Thursday, January 29, 2009

The Blissful Life Of A Suburban Housewife!

I woke to the sound of birds chirping. I looked at the clock and saw it was 6:45 AM. Danny had rolled over and was soundly sleeping on his side. I was tempted to wake him for a good morning fuck but decided instead to take the opportunity to spruce up a bit. I quietly slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I would wait till later to shower but I brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth. I removed my tampon (Ouch!) and proceeded to give myself a much needed douche. Ahhh! That felt good! I slipped back into my red lace babydoll and was ready to slip back between the sheets with my lover when I decided to put my hair in pigtails. In just 5 minutes I had two sassy pigtails on top of my head tied off with lacy red ribbons. So adorable! I wanted to add a bit more sparkle to my pedicure so I grabbed a bottle of top coat and sat cross legged on the bed. He was still sound asleep. I carefully applied the clear coating to my red nailed little tootsies. I was just going over the events of the past 24 hours in my head. Could I ever go back pretending to be a boy again? School was starting in a few days. How would I handle that? This was a make or break year for me. I really needed to concentrate on my studies, particularly chemistry and business management. I also had to pick an elective. I should probably choose home economics. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Danny stirring from sleep.

He rolled over and opened his eyes. With nail brush still in hand I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. "Good morning, sleepyhead! Sleep well"? He yawned, scratched his butt and said, "What's for breakfast"? "Me, if you want"? He made a grab for me and I admonished him that my toe nails were wet. I managed to lay in his arms without undo damage to my pedicure. My hand instinctively found his cock and I began to fondle it lovingly as we kissed. It was responding nicely to my attention. I looked down to see my long red nails gently tickling his balls. "Mind if I eat first", I cooed in his ear. "Ladies first", he replied. I looked lovingly at his, now fully erect manhood. I gripped it at the base and licked at the head as if it were the sweetest lollipop in the world. And it was. I began taking it in inch by inch in my waiting mouth. Hmmmm! It felt so warm. So hard yet so deliciously soft. He whispered words of encouragement as I lovingly gave him a long sensual blowjob. I could feel him tense up and knew it wouldn't be long until he blew his load. I pulled it out of my mouth and started jerking him off. I looked him in the eye and said, "Give it to me baby, cum for me". When I knew he was at his peak I swallowed it again. I read somewhere that the first load of the day was the sweetest. Well it certainly was the biggest! My mouth was rapidly filling with his cum. I swallowed as quickly as I could but still couldn't take it all. I pulled my mouth off and continued jerking him, milking out the last drops. It was running down my hand and onto the sheets. What a waste! I dutifully licked up the last vestiges of my breakfast. Danny reached over and tugged on my pigtails. "Cute." was all he said. He headed for the bathroom and I began stripping the bed. We had another night together so I wanted fresh sheets. When he came out he began to dress. He said he was going to run home to check on things. I told him I'd make us a proper breakfast while he was gone.

I put on a pot of coffee for him and heated up a kettle for my morning cup of tea. I was preparing omelets when he came back. He told me he got a call from work asking him to come in for a few hours because they had a couple of call outs. He told them he'd do it. I was a bit disappointed and I pouted a bit while we ate. "It's only until 5 o'clock", he said. Well I guess that was okay. It would give me time to straighten up and make myself presentable for what I hoped would be a long night of love making.

After breakfast I headed up to take a shower. As I was adjusting the water I heard the stall door open and looked around to see him naked and with another full erection. "Must be my cooking", I thought. He sheepishly smiled at me and made a comment about not wasting water. I grabbed a loofah and began soaping him up, paying particular attention to his hard cock. He reached for my hips and rubbed his hardness on mine. I felt his hand cup my tush and felt a finger slide into my pussy. Ohhhhhhhh, heaven! "You're going to be late for work", I softly moaned. He was drawing his finger in and out of me. "Yeah", he said, "that would be a pity."

With that he turned me around and slightly bent me over. He guided his cock to my rosebud and in one swift motion impaled me. I let out a scream (of pure lust) as he pumped his cock in and out of my quivering pussy. Oh my God! Was this what real fucking was all about as opposed to making love? I felt a real good way. He was really letting me have it. I had to brace myself against the tiles to keep from slipping. It was exquisite. He pounded away for another few minutes. I was rubbing my overloaded clitty for all I was worth. My body was getting tingly all over. I could feel a big one beginning in my tummy. It felt sensational with the warm water spraying down on me. His big hard cock pumping in and out of my cunt was taking it's toll and I was soon cumming both from my clitty and that amazing full body sensation I first felt when he was nursing on my nipples. Finally with one big trust he came in my gaping hole. He groaned so loudl and so forcefully I thought the glass shower stall would burst! I was seeing stars! He pulled out of me just a quickly as he plunged into me. I sagged to my knees. He helped me stand and held me in his arms. "Wow, what was that all about,"? I mumbled. "You looked like you could use a good fucking and I 'm a little short on time right now." "Right, well...thank you", was all I managed to get out. "Wow", I thought, "he can get pretty aggressive when he wants". Shakily, I finished showering off and so did he.

When he left I began laundry and cleaning up the dishes. It was about 10 AM. With both the sheets and dishes in their respective washers I had a little down time. I was sitting in the kitchen flipping through a Victoria's Secret catalogue promoting an end of summer sale. Big reductions on swimwear. Hmmm. The bikini's were cute. Would be fun to have one. Suddenly I got the urge to slip into a bikini and lay out in the backyard to get some sun. I ran up to the spare room where some of Denise's clothes were still stored. As luck would have it I found a couple of her old swimsuits. One was a black and white strip one piece that I remembered her wearing a few summers back. Ah! The other was a two piece that would "suit" me nicely. It was white with little red hearts. The bottom was pretty skimpy so I'd have to tuck my clitty well back. The top was basically two triangle patches which would just cover my nipples. After pulling it on I clipped my hair high on my head and put on some lipstick to protect my lips from chaffing. I slipped into a pair of wedgies and headed out for a bit of well deserved sunbathing. After all, I had worked pretty "hard" already today. Not too much sun as I had very sensitive skin but just enough to get a bit of a tan line. In the kitchen I smoothed on some sunblock, grabbed some ice tea, a copy of Cosmo and a cordless phone. I stepped out the sliding doors and arranged myself on a chaise lounge. Of course I had on my new femme sunglasses. The sun felt warm and inviting on my skin. I gazed down my sleek smooth legs and wiggled my cute toes with their vibrant red polish. I glanced at my beautiful long fingernails feeling a twinge of regret that I'd have to remove them at some point tomorrow. Well, at least I could dig them in Danny's back tonight! I gave my Mom a call to check up on her. She didn't call me so I was a bit worried. When I got her on the phone she assured me that all was well. They'd all gone out to eat the night before and got home late so she didn't want to wake me up. She asked what I was up to so I told her I was doing laundry. "Good girl", she said. She's so sweet, isn't she? She said to expect her home around 9 o'clock Sunday night. That was good. Plenty of time to get the house, and myself, back in order. I then spoke with Denise for a bit. I missed her. We assured each other we'd carve out some time together around Thanksgiving. We'd speak before that. After we hung up I was idly flipping through my Cosmo. "This is bliss", I thought. I felt like a well pampered housewife. After a morning of really great sex here I was leisurely basking in the sun. It was one of the most happiest moments in my life. My "husband" was off to work and all I needed to do was to make myself as pretty for him as I could. After about an hour I heard the dryer go off and went back inside. Still in my bikini I made the beds and put all the clean dishes away. That reminded me that I didn't make any dinner arrangements. That wasn't good. I checked the fridge and decided it would have to be a potluck casserole dish that evening. I ate a light lunch, took another shower to rinse off the sweat. (Oops! Women don't sweat, we feel the heat!) Another thorough douching and I was feeling much better down there. Wow, could that guy fuck! I'm going to be walking funny when I go back to school on Tuesday. Since Danny thought my pigtails were "cute" I decided to braid them. No real need for the glamour girl thing tonight but I added all the appropriate war paint. A simple short denim skirt and a pink halter top would do.

I'd wait until he came home to start dinner so I made myself a cosmo and sat back out in the yard. Sipping my drink I again reflected on how much I loved the role of a housewife patiently waiting for her man to return from the world of work.

He came in around 5:30. I was on my second drink and was feeling a bit giddy. (Shouldn't drink in the sun!) I made him a drink and we chatted about the day. I asked what he would like for dinner when he asked if I'd like to go out somewhere. Out? I could do out! I've done out! Sure! Where? Just maybe for a drive to the beach. An early evening picnic. Bring some sandwiches. Sounded great to me. I wouldn't even have to change. He went off to take a shower and I busied myself pulling everything together. It took a strong will on my part not to repay the favor he did me this morning in the shower! It was only a short 30 minute drive to a spot we both had frequented in the past to go fishing. (In another lifetime, it seemed!) We knew we'd have some privacy. Maybe the occasional person walking their dog or something. We spent a glorious evening just sitting and talking, mostly about the upcoming school year. I brought along a thermos of cosmos and was getting a bit of a buzz. He nursed one single beer all evening. We ate egg salad sandwiches and basically enjoyed a romantic interlude. When the sun was on the horizon I was starting to feel a bit chilly. With our arms around each other's waists we made our way back to the car for the trip home. The combination of sun and alcohol had their effect on me and I was soon dozing with my head on Danny's shoulder. I could feel his arm draped around mine. When we got home he helped me into the house. He literally carried me up the stairs and laid me on our bed. (Yes, our bed!) He quickly stripped me naked. I was just sleepily enjoying it all. "Looks like someone got a bit of sun today", he said. Huh? I walked to the mirror and saw the results of my sunbathing that morning. Hmmmmm....nice girly tan lines! That woke me up a bit. Good thing we didn't have gym class in senior year! I was feeling more awake. I went in the bathroom and prepared for an evening of furious fucking. Just a slight touch up on my makeup and a spritz of #5. Danny was already naked when I came out wearing a short white nightgown. I knelt between his spread legs and took his gorgeous hard cock in my mouth. It was starting to feel quite at home there. Before I could get out of hand he pulled me away and laid me on my back. Hmmmmmm....we were going to make love again! Without a word between us he slowly entered me. Oh, I could get used to this. A slow and sensual fuck. Kisses on my neck, lips and breasts. It just felt so right. He had a lot a stamina and we fucked for what seemed like an hour. I had a few belly-gasims as I had come to think of them. When it came time for him to shoot his load I asked him if he would pull out and cum on my breasts. He did. Hmmmmmm! That felt nice. I rubbed his cum all over my little titties and licked it off my hand. I also cleaned every drop from his wilting erection.

We cuddled and rested. Hardly talking, just savoring the moment. My hand possessively rested on his spent manhood. Eventually he was showing signs of resurrection. We began some serious making out. I instinctively knew when the time was right. I got on my knees with my arms resting on the bed. He got up and scooted behind me. I just looked over my shoulder and said, "Fuck me." He entered me slowly like the last time. I let out a deep satisfied moan. Pretty soon he was pounding my pussy with every fiber of his being. In this position he was insatiable. Talking dirty, calling me his bitch, a cunt, a slut, a whore! It drove me to new heights of passion. Making love was great for the soul but this...! His thighs were slapping rhythmically against my cheeks. I would cry out every time they did. He was an animal and so was I. A real bitch in heat. The dirty talk was contagious. I'd scream out for him to fuck me hard, I was a slut, I was a whore. It was mind blowing. When he came, he came harder than the first time. I swear I could taste it in the back of my throat. After that we were both exhausted. My legs were so wobbly as I made my way to the bathroom to put my tampon in I had to sit on the toilet seat to regain my senses. He was lying on his back breathing hard. (911, I thought!) "Danny, what gets into you when we do it that way. Not that I'm complaining any"? "I don't know. It just feels right." As far as I was concerned it felt more than right. It was the most thrilling thing I'd ever experienced! It wasn't long before we were both dozing off for the night. Just to think that in a few short days I'd have to go back to being a high school senior and not this well fucked suburban housewife! Life is funny that way.

Monday, January 26, 2009

....And A Whore In The Bedroom!

As I entered the bedroom I paused and looked around. My wedding bed was just as I wanted it. I'd added extra pillows.I was feeling giddy. I began jumping up and down like a little girl who just received a pony for her birthday. Before disrobing I took out the bulb from my table lamp and replaced it with a pink one. Checking the results I was thrilled. Soft and seductive lighting. I took off my dress and carefully hung it in the closet. I slipped out of the red shoes and replaced them with my 6 inch stilettos. Sitting down at my vanity I looked over my face. Time to pump up the volume. I added applied more eyeshadow until my lids just screamed sex. I added my false eyelashes for a total "bedroom" eyes look. A little more blush and a heavier coat of luscious red lipstick and I was ready. I discarded my breast forms and applied some blusher to my nipples. They looked very tasty when I was done. I bent over and brushed my hair forward. When I whipped it back it looked just a bit fuller. I gave it a quick spritz of hairspray. I dabbed a little Chanel #5 behind my ears, on my wrists,behind my knees and right above my sculpted pubes. I sauntered over to the bed, arranged some pillows around me, fluffed up my hair and waited.

Alot of thoughts went through my mind. To think this all started with a simple game of dress-up between me and Denise twelve years ago and her I was dressed and made up like a sex goddess waiting to get her cherry taken by a childhood friend.

I heard a soft knock on the door. "Rita?' I lay back putting my arms bent at the elbows over my head in a pose of surrender. "Come in." He walked into the room closing the door behind him. We didn't say a word to each other all the time he was taking off his clothes but we never, for an instant, broke eye contact. He was as hard as I'd ever seen him. He walked over to the bed gazing down at me. He reached and took my hand. "I don't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. If you want me to stop at any time just tell me, okay?" I nodded. He lay next to me and began running his hands up my nyloned legs. Ohhhhh....did that feel nice. I held his cock in my hand noting how perfect it looked with my long red fingernails wrapped around it. Much nicer than last time. He began by kissing me on the neck. I was adrift in a sea of lust. He then began rubbing my breasts and nipples. I gasped in pure pleasure. I began stroking him ever so gently. I wanted no misfires. When he began licking them I went over the top. I could feel a tremendous jolt going from my breasts to my clitty. An intense sensation was building in my body. I never felt anything like it before. I was whimpering and moaning as the feeling built up. The sensations I was feeling in my breasts was incredible. My clitty was leaking. I was having an orgasm. A major one. And it was centered in my whole being. I was screaming with passion. He asked if I was okay. I looked at him like he was crazy. "Are you kidding?" I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed him for all I was worth. I moved my head down to his wonderful cock and took it deep in my mouth. "Easy..easy, sweetheart..we have all weekend", he said. I just looked at him through heavily lidded eyes and said, "Then fuck me...please I need you inside me so bad". I began getting on all fours with my pussy held up in the air. He stopped me. "No. I'm not going to fuck you..yet. I"m going to make love to you first." (What!?!) He layed me on my back and spread my legs. (Oh!!) He took notice of my rampant little clitty. "Does it bother you"?, I whispered. "Not at all", he whispered back. My love for him grew ten fold. He lowly lowered my panties and threw them over his head. I never felt more vulnerable. I had lubed my pussy well so I knew I was ready. He gave me an inquiring look and I just motioned to the night table. He found the lube and was ready to grease up when i took it from his hand. My job. I squeezed some out in my palm and gripping his cock rubbed it up and down until it was gliding with ease through my hand. He got back in position between my legs and raised them onto his shoulders.I never saw a more glorious site then my stocking covered legs with 6 inch heels draped over his shoulders. I was brought back to reality when I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my hungry little pussy. I felt him pushing at my little rosebud. He kept asking me if anything hurt I just closed my eyes shaking my head no. I felt a great deal of pressure and with a push his cockhead had entered my cunt. My eyes went wide as he slowly sank all 7 inches into my love tunnel. When I felt his pubes on my cheeks I realized I wasn't a virgin anymore. A door had opened and there was no going back...ever. He began to pull out when I stopped him. "No. Please just leave it there for a minute." I closed my eyes and just felt the fullness. We were one. After a bit he began a slow gentle fucking motion. I was oblivious to everything but the sensation of his hard manhood making love to my body.We kissed, whispering words of encouragement and love to each other. It was sheer bliss. He began to build up momentum and I could tell by the look on his face he was going to cum buckets in me."That's it, baby....give it to me...give me your cum....I want it up in my belly..make me pregnant...fuck me good, baby...oh, yesssss....". I was bucking my hips up to meet each thrust, gripping him with the muscles in my pussy. He was ready to let go. I could feel My own orgasm building in my tummy all the way to my toes. He let out a gasp and a grown and I could feel his hot juices pumping into me. The friction lessened and I could hear the gentle sloshing of his cum soaked cock in my pussy. I let out a scream which might have woken the neighborhood as my orgasm reached a new peak. It was mind blowing. Still, he kept hammering away. He must have stayed hard in me for another five minutes. Finally, with one last thrust, he stopped. We were both out of breath. He lay on top of me and we shared a long sensual kiss. He rolled off to the side and slid out of me. I felt empty without him in me. He mumbled that it was the most incredible feeling in his life. I just giggled and said, "Do I fuck as well as I cook"? "Oh, you can cook, honey, you can cook"! I got up and went in the bathroom. Staggered would be a better description. I looked at myself in the mirror. Did I look as different as I felt? Hard to tell with the amount of makeup on my face. I quickly inserted a tampon. I wanted to keep him in me. I stared at my reflection. He was in me. His cum was in me! I pulled my hair back in a band and began washing the makeup off my face. No need for that right now. It had served it's purpose. I did, however, put on fresh lipstick. (Wouldn't you?) I wet a face cloth with warm water and went back to bed. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed. I thought at first he was asleep. He peered at me through half closed eyes and said, "You're still beautiful." My heart swelled with love. His cock was lying on his belly. I was going to wash it clean when a devilish thought crept into my head. Why not? I grabbed his cock and licked him clean. He liked that.
I thought we might have another go but my poor pooty was a little sore. Oh well, we had all weekend. I brought us up the rest of the wine and we spent the time just cuddling and kissing and talking. Things sure moved so fast between us. I hoped it would last forever. I changed into a red lacy babydoll and we got under the sheets together spooning. His arm was draped over my breasts. I could feel his soft cock between my cheeks. "Good night, my darling husband". Goodnight, my darling wife".We both fell asleep like that. A good night indeed!

An Angel In The Kitchen.....

I began planning the very next morning. I sat at my vanity composing a list of things I needed to do that week. Shopping for some essentials was at the top of that list. I planned on visiting the same store I bought my eyelashes from since there seemed to be little interest from the salesgirl there. Here's my list:

Nail extensions, douche, tampons, panty shields, deodorant, cotton balls, eye makeup remover

I planned on doing my shopping the next afternoon. I went online to learn everything I possibly could about anal sex. I found alot. I put the emphasis on hygiene which has always been a big thing with me. I also checked on the correct way to insert tampons. Most of that day was spent "playing" with some of my toys to help stretch my pussy for when the time came. A woman's work is never done! Danny called me a few times to see if we could get together that evening. I said I'd love nothing more but begged off. I reminded him of his decision that we should be discreet. The real reason was that I wanted to create a sexual tension. In other words I wanted him horny as hell for our weekend. I'm sure he took care of himself in that department. (Thinking of me hopefully!)

The next day Mom was at a conference in another town so I had time on my own. It was an overcast and kind of chilly day for late August. I thought how nice it would be if I could shop as Rita. The more I pondered it the more I wanted to do it. I decided to go for it. I slipped on a tight pantie girdle that had padding on my hips and tush. I then slipped on a tight pair of powder blue jeans. Checking myself in the mirror I thought that I looked pretty good! I placed my falsies in my bra cups and put on a red and white stripped top with a scoop neckline. I pulled my hair back and secured it with a wide barrette that matched my jeans. It had four little pearls on it. I took out my studs and replaced them with a pair of button pearls earrings. I chose a pair of flats with a little white bow on the front. Heels would have been nice but let's be practical! A little foundation, liner, mascara, blush, subtle eyeshadow and a light reddish lip gloss completed my look. I found a embroidered denim jacket that Denise gave me and I was set. But I needed a bag! I didn't have one as I really didn't need one at that time. I checked my Mom's closet and found the perfect bag. I loaded the bag with some essentials and with my hand shaking on the door leading to the garage I left the house. My car was in the garage so I could just slip in and back out of the driveway. I was actually leaving the house in broad daylight. I knew I was breaking one of Mom's rules but I just had to do this. It was thrilling driving to the store. I felt so alive! When I got there I took a deep breath, opened the door and went in. They weren't very busy. Most of the customers seemed to be over by the pharmacy. I headed down the aisle to pick up my deodorant (Secret, of course) when I saw a guy stocking shelves. As I passed him I realized he was in my English class last year. Oops! I headed straight to no-mans-land, the cosmetic aisle. It was such a joy to be able to stroll up and down at leisure. Looking at the vast array of makeup items. On impulse I picked up a new mascara that had recently been advertised as giving the thickest, lushest lashes ever. (Don't they all, girls?) I'm a sucker for mascara promises. In short order I had the items I needed. As I was heading to the checkout I spotted a rack with sunglasses. I picked out a pair of ladies sunglasses rimmed with rhinestones. So adorable. I had to have them. Again the girl at the checkout barely gave me a glance. "Anything else"?, she asked. "Yes,please, a pack of Virgina Slim 120's". Cool! This was easy. I'd have to shop here more often!

I got back in my car and put on my new sunglasses. They looked great! On impulse I opened my purse and applied a heavier coat of lipstick in the vanity mirror. I lit up a cigarette and drove off. I was having a ball. I resisted temptation to head to the mall to shop for my own purse. I'd save that for another time. I made it home in no time shaking with excitement over my first shopping trip as Rita.

I spent the rest of the week cleaning house, going over recipes and stretching my pussy. I spoke with Danny about three times a day. He was so excited about the weekend. He wanted to come over but I kept telling him he had to wait until Friday night. To relieve his frustrations a little I'd talk dirty to him over the phone. Men are just so horny all the time! On Friday morning I was helping Mom get ready for her trip. She gave me all the usual warnings which I said I would obey. We gave each other sisterly kisses on the cheek and she was gone. Alone at last. Mom gone for the weekend and Danny in work until 5 PM. I went up to the master bathroom and filled the tub with hot water adding a generous handful of scented bath beads. I was going to have a nice long soak and do my nails. As I lay in the soothing bubbles I attached my nail extensions making them extend half an inch past my finger tips. When they were shaped and to my liking, I applied a deep red shade of nail polish. It took some time but I had plenty of it. It felt like it was my wedding day or as close to that event I'd ever get. Nice girly thought. When I was positive my nails were absolutely dry I drained the tub and showered off. I made sure that my body was totally hair free. There was no need to do a pedicure because Id given myself one the night before. I washed and conditioned my hair, moisturized and powdered myself off. I slipped into matching bra and panties, put in my forms and wrapped myself in a short satin kimono. I sat at my vanity and put my hair up in some jumbo rollers to give it the desired wave I sought. I slipped into a pair of low heel bedroom slippers and headed off to the kitchen.

I felt so grown up, so womanly. I wanted to get all the prep work and table setting for our meal that night done so I could concentrate on making myself beautiful for my boyfriend. I fantasized I was preparing a special meal for my husband. After which he would make love to me until the sun came up in the morning. When all was done I sat and relaxed. I poured myself a glass of Chenin Blanc, which I was going to pair with our meal. (shrimp scampi, remember?) I took a sip of the wine and noticed something missing. Hmm, forgot to put on some lipstick. I rectified that in a hurry. I lit a Virgina Slim admiring the lipstick print on both it and the glass. I was lost in thought. "This is really going to happen!" I was going to get laid in just a few hours. What would it be like. Well I had some ideas. As the saying goes...Be an angel in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom!

It was time to get the bedroom ready for tonight. It was late afternoon now and Danny would be here about 7:30. I prepped the bedroom by adding fresh sheets which i lightly perfumed. I laid out some items I would be wearing that night including a pair of 6 inch stilettos. Impossible to walk in but I wasn't planning a stroll around the block. Finally I sat down to put on my makeup. My plan was to go for a sophisticated evening look befitting a young lady out with her man on a dinner date. I would change that later in the evening. Foundation followed by a translucent powder that had a slight sparkle to it. I sculpted my cheekbones with a light magenta blusher making them pop out. As I stroked a sable pencil to highlight my brows I couldn't help but admire my long red fingernails. I thought they'd look even more gorgeous if I were wearing a beautiful ring. I got up to check my mother's jewelry case. I wasn't disappointed. I found her stunning ruby ring and slipped in on my finger. It was just the right touch. Matching earrings? Yes! Nice and dangly too! Now feeling even more like a princess I went back to finish my hair and makeup. Black liner and my new mascara which really did give my lashes a much lusher look. (Will wonders ever cease?) I did my eyeshadow in dark evening shades of a deep brown and gold highlights. I plugged in my curling iron as I took the rollers out of my hair. While that was getting to temperature I laid out my first item of apparel for the evening. I had ordered it online when we first made plans for this evening. A black lacy merry widow with matching little nothings for panties. He may have a heart attack. I made a note to myself to learn CPR. I styled my hair so it cascaded onto my shoulders in gentle waves. It was parted slightly to my left. I looked at the clock an saw it was going on 7PM. Time to get dressed.

I pulled on the merry widow and was thrilled with the way it molded to my body. I decided to insert my forms for a bit more fullness on top. I didn't plan on using them later that night. The panties left nothing to be desired. My clitty was very visible. I attached long black seamed stockings to my smooth legs and attached them to the four dangling garter tabs. I slipped into a short red cocktail dress that had at one time been my sister's. The fit was a bit tight but all the better, I thought. It did amazing things for my ass. The shoes were a bit higher then I planned on but they went well with the dress. Opened toed with cute little black bows on the front. I was just applying my lipstick when the doorbell rang. Still needed perfume. He can wait.

The look on his face when I let him in was priceless! Without words I knew my efforts had been worth it. He said I looked beautiful. (well, duh!) After a nice warm hug and a couple of soul searing kisses, I poured us a glass of wine and went into the kitchen to get our "wedding night" meal started. I donned an apron and began cooking. The meal he requested cooks up in no time. I also prepared a salad of baby greens and arugula with shaved Grana Padano cheese topped with a light anchovy dressing. I had to keep shooing him out of the kitchen. Men! I set the table with that very special occasion flair. Formal place setting with candles. Romance was very much on my mind. He excused himself and went out to his car. When he came back he handed me a long single stem rose. I was overwhelmed with emotion and could feel myself begin to tear up. I just threw myself into his arms and kissed him all over his face. "Wow", he said, "it's just a flower". Just a flower. To me it was the most touching gift I ever had. It meant more to me then if he handed me three dozen. I kept it in my lap all through dinner, which was excellent by the way. (Tooting my own horn!) He was equally impressed. "Gee, beautiful, sexy and you can cook." "Will you marry me?" My head snapped up. "Are you serious?" "I wish Iwas", he replied. After dinner we danced again to Patsy Cline, like we did on our first night together, and he nibbled my ear. I mentioned in previous posts what kind of effect that has on me. It was time to move the evening along. I could feel his hardness through my thin dress. "Darling?", I cooed in his ear while giving his cock a squeeze, "give me 20 minutes and come up to the bedroom. With that I turned on my heels and walked up the stairs to become a woman. I took the rose with me.