She stood in the bathroom applying her makeup looking at her body. She was getting ready for the wedding ceremony that she had to beg her husband to come to. He finally agreed so long as her part of the bargain was to only wear sexy clothes for the entire trip. She objected but finally gave in for their seven days out of town.
So here she was wearing nothing but a thong, which is the only underwear he would let her bring! He picked out this one, which was way too tiny; black, sheer and REALLY small but she made her bargain so that's what she had to wear. Looking at herself she wondered if her husband still found her sexy. At times he seems to be unable to control himself and wants only to "bang her." Especially when she had a thong like this on, or her pink lace nightie through which her nipples would poke through and which didn't adequately cover her red haired bush that he so enjoyed shaving for her. At other times, she wondered.
She finished her makeup. She bent down and pulled up her fishnet hose that her husband had bought for her. She thought the fact that they were suspender type hose without a crotch was a little weird but he seemed to like them and even she could admit to herself that she looked good in them. Next she pulled up her slip, the backless dress, her nice heels, necklace and ear rings and she was ready to go. One more look at herself, a little more primping of her hair, a look at her breasts to make sure nothing was poking through given that she wasn't wearing a bra and she walked out into the room.
Her husband looked up with a great big smile. He said that she looked great and in fact, "very fuckable." He asked her to pull up her dress to prove that she had followed directions. She objected and he persisted; eventually with a sigh of resignation she bent over, grabbing the hem and pulled it up to her waist. He beamed and asked her to walk forward toward him. With another sigh she did. He dropped to his knees and immediately put his mouth to her crotch. She tried to back away but he had grabbed her ass too quickly and tightly; retraining her from moving much at all. He was nibbling on her pussy lips through the fabric of the thong. She always became embarrassed when he did this sort of thing but she felt a bit of a tingle and let him linger there a bit. Eventually he loosened his grip and she backed away. After all they had a wedding to go to and there was no time for this!
He rose from his position as she backed away, straightening her dress. He still had that gleam in his eye as he approached her, again telling her how hot she was, how fuckable she was, and how every man at the wedding would be looking at her, wanting to get in her dress, and probably ignoring the wedding part entirely. He approached her, giving her a very passionate kiss while he brought his hand up to massage her breast and tickle her nipple, making it poke through the dress. He turned her around to face the living room mirror so she could look at them together. He put both his hands on her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples and pushing his crotch into the back of her dress. She thought she felt that he had gotten hard down there so she reached back and confirmed her suspicions. She gave his dick a quick squeeze and pulled away, fearing they would be late for the ceremony.
She grabbed her purse, asking him if he had the hotel keys which he confirmed and she strode out the door before he had time to object or try anything else. He grabbed the camera and followed. She walked to the stairs as they were only on the second floor and walked down to the lobby. She noticed the bellman look up, smile and look at her straight at her breasts. She wondered if her nipples were showing through the dress fabric but didn't dare look. Walking through the lobby she noticed others look up at her as well but wasn't sure what to make of it. As she approached the front doorway area she looked at herself in the mirrors that were flanking either side of the doorway. She played with her hair a bit, making sure it wasn't mussed and noticed in the mirror another man staring at her. She pretended not to notice continuing to mess with her hair but through her quick glances she was certain that he was staring straight at her ass!
Her husband had always told her she had a "killer ass" and always felt it was one of her best features but wasn't so certain anymore. She felt she still had great legs, her 36b boobies were still nice, she liked that she was one of the few real redheads around and she thought she was still cute, but after five decades on the planet was pretty sure that her ass wasn't as nice as it once was, but apparently she could still attract attention in a dress that showed off her ass and legs.
By this time her husband caught up with her and they strode out to the car together. He asked her if she noticed the young guy staring at her ass and she feigned not knowing what he was talking about. He opened the car door for her. As she sat down her dress rode up showing the tops of her hose. She looked up and noticed her husband grinning again as he leaned in to kiss her running his hand up her leg and grabbing her crotch. She pushed him away and sheepishly told him to behave himself. He closed the door, ran around the other side, getting in and they were off to the ceremony.