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*This is a work of fiction. If erotic material is offensive to you or you are not of age to view such material, do not read any further.*
"James, I'm heading out to the salon now, is there anything you need while I'm out?" Dina called downstairs as she finished applying her makeup. Taking a step back to appraise her reflection, Dina was shocked to see that she appeared more vibrant than she had in weeks. She and James, her husband of six years, had begun working on their marriage and as a result Dina seemed to glow constantly. Her sable hair gleamed and her cheeks were rosy, no need for rouge today.
"No, I'm good for now Dina. When do you think you'll be back," James said as he entered their bedroom. Running his eyes over Dina, James felt that flash of pure animal attraction as he gazed at Dina. Her body was to die for, set off by the coral sundress she wore. Her legs were long and tanned, her breasts firm and proud on her chest. His fingers itched to pull her to him and slowly peel her sundress off.
"I'm not sure. I'm scheduled for a manicure and pedicure, and I'm also thinking of getting my legs waxed. It takes forever to shave these monsters," Dina complained.
"Well sweetheart, do whatever you feel is necessary. Why don't you get that sexy French manicure while you're there? I have a surprise for you tonight," James replied.
"Oh, a surprise, eh? Well you know I can't stand anticipation. What is it? Is it going to be like the surprise you gave me a couple weeks ago with that return visit to our 'special' lagoon?" she asked.
"You'll just have to wait and see my dear. I think you'll like it. Why don't you stop and pick yourself up something to wear? I was thinking something kind of dressy casual," James told her.
"I'll see what I can find," Dina replied absently, her mind still mulling over his announcement of another surprise.
Turning to face James, Dina was hit by the pull in her loins. At 46, James was still handsome. He was slim and tall, a perfect swimmer's build. Silver had begun to shoot through his dark hair, adding a decidedly distinguished air to him. He was dressed in his weekend uniform of an outrageously tacky Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts, his legs muscular and tan. He had recently begun to cut back his hours to spend more time with Dina and it agreed with both of them. The worry lines and wrinkles had begun to smooth out in his face, only appearing when he smiled widely at something Dina said or did.
"Well, I guess I should be off then. I'll be back in a couple of hours. What are you going to do while I'm gone?" Dina asked as she crossed over to kiss him goodbye.
"I think I'm going to work on a few of those briefs from the Littman case and then probably swim a few laps in the pool," James replied as he returned her kiss.
Tongues twisting and sliding, they drank deeply of each others mouths, never getting enough. Dina stood on her tiptoes, her breasts straining against her sundress as her nipples tightened and heat pooled in her groin. Tangling his hands in her shoulder length hair, James tightened his grip, angling her head backward. Tearing his lips from hers, James began nipping lightly down her neck, swirling his tongue on her exposed collarbones. Dina moaned and shifted closer to him, her needs beginning to swamp over her.
Pulling back from her soft skin, James chuckled and once he had his breathing back under control, he said, "Well, I think we'll leave the rest of that for when you get back. Now get going, and enjoy yourself." And with a swat to her firm ass, James turned and walked downstairs.
Dina spent a few more minutes upstairs, mainly to calm down her racing nerves. Her breathing was ragged and her nipples were rock hard. Her shaven pussy lips rubbed together saucily with her copious juices. After her color returned to normal, Dina picked her purse up and slipping her dainty feet into some Prada sandals, headed down to the garage.
Opening the connecting door from the house to the garage, Dina was thrilled to see that James had had her Mustang washed. He had pleaded and begged her to allow him to buy her a newer car, one more luxurious than her Mustang, but Dina refused. Her Mustang was a pure muscle car and she had had it restored to its original beauty. It was a 93 GT, complete with a 5.0L engine. As she climbed in and cranked it over, the motor caught with a throaty growl, the vibrations stimulating Dina's crotch. Backing out of the garage, Dina lowered the top and with a peel of rubber, headed down the driveway to downtown Tampa and to her favorite salon.
Pulling to a stop outside International Nails, Dina fixed her windblown sable locks and reapplied her coral lipstick. She grabbed her bag and got up out of the car, her good mood reflected in her infectious smile. Walking inside the salon, Dina was hit by a blast of cool air.
"Hey Linda, I'm here for my manicure/pedicure. I also wanted to talk to you about getting my legs waxed. I'm so sick of shaving them everyday," Dina said as she walked over to the receptionist.
"Well Mrs. Daly we can help you with that. In Florida, waxing is almost a necessity with the warm weather year round. LuAnn should be with you shortly, she's just finishing up with a new client."