Janine gazed at her reflection in the mirror, very pleased with the results. Not bad for a 40 year-old woman, not bad at all. She was about to turn a busy day into a fun-filled night and was dressing the part. Her hair was done perfectly and sprayed into place. Her makeup highlighted her bedroom brown eyes. Her lipstick, bright red on full lips, made her mouth look as though she was begging to suck cock, an effect heightened by her large red hoop earrings. She had her nails lacquered in bright red as well, sure to catch the attention of any man at the bar. At 5'5 and 160 lbs., Janine loved knowing she could carry off a slut look.
The outfit she would wear was laid out on her bed. Janine chose the push-up bra, followed by a low-cut red blouse that perfectly highlighted her 36C breasts. She pulled on a black shiny miniskirt with a wide black belt, then slid black hosiery up her shapely legs. Turning back to the mirror, she lifted a leg onto the dresser and sensually caressed her calf, thrilled with the look of her red nails on the sheer black nylon. Smiling, she slid on a pair of bright red classic pumps with 5-inch heels that perfectly matched her blouse and completed her outfit with a black button-up jacket. She looked like sex and she knew it.
David walked into the room and instantly felt his 7-inch cock stir.
"My God, Janine, you look like you're ready to fuck the first guy you see!", exclaimed her husband of fourteen years.
Janine laughed and sat down on the bed, extending a stockinged leg in the air. David stared at the bright red heel and slowly let his gaze drift up to her chest. He finally rested his eyes at her mouth, where she was casually sucking on a red-tipped index finger. Her red lips around her red-tipped finger made him want to shove his dick in her right then and there.
"I don't know about that", Janine replied in a husky voice. "I want to play for a long time tonight!"
David knew what that meant. One of Janine's favorite games when she was in this kind of mood was to go to a bar, sit alone in one of the stools, and make a big show of crossing her nyloned legs. She'd lean forward, showing off her ample cleavage to anyone who glanced her direction. She'd slowly recross her legs, allowing one of her pumps to dangle precariously. Once she had her drink, she would stare out over the crowd and slowly stir it, often running her tongue up and down the straw as though it were the shaft of a hard cock. From there it was just a matter of time before some horny guy approached her, setting the stage for an evening of cockteasing. David would sit a discreet distance away, watching his sex-crazed wife squirm on her barstool as guys crowded around her. That would be the game tonight, and David could barely keep his eyes off of his sex-candy wife as they drove. After what seemed an eternity, they pulled in to the parking lot.
Janine made David wait outside while she entered the bar, feeling the gaze of several men as she clicked her way to a barstool. The bartender stuttered a bit when he took her order, his eyes drawn to her breasts. The overweight white middle-aged guy to her left glued his eyes to her, staring hard at her stockings and the garter clip that revealed itself just beneath the hem of her skirt as she crossed her nylon-encased legs for the first time. Janine slowly brought a red nail up to her lips, pretending to be disengaged as she wrapped her tongue around it as though lost in thought. The stool to her right, which had been empty, was now occupied by a twenty-something nerdy guy who was fascinated by the mature vixen beside him. Yes, her evening was definitely going to be a great escape from the ordeal of everyday life.
David walked in and looked for her. He immediately saw that she had already attracted attention. At a table in front of the bar, a group of guys – probably on some kind of boys night out – were openly gawking at Janine as she dangled a red pump. The bartender put a drink in front of her and she made a big show of leaning forward to take it, giving the bartender a good view down her low-cut blouse. She then turned around to face the group of men, all of whom had long since given up any pretense of conversation. Suddenly, Janine knew what she wanted.
Turning to the fat guy on her left, she put a hand on his thigh, brought her red lips to his ear and whispered: "I can see you want me. Too bad. But I hope you'll watch what I'm about to do. I want you to jerk off for me when you get home." The overweight guy gasped and nodded dumbly.
