The Blissful Life Of A Suburban Housewife!

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....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.