Hello there reader and thank you for taking the time to come on by.
A little about me before we start.
My name is Steph. I'm 39 and a modest five feet five, shoulder length brunette, rich autumnal mahogany eyes and attention grabbing 44d chest. I wouldn't say I'm movie star attractive but I am the epitome of the girl next door appearance. I have been with my husband James, now for the best part of two decades now (wow that is so long) and he has been trying for the last year or so to get me interested in the swinging lifestyle but not really done more than talk about it until this night.
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After what seemed like an extended week at work, the taxi finally pulls up outside my house. I was feeling a little tired and tipsy from the after-work drinks, my boss insisting the entire team attend after the grafting we had gotten through over the last month. I swayed a little as I walked up to the house, jostling to get my keys from my bag with only the hallway light to guide my way.
Typical. The one night I need more light, there is only this one on, I think to myself. Guess James got sick of waiting for me and went out for the night, or heaven forbid he got an early night and went to sleep.
As I open the front door I quietly call out to announce my presence, hoping he doesn't jump out and try to scare me as my eyes try to focus. Huh, not like James to go out and forget to set the alarm. He must have turned in for an early night.
I remove my coat and go to put it in the closet, my eyes falling across a hand-written post it note from James stuck on the painted white, wooden closet door:
Bath is poured and ready for you. Enjoy and make sure you have a 'full bath time'. When you get out then you are allowed into the bedroom, but not before.
A sigh of relief slipped from my lips, the thought of a relaxing bath overwhelming my body. "Thank you, I really appreciate it. You have no idea how much I need a good soak right now".
When I still didn't receive a response, I harrumphed at his absence, "Fine, be like that then."
I put my things away and headed upstairs, mumbling and muttering to myself as I went. Did I really drink that much, or have I just become that much of a lightweight? comes the soft chastisement, grasping the hand railing to steady me.
As I turn on the top of the landing, I see another post-it note affixed on our bedroom door: No entry or you will ruin it.
Ruin what? If he's in there naked and doesn't have a pizza, he might only get a handy. I giggle at the thought, finding myself so hilarious. Even still, the temptation to peek is overwhelming.
"Whatever," I say out loud, deciding to let him keep his secrets. There was a bath right around the corner.
I walked past the bedroom and headed into the bathroom, opening the door and instantly know I made the correct decision. The aroma of lavender and bergamot filled the air as it danced its way from the freshly poured bubble bath, the tub surrounded by a small selection of tea light candles. A large glass of red wine was perched on the edge, a soothing playlist on my iPod set up and ready to relax.
He is definitely looking to get lucky tonight, I think to myself, slowly beginning to remove my work clothes. As I bend over to shimmy my way out of my skirt, my eyes are drawn to what is now eye level with me that I had missed when I was taken back by the lovely setup; my razor and shaving cream on the side of the wash basin. I get what you mean by full bath time now, you freaking pervert.
Giggling to myself as I toss my clothes into the wash basket, I hit play on the playlist. I enjoy a little wiggle brought on by the music as I gather the rest of the items needed to clean myself up, all to maximize my relaxed feeling.
Then as I take a small sip of the wine that has been left to breathe in the glass, I slip into the tub. The squeak of my body sliding into it temporarily overpowers the playing music. I settle in and just appreciate this peaceful moment that is all mine, something I haven't had for a few weeks. The perfect heat, relaxing scents, and the chilled out vibes from the playlist instantly go to work. The bubbles break up and part as I sink in as deep as I can, doing my best not to lose any of them over the edge of the tub.
Simply enjoying the soak, I let it wash away the work week tension from my muscles. The bubbles pop on my skin and give me soft tingling sensations each time, deliberately adding extra suds onto my breasts. The pleasure of feeling them burst against my areola and nipples starts to put me in the mood, one I didn't think I was going to be in when I first stepped inside the house.
Maybe he can get more than a handy. I thoughtfully muse. Though I do still hope he has pizza.
It takes little time for the wine and the heat to encourage my mind to slip from having any cares at all, just lying there and forgetting the world until the bath water starts to chill. As my time of relaxation slowly slips away I hurriedly wash up before the water gets too cold, as it is threatening to ruin the positive buzz I have going on.
After finishing my scrub and rinse I drain the water from the tub, drying off the essentials and rinsing off the remaining bubbles left clinging on the sides of the bathtub. I watched them disperse under the head of the shower, feeling a little sadness as they disappear from this world in a manner that isn't stimulating my skin. Sighing at the loss, I reached for the razor and shaving foam.
Suppose I should make myself ready for what comes next, then.
Taking extra good care not to nick myself with my unsteady hands, I completely shave myself from the waist down. When complete, I give myself a little rub over. My soft, still bath-wrinkled fingers caress my smooth labia, eliciting a soft moan of delight that escapes my lips. My examination was in part just to make sure I hadn't missed any spots, the other ensuring that I was at least a little aroused before James pounced on me when I entered the bedroom.
I carefully rub dry the rest of my body then proceed to wrap myself and hair up in a set of towels. I turn off the playlist and place the now empty wine glass back onto the edge of the tub where I had originally found it, gingerly opening up the bathroom door and tip-toeing out into the bedroom.
I did my best to avoid the creak that the door always makes, expecting to see James star-fished on the bed and most likely asleep since he hadn't responded to any of my earlier comments. Instead, I found another set of surprises waiting for me, James nowhere to be seen but there was something laid out on the bed.
The first thing that draws my attention is yet another post-it note on top of a small pile of material of some kind. Turning on the light as I close the bedroom door behind me, I inspect further.
I picked up the note and read it: Put these on and call me when you are ready. I tossed the note aside and then picked up the clothing that was laid under the note.
It was a red chemise lingerie set, the gleaming microfiber material accentuated with a padded push-up bra and contrasting piping. The area below the breasts was a tapered lace panel leading down to a sheer mesh skirt, leaving just enough of myself on display underneath it. The sides had cut-outs that revealed plenty of skin, the scoop back leading down to criss cross strapping that would emphasize the curve of my bottom.
My gaze drifted to the matching G-String set out beside it. The black floral lace material would barely cover my intimate area, the simple straps promising to snugly sit onto my hips. Moving onto the subtle garter set, consisting of stretchy black satin straps and gold chain detail, I noticed they would combine nicely with the classic pair of thigh-high stockings laying on the covers; a sleek, stylish black finishing with lush floral lace tops.
Rounding out the ensemble there was a simple black, synthetic-looking leather blindfold.
What has he done or broken that would lead to this? Is he just extremely horny? Drifted the thoughtful inquiry. He has never gone to these lengths before. Though, to be fair, this would be a nice way to break the dry spell we have been on.
This is fine, of course. If this is the length he is willing to go to, I best bring my 'A' game. Well maybe not that 'A' game, it's not his birthday. Chuckling a little. Ok this is definitely the wine talking now.
Shaking myself a little to gather some composure since this was a serious proposition, I pulled on my strict 'getting down to business' face that I always don before getting focused at work.
Might I regret drinking that last glass of wine? The thought drew a slight softening of my features as I started to prepare myself.
First article of business was to blow dry my hair, opening the wardrobe and standing naked in front of the full-length mirror. I sang to myself and danced to the lovely tune that is stuck in my head, trying to resist doing a Hollywood montage of flowing locks in the wind. Though this urge couldn't be fully subsided as I looked into the mirror and drew my dry hair into a few positions, warring as to whether to put my hair up and down several times.
Up means he can hold onto it later, I mused, smirking as I noticed I was getting ahead of myself. Though, I do have to wear that blindfold. Having it up would make wearing that more of an annoyance. Better to be prepared for all eventualities.
So I settled on keeping it down but having a hair tie around my wrist just in case.
The issue of hair now settled I strutted my way around the bedroom, approaching the vanity then digging through my make-up bags. I have just showered so I don't want to put on too much. I know James prefers me to be more natural. Hell, this has taken me so long to this point, I best speed up or he will actually be asleep.
I decided to just add a little lipstick, searching to find the perfect one to match the outfit. Seriously, girl, like he will even notice what you put on. His eyes will be on other parts of your body, not your lips. Well, hopefully one set of them.
I picked up and applied a simple, colorless lip-gloss that has the off-fleck of glitter. My lips will at least sparkle while they leave a twinkling trail along his length, if he earns some oral stimulation, that is. I giggle to myself and turn to pick up the lingerie.
