Togetherness

Karen examined herself in the full-length mirror. Considering she had just turned 40 she was very pleased with how things looked. Her breasts were still firm and jiggled somewhat, her skin wasn't yet showing signs of all those summers spent getting a deep tan, only an occasional grey hair peeked out from her light strawberry hair and to top things off, her butt wasn't sagging.

She laughed out loud at that last thought. Of all the things she had to be happy for she was most happy that she didn't have a sagging ass. How silly was that? Twisting her body slightly so she could look one last time at all areas of her figure in the mirror she turned on the balls of her feet and practically skipped to her bureau where she grabbed a bottle of her 'special' perfume. Holding the glass bottle at arms length and pointed slightly upwards, she gave a firm press of the button. Taking three steps forward she walked into the mist, letting the fragrant particles fall onto her nude body.

As the tiny drops alighted on her breasts she felt an instant cooling sensation which aroused her nipples. She held this position, arms back, breasts forward, for just a moment until the feeling passed. She sighed as her pulse settled down and put the bottle back in its place.

She had been planning this evening for weeks, careful not to let her husband know what she had in store. Fortunately one of her single, and younger, coworkers had helped her accumulate what she wanted. Deb had been more than happy to assist in this deception. She had even been gracious enough to order everything on her credit card and have the goods delivered to her house. Karen, to keep her husband in the dark, repaid Deb in cash and helped her out when she could at work. She even got a few pointers on how to proceed during the event.

Now that she had taken care of the first part she walked to the bed and looked down at the few pieces of clothing lying there. Butterflies started to jump in her stomach and were quickly followed by involuntary giggles. She felt like she was back in high school, giddy with excitement.

She still had an hour before Steve came home so she didn't have to hurry. She had spent the whole day at home preparing the house, strategically placing candles about the living room and ensuring that everything was just so. Steve thought she had gone to work like normal but she had waited up the street until she saw him leave before returning home and arranging everything.

After she had prepared the house she had done some work on herself as well. Taking a pointer from Deb she had taken a long, hot shower and after applying lotion to her skin had taken out a pair of small sewing scissors and carefully trimmed her pubic hair.

After trimming she took out an electric razor she had purchased and shaved off all her hair except for a wide trail which led straight to her pussy. She had debated about going completely bald but felt that the sight of a nude pubic region on a woman her age might turn her husband off. Deb had told her to go for it but as she was already moving out of her normal routine so she didn't want to push things.

Reaching down she picked up the first item she had ordered; a pair of black, lace silk panties. She had spent time looking on the internet for just the right ones. When she found what she wanted she had emailed the link to Deb who ordered them for her. Practically see-through, they sat high on her hips and dove down in a V-shape between her legs. The back was not the thong back that Deb had suggested but one which covered half of her asscheeks while still offering a tantalizing view of what was there. As she pulled the pair on she felt a small tingle of electricity run up her legs as the supremely soft material caressed her legs before nestling into position. Karen ran her hand over the front and back to smooth everything out before she continued.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the next item; a pair of sheer silk stockings. No, not stockings, what were they called she pondered. Her giddiness was affecting her thought process. All she could think about was the evening to come. Looking at the package she read the words 'stay up' and laughed. The answer had been in front of her the whole time.

With a reverence similar to that of handling a priceless work of art she removed the individual pieces from the package and laid them out on the bed. She checked her nails one more time to make sure they weren't chipped before taking the first piece of hosiery and rolling the top down until it met the toe. Then, in a slow and deliberate manner, she unrolled the material up her leg.

Coming from the old school, Karen had always worn pantyhose. Not that she hadn't thought about wearing stockings with a garter like all the women on tv seemed to wear. She had just never gotten around to doing so, even when she and Steve had dated. Now, as the last of the gossamer-like hose covered her leg she wondered why she hadn't done this sooner. She lifted her leg slightly and extended it so she could run her hands up and down it to check for fit and smoothness. She admired how the nearly invisible material gave her leg just a hint of color yet felt like she wasn't wearing anything. Adjusting the wide lace band which sat high up her thigh she felt that tingling of electricity running up her leg again. Taking a deep breath she repeated the procedure on the other leg.

Now, for the final piece. Standing up, Karen reached for the black dress and stepped into it, lifting it into position. Sliding it over her hips she took hold of the thin strap and placed it over her head and onto the back of her neck. She adjusted the position of her breasts before twisting her body left and right so the dress fell into place.

Kneeling down she pulled a box from under the bed and lifted out a pair of black heels. Slipping the shoes onto her feet she walked to the mirror to examine the final product. Not bad. The dress was snug on her upper body but loosened as it neared her hips. The hemline was a handwidth above her knees, showing off her legs which looked even longer now that she was in heels. The halter top exposed her arms and shoulders which she knew Steve would love. He always liked kissing her on the shoulders while standig behind her.

The back of the dress came to just below her shoulder blades. Sexy enough to show off some skin but still appropriate enough to look elegant. Her short hairstyle exposed her neck which seemed even more elongated as it joined her exposed back.

Without warning she heard the lock of the front door being opened. Panicking she quickly closed the bedroom door. She hadn't expected Steve home this early. Glancing at the clock she saw he was half an hour early! He was never early.

She waited, listening as Steve closed the front door. She heard his footsteps on the tile floor before they disappeared as he walked onto the carpet in the living room.

"Steve?" she asked. Her heart was pounding both from the unexpected turn of events and the realization that her weeks of planning were almost about to happen.

"Yeah, it's me," Steve replied. "Where are you? I thought you wanted to go out tonight?"

"I'm finishing getting ready," Karen replied as calmly as she could. She stood right behind the bedroom door, holding it shut.

"How long do we have?" Steve asked. He had been kept in the dark as to where they were going to eat and had long ago learned not to question things when his wife made arrangements. Having one less thing to worry about sat well with him as his normal work routine consisted of nothing but making decisions. They made a good couple. Each contributed something to the relationship without overpowering the other.

"We still have time. Why don't you get a shower. I'll be ready before you're done."

"Sure, why not. Let me get out of this stuff and I'll make it a quick one."

Oh crap. She heard his shoes on the wood floor in the hallway leading to the bedroom. Dashing into the bathroom attached to the bedroom she closed the door and locked it. She had thought he'd leave his suit coat on the sofa and change in the main bathroom but instead he was coming this way.

She waited while he undressed and didn't come out until she heard the shower running. Stepping as quickly as she could in the heels she grabbed her black purse off the bureau and made for the living room to do one last check. Above the fireplace, on the mantle, she had placed three large candles. On the table next to the sofa was another large candle and on the coffee table was still another. Five candles. As she looked around at the dimensions of the room she hoped they would be enough.

She heard the shower turn off and walked into the kitchen so he wouldn't see her when he went into the bedroom. She waited patiently as he went through his routine and didn't move until she heard Steve coming back down the hallway towards the living room. As he came into view she stepped forward so the sound of her heels on the tile floor caught his attention.

Like a deer in the headlights Steve came to a halt, his eyes wide, his mouth falling open. The late afternoon light streaming through a break in the curtains of the front window was bathing Karen in a beam of light which seemed to be destined only for her.

"What?" she coyly asked, knowing full well why he was staring.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Steve rhetorically asked.

Karen laughed in that style which was hers, appreciateive of the comment and yet slightly embarassed by it.

"You're just saying that," she taunted.

"No, I'm not. You are absolutely gorgeous." Pausing a moment to take in the sight of his lovely wife he continued, "Shall we?" Extending his elbow for her to take, Karen walked over and tucked her arm into his before the two of them left for dinner.

She knew she had chosen the correct dress for the evening. Whenever he had the chance Steve would take his right hand off the steering wheel and lay it on her knee which was always exposed as was part of her thigh. Everytime he rubbed the silk material she felt a surge of excitement run up her leg, causing her to become aroused each time the act was repeated. Sometimes Steve's hand would stray a bit under the hem of the dress and he would use his finger to rub the inside of her thigh.

It was hard not to squirm with delight when he did this but she would grip the door handle with her right hand while gently taking his hand in her left hand and holding it tight until he had to put it back on the steering wheel. She wished she could let him continue with his toying but she had other plans.

The ride to the restaurant took only twenty minutes but it seemed too short a time for Karen. Between the delight of Steve playing with her and the knowledge of what she had planned for the evening the trip was over before it started. She had requested a table outside and off to the side so she and Steve could act like school kids without interrupting anyone elses dinner.

The dinner proceeded like most other dinners; the waiter pretending they were the most important people on the planet and they pretending that he actually cared. Steve did order a bottle of wine and the first glass she was poured was emptied in a short time. She needed to calm herself and resorted to the only method at hand.

By the end of the meal the effects of the half bottle of wine she had consumed were making their presence known. She still felt giddy but this was due to the wine and not the excitement of the evenings plans. Fortunately she didn't stumble in her heels when they left the restaurant and once in the car she asked that the windows be rolled down. The cool evening air rushing into the car felt wonderful as the warmth from the wine coursed through her body. She laid her head back onto the seat and soon felt Steves hand on her knee and then under the hem of her dress. This time she didn't stop him. She let him rub her inner thigh, delighting in the feeling of him being so close to her.

She could feel herself becoming aroused. The heat between her legs grew with every touch of her husbands finger on her leg. She sat a bit lower in the seat to allow Steve to work his hand further up her thigh and spread her legs slightly. While the position was a bit awkward Steve obliged and his hand pushed back the hem of her dress, exposing even more of her leg. As his hand inched its way ever higher she suddenly realized she couldn't let him go any higher. She couldn't let him know, not yet at least, what she had on underneath.

With a start she grabbed his hand and sat upright in the seat.

"What's the matter," Steve asked, somewhat taken aback by her sudden change of attitude.

"Nothing. I just felt that that's enough for now. We have all night to play," she cooed.

Steve accepted that answer. He was like that. When it came to work he wouldn't take no for answer but when it came to his wife he had too much love and respect to do anything she didn't want to do. Which is why she loved him so and hoped this evening would bring them even closer together.

The ride home seemed to take forever. Why was that? She desperately wanted to be in a more comfortable place and pick up where they had left off but time seemed to drag. Finally they pulled into their driveway and parked in front of the garage where her car was. Climbing out of the car Steve waited while Karen came around to him and placed his hand on her exposed back to guide her towards the door while giving her shoulder a light kiss.

For a second the feel of his warm hand on her back offered a sharp contrast to her skin which had cooled down on the ride home. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth work its way through her body before she accepted the guidance and the two entered their home.

"Why don't you have a seat on the sofa," Karen said once they were inside and had turned on just the living room lights. "I think we still have some wine in the refrigerator if you want to open a bottle."

"Another bottle?" Steve asked. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me," he joked.

"Now would I do that?" she asked over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom. Steve watched his wifes hips move from side to side, the sight livening his spirits.

Steve didn't reply but removed his coat and laid it on the kitchen table before loosening his tie and seeing if there was a bottle of wine he could open. Finding a pale red from a local winery which he knew she loved, Steve deftly opened the bottle and poured a glass for each of them. Taking the glasses he placed hers on the coffee table before he sat down on the sofa and started sipping his drink.

Karen appeared a short time later and as she came down the hallway she dimmed the living room lights. She slowly walked over to Steve, in a manner she had picked up from Deb, her hips swaying gently with each step, one foot in front of the other, and took up her drink. Taking a sip she sat down in Steves lap, her left arm hooked around his neck and resting on the top of the sofa.

"My my, aren't we feeling a bit frisky tonight?" Steve asked, wrapping his right arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

"I can't be frisky?" Karen replied, her lips forming a pout.

"Of course you can. I wouldn't have it any other way," Steve said in that knowing way he had before taking another sip of his drink.

Reaching behind her, Karen laid her drink on the end table, gave Steve a quick kiss and got up. As she did she wiggled her hips in his lap, giving him an added bonus. She walked over to the fireplace and took up the pack of matches she had previously laid there and struck one, the light flaring briefly before settling down to a steady orange flame. Using this one match Karen lit each of the candles on the mantle before she had to extinguish it. She then turned off the lights before striking another match and lighting the candle on the coffee table and the one on the end table.

Now the room was filled with a lustrous orange glow as the flames from each candle mixed with one another. Laying the book of matches down she walked back towards the bedroom.

"Um, where are you going?" Steve asked, somewhat confused as to what she was doing.

"Close your eyes," she said. "Don't open them until I tell you."

Without questioning why Steve did as he was told, taking another drink from his glass. He heard Karens heels clicking on the wood hallway floor before she entered the bedroom and then nothing. Confused, he took another drink then heard her coming back down the hallway.

"Open your eyes," he heard her say softly. Doing as he was told Steve opened his eyes and beheld a figure of beauty. There, standing just a few feet from him was his wife wearing only her panties, stockings and heels. The light from the candles accentuated her hair and made her skin seem as if it were poured cream.

Unable to form any coherent sentence Steve simply stared at this goddess.

Taking his lack of words as her cue Karen slowly walked across the carpet, hands behind her back so her breasts stood out, her hips swaying in that mesmerizing manner that women can do. She stopped a foot away from him and knelt, spreading his legs so she could rest her arms on his thighs and looked into his eyes.

Without a word Steve leaned forward and placed his glass on the coffee table before taking his wifes face in his hands and kissing her. Their juices mixed as each found one another, pulses beating in time to the other. The smell of her perfume mixed with his own masculine smell aroused her and she spread her legs slightly to release some of the heat she could feel building between her legs. Karen moved her hand up to Steves lap and felt him hardening. She squeezed gently and then backed away, disengaging from his kiss.

Pushing him away so his back was against the sofa cushion she found the zipper to his pants and in a slow, deliberate manner unzipped him. Reaching her hand inside the flap she felt his member pushing against his underwear and realized she wouldn't be able to release him in this condition. She grabbed his belt and undid his buckle before opening his pants. Now she reached inside and pulling his nearly erect cock into view she looked into his eyes before she ran her tongue down the underside.

Steve gave a sharp inhale as the sensation of her slick tongue dancing over his manhood sent a sensation of delight through him. Karen had given him blowjobs before, she wasn't adverse to them, but something about this whole evening had heightened the pleasure. Whatever it was he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Steve didn't have a huge cock which was just as well with Karen. She'd read stories about some women who wanted the biggest guy they could find but after doing some 'research' on the web she decided that Steve was just the right size for her. She could almost take him completely with a minor bit of work and, more importantly, without choking even though she could feel him hit the back of her throat. It had taken her some time to get the knack of relaxing her throat and now was comfortable sucking him off.

After she had finished licking him from top to bottom Karen paused a moment before she took him in her mouth. The slightly salty precum she had grown used to was quickly dispatched and she got down to work. She raised up on her knees to get a better position but still kept her legs apart. Now that she was working him over she felt her own need growing.

While her left arm lay across his thigh, her right hand held him in place. Slowly she lowered her lips over his cock, her tongue licking his shaft all the while. When she reached the bottom she reversed direction, going just as slowly up as she had down.

"Oh my god!" Steve cried. His hands were now on her shoulders, trying to force her down.