Author's note: After a long hiatus, here is now my second published story. It's a cuckolding story, so if you're not into that, please spare me (and yourself) the wasted time of hatemails. I don't advertise you do this in real life, especially not unprotected, but if you can't see the difference between a story and real events, I really can't help you.
Now, I don't write much like other people. I write as if I was telling the story in person (or letters). Hopefully you can still enjoy it.
Thanks, and enjoy!
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It's Friday night, and I am getting ready to go out. You, my dear husband, walk into the bathroom to find me in front of the mirror. Here I stand in all my glory, my curvy 5 foot 6 inch frame, with my natural 38Ds that you like so much pushed up in a tight black bra. Your gaze wanders down past my slim waist and sees that my ass is barely covered by a matching pair of panties, and also framed by my garter belt. You know that I usually only wear stockings and garters when I am in a very sexual mood. As I slowly draw the dark red lipstick over my lips, you ask me what the occasion is.
"Oh, sweetie, didn't I tell you? I have a dinner date with Ben. You know, my ex-boyfriend, the one I told you about." You remember now; I mostly mentioned him previously when I was telling you about the biggest dick I had ever had in me. And of course, there was my indiscretion with him during our engagement. But you know I promised I wouldn't cheat on you anymore.
"Really, it's completely harmless, honey. I just want to catch up with him and see how he's doing." I look into the mirror and adjust my full breasts for maximum cleavage in the pushup bra. Smiling, I ask you sweetly, "Baby, be a doll and get me the black dress that's on the bed."
With a little hesitation, you bring me my tight little cocktail dress. The last time I wore it for you on our anniversary, when we first went out to eat and then came home for an extended lovemaking session. Of course, since you can always only last a few strokes in me, it was a session of me teasing you, making you do all sorts of things for me, and finally you licking me until Your tongue just couldn't move anymore.
I fit myself into the dress and have you zip it up. Watching myself in the mirror, I can see how the low cut reveals a hint of my laced bra, and the hem of the dress barely covers the tops of my stockings. The thin material shows the outline of my garter straps as well as my large nipples. I smile, satisfied, and give you a little kiss on the cheek. Then I walk over to the large walk-in closet, which holds my collection of clothes and dozens of pairs of shoes. After some looking around, I select black strappy shoes with very high heels and a little platform on the bottom. They're not quite porn star-esque, but mostly because these are much more expensive and elegant.
I see that your little cock is getting hard as you watch me put on these shoes, and see me all dolled up. I giggle and rub your hardness through your pants. "Mhh. Make sure you don't stroke this too much while I'm gone. I want to make good use of it when I come back."
As I walk to the door, I lead you by the hand to follow me. Then I look down. "Oh my, these shoes haven't been polished in so long. They need a good shine. Honey, be a doll and clean them for me." You move to get a damp towel or rag, but I hold your hand and shake my head with a smile. "No darling... with your tongue." I know the effect my orders have on you. You've always liked to serve me. But now you hesitate, only because your wife is about to go on a date with another man, a well-hung ex-boyfriend at that. I grab your crotch and squeeze gently, massaging your cock and balls in my hand through your pants. "Please, sweetie?"
I lead you once more, this time to the chair in the living room. After sitting down, I cross my legs. You kneel and take my left leg in your hands, then begin licking my sexy shoes. I moan softly at the sight. "Mmh yes, clean up my high heels, darling. That's a good boy." When my shoes are nice and shiny, I push the long heel into your mouth and make you suck it, almost as if I was fucking your mouth with my high heel. You groan, and I can see your cock twitching in your pants.
"This is making me hot, baby. Come and lick up here..." I grab your head, spread my legs, and lead your tongue up my stockinged legs and over my bare thighs right to my panties. I show you how easily they can be lifted out of the way, and soon I moan in pleasure as my husband's tongue laps over my lips, pushes in between, and slips under the little hood of flesh that covers my sensitive clit. I get wetter and hotter, letting you taste it, and I even get close to coming on your face. But then I gently push you away. "I have to go, honey. Thanks for getting me all wet."
I smile, give your pussy juice-smeared lips a little kiss, and walk to the door. And so you watch your wife go out on a date with a big-dicked stud she used to fuck, dressed up like a high class whore, with her pussy all wet and excited.