My wife is ridiculously sexy. Distractingly so, in fact. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a pair of high-heeled boots with jeans that provided a compelling framing for the best ass I'd ever seen anywhere. As we went out on a couple of dates, I remember thinking how lucky it was that she was both intelligent
and
sexy. I had never had a "thing" for redheads before. Still, after we got past the initial shyness of being with a new sexual partner, her responsiveness and enthusiasm made her the perfect partner for me.
For reasons I don't understand (though I blame the patriarchy), she's never been verbal about what she likes, what she might want, or what feels good in the moment. Her quasi-verbal communication (moaning, etc.) is wonderfully sexy, as she does indeed get overtaken at the moment sometimes. There is nothing in the world that is sexier than a woman (my woman, specifically) tipping over from demure reticence into total, sensual, unabashed lustfulness. She's wonderfully un-shy about what feels good. I have always hoped that she would, through repeated exposure, come to realize how sexy I think she is when she loses control
and
starts expressing herself with words.
A month or so ago, we had both been traveling, too tired and jet-lagged for any bedroom adventuring for about three weeks. I almost always find it hard to be around her because, were it up to me, I'd grab her nearly every day and fuck her silly. So, after three weeks, I was blind with desire. It was a hot day for late February; her chunky sweaters and athletic bras of winter gave way to a tight pair of jeans and a white tank top that accentuated the curve of her back, the slope of her neck, and perfect breasts.
I had gone to the gym early, hoping a workout might burn off some extra energy and keep my libido from boiling over into frustration. Still, as I entered the front door, I saw her silhouette against the sun, which was the end of that plan. Her nipples were just noticeable through the cotton of her tank top, and I instantly imagined myself pulling her body to me and sucking her nipples hard, rolling them over my lips and my tongue. I had been fantasizing about something a little more...adventurous, so even though my cock was hardening against my sweatpants, with some effort, I pushed the visceral thought of licking and biting her tits out of my mind. I was going to have to focus if I wanted this to work. This was going to require just the proper alignment of incentives.
I crossed the living room and slowly but firmly grabbed her from behind, my right arm crossing her chest and pulling her up against me. My still-hard dick pressed against her ass as I kissed her neck. She initially started to pull away but quickly relaxed into me as I kissed from the bottom to the nape of her neck. She turned her head so her mouth met mine. We spent a few seconds kissing like that, her breath catching a bit as I used my left hand to gently grab her hip and force her ass to rub against my now fully hard erection. She turned to face me, and we made out for what seemed like a long time but was, in fact, only a few seconds. I quickly lose track of time when my wife's body is involved.
I pulled away, and a look of confusion crossed her face. "What's going on? What was that all about," she inquired, looking slightly hurt.
"I have just had some things on my mind; I was giving you a preview," I said playfully. "I plan to show you the rest later."
All afternoon, while running errands and doing the usual Saturday upkeep, I made a point of keeping sex front of mind. Driving in the car and putting my hand on her inner thigh, kissing the back of her neck in the sunshine of the backyard, mentioning how sexy she looked in her jeans. It's easy to have two speeds (on and off) when you've been married for a while, so I was trying to keep us from settling back into "off" mode. It seemed to be working because she grabbed my ass, and as I was kissing her neck, she reached behind herself to check if I was hard. I was.
As night began to fall, I told her, "I have a plan for this evening, but I'm going to need your help."
"Really? What does that mean?"
"I want to try something new, but you're going to need to trust me. I would never ask you to do something you don't want to do, but I want you to be willing to follow my lead and play along as much as you can. I am not interested in performative resistance, so say 'no' if you don't want to do something. That said, I'm asking to do things that will turn me on and that are incredibly hot. You interested?"
She hesitated. "Ummm....okay. I don't know if it's because it has been so long or because you've been getting me turned on all day, but okay. I'm game. When do we start?"
"Right now, if you're ready""
Another pause. "What do I do?"
"From tonight, I'm going to tell you what I want you to do, and you will do it if you can."
"Okay," she said, seeming too warm to the idea. "How do I start?"
"The first step is going to require some creativity on your part. Based on everything you know about what I like, I want you to get ready as if your only goal is to turn me on as much as possible. I've left you some hints, but you are so sexy. I want you to try to use that. If you wanted me to lose my mind with desire, how would you get ready?"
This wasn't exactly what she thought I had in mind, but she wanted to be a good sport and play along. "Take as much time as you like, but I will tell you how well you did. You'll find a basket of hints in the bathroom. When you are ready, I want you to come into the bedroom ready to be inspected."
I had left a large wicker basket on the shelf in the bathroom. In it, I left all the lingerie items I'd ever bought in hopes that she would wear them (a wide range of options), a pair of clippers, a hair dryer, and a tin of edibles with a sticky note on them, "start here." I tried not to listen as she got ready, hoping she'd be up for the game I wanted to play.
About 35 minutes later, I was waiting in the bedroom, where I had lit candles, and an evocative scent was in the air. She said from the bathroom, "Now, what?"
"I want you to come in and stand at the foot of the bed so I can look at you."
As the door opened, I was once again reminded of how sexy my wife was. Many women (Including my wife) are pretty, beautiful even, but I've never known a sexier woman. She had chosen a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings, a black semi-bra top, and a long-sleeve lace cover that stopped at her waist. It took an effort of will to not just set upon her, but I wanted this to be something new and fun:
"Let me see you."
Walking to the foot of the bed, I heard the click-click of heels. I hadn't left those for her; I realized she had added something of her own, and that just increased my lust for her even more. The heels made her stand at an angle where her ass was highlighted as she took her place at the end of the bed.
As I came around the bed, I could smell her perfume and see the contrast between the black of the lingerie and her white skin, the red of her hair against the lace on her back. I made a show of looking her over.
"Very nice. Very,
very
nice. Stand up straight."
Her hips moved toward the bed as she pulled herself up to her full height, her long legs in silk and her top in sheer lace, drawing attention to her uncovered middle. I kissed her and placed my hand on her ass, gently at first and then more insistently. A slight gasp escaped her lips as I pulled her against me.
