Now that Terrence was in his mid-30s, the thing that sexually stimulated him more than anything was watching his wife Ellen get dressed for their date nights every second Friday. For reasons he couldn't understand, he'd come to like watching Ellen get dressed to go out even more than watching her get undressed at the end of the evening.
Terrence was a good-looking man with a nice build and stood at just over six feet. Ellen was gorgeous. She was tall and lean with long auburn hair. Her boobs were on the small side but perfectly shaped with raspberry nipples. She had the tight bum of a swimmer, and her skin was a beautiful light tan.
But as far as Terrence was concerned, Ellen's most exciting feature was her long, perfectly-shaped legs. In fact it was Ellen's legs that first attracted him to her 15 years before. She was wearing a glittery pink mini-skirt and dancing on the top of a bar during Spring Break. Lust at first sight, he got an immediate erection. He never seriously lusted for another woman.
Now a successful business owner, it had only been six months before that Terrence developed his fascination with watching Ellen get dressed. Something about the fact that she would take such great care to make herself as beautiful as possible for not just him, but the general public, got him worked up. It made him proud and jealous at the same time.
It only took Ellen a few date nights to realize the change in Terrence's behavior. All of the sudden he was always hanging out in the bedroom watching her prepare for their dates. She was puzzled by his behavior, but figured his paying so much attention to her rather than some other woman was a good thing.
What made it more acceptable to Ellen is that Terrence's day-to-day behavior with her was always exemplary. He was a fabulous husband who not only made good money, but cheerfully helped around the house. What's more, he was a skilled masseuse who delighted in giving her hour long massages without any hint of sex, just a light pat or two on her bum to indicate the massage was over.
Terrence was also generous with presents. Not a date night went by that he hadn't presented Ellen with a fancy gift box from an high-end boutique containing either expensive lingerie or the finest quality stockings. The items were always classy, never trashy.
On the afternoon of date night, Ellen would get her hair done as well as her nails. She had unusually long and attractive fingers and toes. Then she would come home and take a shower. As sure as the sun went down in the evening, Terrence would be lying on their bed waiting when she emerged naked from the shower.
Terrance had purchased some ultra soft 'date night' towels for Ellen, and after some initial hesitation, she allowed him to dab the water off her beautiful body. What made it acceptable to her was that he paid as much attention to her back as he did her small boobs and pussy. As with his massages, it wasn't sexual interruption to her getting prepared.
Ellen almost drew the line at him getting on his knees and watching closely as she did a little touch up shaving around her pussy. But as he'd just presented her with some expensive gift, and always treated her so well, she felt it only fair that he could watch her groom her most intimate area. Although she did notice that he more than watched, as he also inhaled deeply to capture as much of her vaginal scent as possible.
After a couple of months Ellen had become comfortable with this new routine and began to enjoy it. So she'd seductively twirl around just out of Terrence's reach, spread her legs open as far as possible when grooming, and playfully tap on her clit while looking him in the eye. What made it acceptable was that when Terrance's attempts at groping were rebuffed, he took it with a smile.
Ellen's favorite part was unwrapping the beautiful little boxes from the boutiques where Terrence had bought the expensive lingerie and stockings. He always chose well, which pleased her.
Terrence's eyes would be glued to Ellen's body as she slid her new silk panties up her long smooth legs to around her bum. She did it slowly and sensuously to tease him. Because Ellen's boobs were small and firm, she rarely wore a bra. But to be playful, she'd dab a touch of rouge on her nipples to tempt him.
The favorite part of the scene for Terrence was when it came time for Ellen to put on her stockings. She would sit on the edge of the bed and he would kneel down in front of her. First he would softly massage her feet, which she loved. Then she would slowly and sensuously roll the sheer silk stockings up her long calves, over her knees, and up her luscious thighs.
As she did this with the first leg, Terrence would watch intently and take her other foot and, being as subtle as possible, gently rub it against his cock. His breathing would become shallow and fast.
