The phone rang. It was her husband......
"I'll be home at about 5.30, Wendy. Will you wear something nice for me?"
Wendy knew exactly what Robert had in mind when he called her like this.....
"I've only got in from work myself, I'm feeling a bit tired - Can we do it another time?"
"No darling. It's been nearly five weeks now. You need it. You know you do. So - nice and neat for me please."
"Oh, very well." Wendy muttered and put the phone down.
Wendy Harrison was 46. Divorced and married for the second time now, for almost 5 years. Her two children had left home two years ago, leaving her and Robert, 55, alone together, for the first time.
Wendy had an unexceptional face, but could look quite attractive with some makeup.
Her main feminine assets were undoubtedly a slim waist, long shapely legs and a perfect round bottom. Of course, ever since she was a young teen, she had been aware of the intense interest shown to her by boys and men of all ages; being both flattered and a little embarrassed by their lustful stares.
Not shy exactly, but having had a somewhat 'prudish' upbringing, she was rather demure in her manner and look. Nevertheless, she did have a natural sense of fashion and tried to present herself attractively, as she'd always had an office job.
Sexuality had not been an important factor in her life, though she had always willingly played the submissive 'little woman' to both her husbands, throughout years of infrequent 'lovemaking' as she called it. She disliked talking about sex and always tried to avoid the topic. Wendy had never ever masturbated herself.
Sex had been 'pleasant' but not really exciting to her. Indeed, it was not until she met her second husband, that she discovered her clitoris....quite a revelation!
Robert made a point of buying her sensuous gifts at every opportunity.........lingerie, stockings, negligees, corsets, perfume, gloves, silk scarves and shoes. She found it flattering that he thought of her in a 'romantic' way.......but, like many women, suspected that these presents were more for his benefit really. She would usually store them away safely, unless he asked her to wear them for a special session of 'love-making'.
She tried to set aside any concerns that she might have about Robert's rather 'fetishistic' sexual tastes. In particular, his obsession with her bottom and her panties. He could spend ages, simply stroking and kissing or groping her twin orbs. She did think that it seemed a little 'perverted', but had to admit to herself that she rather enjoyed the sensation. It always seemed worth it when he eventually stroked her wet pussy and clitoris to a satisfying climax.
Heading upstairs, she began to think what she was going to wear for her husband's arrival. Examining her lingerie draws, she settled on a rather pretty matching set of bra, panties and suspender belt in powder blue lace. She matched these with sheer, seemed, baby blue nylon stockings.
From her walk-in wardrobe, she selected a calf length summer dress. Cream, with a flowery print. So summery. So feminine. So romantic. As she dressed, she was beginning to look forward to their encounter. Pinching her nipples through the thin covering of her breasts, she recalled the way their last few 'sessions' had ended, and blushed slightly at the memory.
Finishing off her 'look' with shiny navy blue stilettos, a row of pearls, light makeup and a few dabs of Chanel No 5, she moved next door to the 'spare' room, to wait for Robert. Sitting on the large sofa, she carefully arranged her legs and dress, in the most inviting way possible and waited patiently; her nervousness and excitement growing.
Robert was a little late, arriving at 5.45 PM. Wendy could hear his car and heard him enter by the back door. He was moving around downstairs and made no effort to call out to Wendy. Another 10 minutes elapsed before the door of the spare room eventually swung open. She was sure that Robert made her wait like this, deliberately.
Standing there before her, there was no apology or greeting. Robert took a few moments to examine his wife's outfit in silence.
"Very nice, darling. Very nice indeed!"
With that he stepped across and sat at her side, kissing her fingers, then fully on the lips. Wendy loved this part. Lying back and accepting the kisses and caresses of her besotted lover. Seeing him respond so enthusiastically to her body and her carefully selected 'ensemble'.
Their kisses and embraces continued for quite some time. Wendy was becoming flushed, but she could see that familiar 'look' in Robert's eyes. It was a hungry, lustful, perverted look that she wasn't sure she liked. She averted her eyes and simply allowed herself to revel in his rough handling of her breasts.
"Stand up for me"
Of course, by now, she knew this was coming. She no longer objected or tried to delay matters. He didn't like that. He had taught her that obedience was required.
She stood up gracefully, and positioned herself directly facing him, about 5 feet away, with her hands at her sides. Again, the waiting. Knowing what was coming.
"Show me your stocking tops, Darling."
