Michelle is my wife. She is 5 foot nothing a little plump and has what some guys would call heavy hangers. She doesn't like to talk about cup size, but last time I looked at her bra label it was a 34 DDD. She hates them, she says they are gross, and they get in the way, and she dreams of getting a breast reduction. Me, I love them and her big mother nipples that developed when two hungry children used them for sustenance. Once the kids were weaned it took a while for the sensual sensitivity to return and I was allowed to again include nipple worship in our love making.
I am a foot taller than Michelle and still in good shape from lots of outdoor activity.
Michelle and I have been married for 30+ years and together for over 35. For my 65
th
birthday I had a request for my wife who is 62. She is past menopause and had recently decided to go on HRT since her libido suffered greatly as her hormone balance changed. Michelle still looks beautiful when she gets dolled up and I still love and want her. My request was for her to be my sex slave for 2 hours off in some romantic hotel. "Define 'sex slave'" she stipulated before agreeing.
"As my sex slave you will do anything I tell you. Make all three of your holes available to me. You can't say '
no
' to anything I ask unless it will scar your body or injure you in some way." I wanted to titillate her and intrigue her so I added, some drugs and alcohol will be involved or possibly restraints. Certainly, slutty clothes and possible public embarrassment will be involved.
"You know I don't like the idea of restraints. Drugs are OK, I can vape in our hotel, can't I? But... You make this seem so sinister. What's in it for me?"
"How about a great time and the thrill of stepping outside your comfort zone? A chance at as many orgasms as I can provide, a new outfit and great food. Plus, you won't have to get the house ready for a big party and organize for weeks in advance."
Michelle looked thoughtful, "I don't know. I am old and ugly, maybe you would rather have a young prostitute. Not an old fat woman with huge saggy tits in your bed?"
"Oh, honey don't say that. I love your face. I love your orgasm face. You look so beautiful, like the young woman I married. That is what I see when we make love. Besides, every wife is beautiful with their husbands cock in their mouth or up their ass. Please? Do this for me?"
Michelle bit her lower lip the way she often did to tease me years ago, "OK. Let's make a bet. At the hotel, I will get tarted up and go down to the hotel bar for a drink alone, give me 30 minutes. We will see if anyone buys this old lady a drink. When you arrive you can woo me away and pay me to be your sex slave hooker for the night."
"Baby, that sounds like wicked good fun. And if no one buys you a drink I will woo you and pay you to be my sex slave hooker. You're on."
Michelle went on a diet and yoga program that day. Not only did she want to look her best for me but had the added incentive of having my permission to look good for another man. My birthday was a couple months off so we both had time to plan. I Checked her clothing sizes to shop for what I wanted to see her in, that being how I knew she was a 34 triple D. I got her a lovely red half cup bra and matching thong. To wear over her lingerie, I found a stretchy sleeveless gold mesh top that looked solid from a distance but up close was almost see through and would show her nipples. I got her a very short spandex skirt that clung to her like it was painted on. Finally, Michelle was dead set against tattoos and piercings, so I found some slutty temporary tattoos and a pair of rather large gold clip-on nipple rings. The rings fit perfectly and while Mochelle maintained that "This isn't me. You really want me to look like a whore, don't you? You old pervert." I nodded with a very happy grin. After seeing the outfit, I chose for her she warned. "I will have to pick out something decent for myself now, won't I?"
We were both nervous the week running up to my birthday. I had gotten some additional drugs from a friend, just to spice things up. I hoped to make her wilder and more compliant. We applied some tattoos the night before, an infinity arrow on her neck, barbed wire around her right biceps and all around her chest just below her breasts and a tramp stamp of the word 'slut' in script. We chatted nervously on the drive to our hotel in the little resort town an hour away from home. Michelle had booked us a couple's massage for that afternoon, and once we checked in, we stopped in the bar for a drink and to size the place up. Two cocktails later we were getting our massage. I almost fell asleep but when we left Michelle looked much more relaxed and gave me a little grin like the cat who ate the canary.
In our room neither of us showered since the oil and lotions were so moisturizing. We'd had a snack at the bar with our cocktails, so we ordered a salad and cold seafood platter from room service, neither of us wanting to get too full before our adventure. Around 7:00 I asked Michelle if she was ready. "I don't know about this Mark. Are you sure? I can't say no to anything? How am I going to be able to do that?"
I handed her a fresh vape pen that was supposed to dispel inhibitions. She went on the balcony and came back smiling. "Thanks babe, that was very nice. Now what?"
While she had been vaping, I had prepared a small syringe with a charge of some vodka with a little cocaine in it. I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately, a kiss she enthusiastically returned. As we broke the kiss, she saw the syringe and asked nervously, "What is that?"
