wife adjusting her stockings.
Glancing at me, her eyes at my crotch she nodded. My cock had found its way through the opening in my dressing gown and was showing its appreciation.
"Come on, time to get dressed no time for that" she said, pointing at my cock.
Sarah picked up my tie from her dresser, turned to me, giggled and flicked it like a wet towel.
It connected right on the end of my knob. I screeched in pain and fell to my knees.
Sarah looked on in horror, she was playing and never meant any harm but this felt like someone had touched my cockhead with a hot iron for a split second.
She came to me with outstretched hands trying to pry my hands away from myself. I must admit the pain was already going but I milked it for all I was worth. Her hands felt for my cock, she looked into my eyes as she pulled the foreskin back to inspect it.
"I'm so sorry, are you ok?"
I put on my hurt face
"I'm not sure, it stings like hell" I whimpered.
She lent in to look at it,
"it's a bit red"
A drip of precum formed at the top of my cock as she fondled me, she looked back at me and smiled,
"it seems ok to me"
giving it a quick up down tug, she leaned in and kissed the crown licking the precum from me.
I gasped.
"Yep your fine" she laughed.
Fuck, I thought to myself, sitting there.
Sarah gave me a wink and went back to dressing.
I sat on the bed pulling my pants and socks on. She was a vision standing at her mirror in her sexiest lingerie. It was a shame to pull her dress over the top of all that sexiness.
She slipped her feet into the 4 inch stiletto pumps, God she looked hot. She took one last look into her mirror and strutted out of the room.
I heard the doorbell ring and Sarah opened it to Tony and Meryl. They greeted with kisses and cuddles as I walked down the stairs.
"Hi Cliff." He said.
Tony came to me with an outstretched hand. I grabbed it then moved on to Meryl to kiss her cheek.
"Cab will be here in ten minutes, we just have time for a quick one" I said smiling.
pointing to the whiskey on the sideboard.
We had a quick drink catching up on what was going on in our businesses and family lives while the girls chatted about girl stuff.
The Uber gave a beep on the horn outside, we grabbed our jackets and all headed out.
Being late spring in London it was a lovely evening when the cab dropped us at a nice pub Tony knew in Piccadilly.
We decided to have a drink on one of the tables outside before heading on to the show.
We had great seats in the theatre dead center of the stage about 10 rows back.
Sarah sat to my right with Meryl to my left, Tony beside her. I took Sarah's coat putting it in my lap.
When she sat her skirt rose up her legs almost showing her stocking tops, I couldn't keep my eyes off them.
"Good job I have your coat in my lap" I whispered, smiling at her.
She punched my arm.
As the lights went down I felt her hand go under the coat.
"Hmmm, someone likes the view," she said.
She felt my cock twitch and squeezed a little.
She kept her hand in place for the whole of the first part of the show, squeezing and toying with me. I found it impossible to concentrate on anything and very hard to stop from moaning out loud especially with Meryl close to my left as my wife was playing with my cock.
I kept glancing left, right hoping no-one could see. As I looked right I could see Sarah with a shit eating grin on her face.
I thought the way this is going I might blow in my pants. I didn't know if I wanted her to stop or not.
The intermission came and made my decision for me. We went to the bar, my problem was the inside of my pants were soaked.
I had to excuse myself to the little boys room to stuff a load of tissue down there to stop it soaking my trousers and becoming a problem for all to see.
The second part of the show went without incident I had told Sarah nicely to lay off because we still had a meal to get through yet.
When the show finished we made our way to the exits and turned the cell phones back on, Meryl's phone burst into life BEEP! BEEP! she had half a dozen text messages. Their babysitter had left massages about their young daughter had stomach pains all night.
They made their apologies and had to call off of the rest of the evening and make their way home.
We totally understood but it put a downer on the evening. We said our goodbyes and made our way to our hotel alone.
We had a booth table booked in the hotel bar for 10,30pm. I did notice as we walked to our hotel that Sarah got an awful lot of admiring looks from passing eyes.
She did look fabulous in those heels and dress. Her small jacket did nothing to hide the sexiness she oozed.
We reached our hotel with ten minutes to spare, checked in and was shown to our table.
It was a lovely room with about a dozen booths in a horseshoe shape, a small dance floor in the center with a long bar at the mouth of the horseshoe.
We ordered a bottle of house red and looked through the menu, mostly the meals were in French with a brief description under each.
Neither of us really knew a lot about French cuisine so we asked the waiter, he recommended a dish called Magret De Canard. He said basically posh meat and potatoes.
