Like the previous post, this a new chapter as part of a re-write of "Dressed to Kill" and I'm sure you'll pick up the idea quick. I hope you enjoy it!
Gray
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It had been a lovely evening at Suzie and Michael's favourite French restaurant. They started with French champagne and oysters natural and finished with superb chocolate souffle. She nuzzled into the shoulder of her handsome husband as the cab weaved it's way through the back streets of the Brighton to their home, which was again free of children who were staying their grand parents.
Arriving home Suze had excused herself and went upstairs as Michael went hunting for a nice bottle of scotch that someone had given to him. He reclined on a large red leather couch in the living room, savouring the smooth rich flavour of the 'Glenmorangie 18 Years Old', when he was disturbed by the hollow clipping sound of high heels on the stairs behind him. He sat up and turned to look behind him and was stunned by what he saw.
"Suze?" he asked, turning so he could see the staircase behind him. "What the hell!"
"Don't you like it?" she asked as she stood on the bottom step.
"My god you look incredible! What are you doing?"
Suzie had changed from the elegant blue dress she had worn to the restaurant and was now wearing Julia's bridal outfit. The antithesis of the virginal bride, she wore a tulle veil which was swept back to reveal her elegant face. A white lace corset that had only leather trim framing her rounded breasts leaving them fully exposed. Her knickers were made of a white diaphanous material, white fishnets sheathed her legs and she balanced in tall white strap sandals with high ankle straps and silver buckles.
"I want you to make love to me like it's our wedding night," she told him as she glided across to him, his eyes bugging of his head as he stared at his beautiful wife who was dressed in way had never before seen. He placed his scotch on the coffee table in front of him. She stood before him, spreading her legs slightly she cupped her breasts in her hands.
"Do you still want me?" she asked in a low sweet voice.
"Always!"
She took a step forward.
"Give me your hands," she told him leaning forward. Taking his hands in hers she guided them to her naked orbs. Delicately he grasped her nipples and pulled them gently.
"Oooh," she shivered. Michael gave her breasts a squeeze before tenderly massaging them, his touch burning her skin with desire. "Fuck you're making me hot!"
"I love your breasts."
"I love your touch," she sighed and she took his hand and led it downwards, placing it between her legs. "I want you."
He slid his finger along the sheer material which was the only barrier between him and her delicious sex.
"Mmmm thats good. Now why don't you stand up and let me treat you."
Taking his hands from she led him from the couch.
"I love you," she told him, placing her arms around his neck.
"I love you too," he replied, instinctively grasping her buttocks and pulling her to him. She lifted her mouth to his, their kiss tingling with the excitement of new love, not the familiarity that comes from ten years of marriage.
She explored the sweet recesses of his mouth, her desire for Michael permeating every cell of her body. It was if she wanted their beings to merge into one. Michael's hands explored her body as if he had not known it before.
After a number of minutes she broke their the seal of their kiss and stepping back a little began plucking the buttons of his shirt free, sliding her hands across his chest, which was still firm and strong from regular gym sessions.
"Mmmmm. Tasty," she moaned, enjoying the texture of his taut skin. Releasing the last button she slid the shirt from his shoulders exposing his broad chest, Michael pulling it free from his arms. Suzie licked his left nipple with a gentle flicker of her tongue.
"Did I ever tell you, you taste delicious," she asked smiling up at him.
"You may have mentioned it," he grinned, enjoying the sublime sensation as Suzie suckled on his nipple.
"You know I want to taste more," she gasped with desire, moving her hand down his torso. Unbuckling his belt she slid her hand inside the waist band of his trousers where she found the tip of his now rigid staff and grasped it between her thumb and forefinger. "Look what I found!"
"Lucky me!" he smiled.
Kneeling on the floor she completed the task of releasing his trousers so they fell to the floor and dragged his underpants to his knees, trailing her tongue the last centimetres down his stomach to his hard manhood. She took hold of it at its base and swallowed it in one quick motion.
"Oh yes Suze!" he gasped. She dined on it like was her last meal, giving attention to every ripple, ridge and nuance. Tracing the detail of his beautiful rod she sought to elicit sounds of pleasure from the love of her life.
"I love what you do to my cock!"
"I love doing it," she told him sincerely, again taking its full length in her mouth.
"Fuck!"
"Soon!" she giggled, standing to again hook her hand behind his head and kiss him with fiery passion, Michael responded by entangling their tongues in a passionate joust. "Will you sit for me now?"
"Whatever you want."
As he lowered himself to the couch, she turned with a spin before slowly bending forward, her sweet arse inches from Michael's face. She grasped the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her knees where they were free to fall to the floor. She widened her stance a little, stepping free of the tiny piece of material.
"Lick me," she told him, her voice laden with desire. She grasped her ankles, giving Michael the perfect view of her alluring derriere. Leaning down and forward he placed his tongue on the seam of the fishnet just above the back of her knee and glided his tongue up the stocking across her naked arse and down the other leg.
"Oh yes," she shivered at the delectable sensation that Michael created. Placing a hand on each buttock he slid his tongue down the crease of her arse. Dropping to his knees, he delved between the lips of her womanhood.
"My God Michael! I love that."
Not satisfied with this accolade he caressed he inner thigh with is hand before searching out her clit with his finger.
"Fuck!" she cried. "That's wonderful but I need your cock."
"I want you to have my cock," he told her. Standing behind her, his cock nestled between her buttocks.
