The day felt like it was dragging on forever. Every time she looked at the clock, it was only
minutes later than the last time she looked at it. All she could think about was the mystery
surrounding tonight’s trip to the city. She just couldn’t seem to focus on much else. Nervously pacing about; picking up around the
house and doing other menial tasks was the only release she had for her nervous
Finally, the antique grandfather clock in the foyer struck
4 o’clock with four resounding gongs. Attentively
counting the gongs in her head, her heart fluttered when the fourth one rung
out. She knew that meant it was time to
get ready for Charles. Springing up the stairs,
she slipped out of her sundress and went back into the bathroom. Sitting at her custom-built make-up table,
with its perfect lighting and multi-angled mirrors, she went to work getting
ready. Her naturally beautiful
complexion needed very little make-up.
After applying some eyeliner, a faint touch of blush and some bright
lipstick, which she took great care to apply perfectly, she was very pleased
with her reflection in the mirror.
Next, she went to work styling her gorgeous hair. Using a few damp-set curlers and a fat curling
iron, she had no trouble making her thick hair look even fuller and sexier than
it already did. Finally finished with
her beauty preparations, it was time to put on the ‘outfit’. Walking back into the bedroom, she retrieved the
dress, shoes and thong from the closet and carefully laid them on the bed. With her heart beginning to beat a bit faster
now, she lowered her panties to the floor and tossed them aside. Next, she retrieved the tiny silk thong from atop
the bedspread and slid the dainty black cover and strings up her long sexy legs,
before carefully maneuvering the tiny triangle into position. Just barely big enough to cover her freshly
shaven mound, the silky patch looked incredibly sexy.
Staring down at the tiny dress now, she took a deep
breath before she released her bra, tossed it onto the bed, and then leaned
forward to pick up the dress. The tiny
black cocktail dress was very light and thin.
While she knew it would look very sexy on her, she also knew it would be
VERY revealing without a bra. After
carefully slipping it on, she tried to make several adjustments to get it just
right. It was a perfect fit for her
remarkable body, and it really did accentuate her large and firm breasts
exactly as she expected it would. Her
repeated attempts to make small adjustments to slightly reduce the visual
impact of her spectacular globes just didn’t work. There was just no way to do that and keep the
hem below her tiny thong. The dress was
clearly intended to fit and perform such that it revealed her most sexy bodily
assets. From her large projecting
breasts to her long sexy legs, she was a sight to behold for sure.
Walking back into her large closet to use the full-length
mirror on the back wall, her heart began to flutter again when she saw her
reflection. She knew she looked
absolutely stunning! Her long legged
frame was certainly a perfect fit for the sleek dress, and she just couldn’t
take her eyes off her impressive breasts.
Unsupported, although she really didn’t need any when standing still,
she knew her large globes would put on a spectacular show when she walked,
especially in the stilettos Charles had provided.
She was very aware that her chest was the focal point of
the outfit as the thin fabric clung to every sexy curve of her slender and fit
body. Leaving nothing to the
imagination, she felt fortunate that her ‘girls’ sat so nicely on her chest. She knew that most women with breasts the
size of hers couldn’t even come close to pulling this off!
Still scanning herself in the mirror as she rotated
side-to-side to get a better view, it began to happen… Just as she knew they were destined to all
evening long, her impressive nipples began to stiffen and extend. With her unusually long nipples pressing
outward through the thin fabric, not even the little bumps on her areolas were concealed
by the sexy material.
While doing her best to control her building anxiety over
being seen in public like this, she suddenly heard Charles’ voice ring out from
the bottom of the nearby stairs. “Maryann, I’ll be waiting for you in my den!”
His voice startled her, as she hadn’t heard him return
home. Glancing over to the clock, she could see it was 4:55 p.m., nearly the
appointed time for Charles to inspect her in the outfit.
Quickly returning to the bed, she retrieved the high-heel
shoes and slipped them onto her sexy manicured feet. Regaining her balance atop the tall pencil
thin heels, she strolled over to her dresser and applied some of Charles’
favorite perfume to her neck and wrists. Taking a deep breath, with an increasing level
of uncertainty, she started for the bedroom door.
Immediately her eyes were drawn down to her slightly
swaying breasts as she stepped across the bedroom’s carpeted floor in the
unfamiliar shoes. Trying to find a pace
that minimized the effects on her unsupported breasts, the gorgeous woman found
her groove, until she made it to the stone tiled hallway outside the bedroom.
With her next steps, she heard the amplified effects of
the heels on the hard surface, and felt the movement of her unencumbered
breasts. Immediately, the sound of her narrow
heels clacking on the stone floor echoed loudly with each step she took. With her weight now focused on the tiny
surfaces of the shoes’ heels, it was a highly distinctive sound. She knew how that sound attracted a man’s
attention, and she figured Charles could certainly hear her approaching. Now taking her first step down the hardwood
stairs, there would be no hiding her advance as she clunked her way down the
many steps. Glancing down over her
bobbling breasts to be sure she didn’t miss a step, her heart was now beating
at a more rapid pace.
Holding on tightly to the handrail, she finally made it
to the bottom, not far from the door to Charles’ den. Regaining herself, she tugged gently on the
hem to re-adjust her dress, which had ridden up some while walking down the
stairs. Stepping forward once again, she
did her best to walk in a sexy stepping motion as she approached the den’s open
door. Knowing that Charles would be
focused on her entrance, she wanted it to be a memorable one.
As she approached the threshold, she smiled and walked
in. Glancing about, she quickly spotted
him sitting at the furthest point from the door. Clearly, he wanted to see her cross
the entire space. Noticing his smirking
and excited eyes scanning her sexy body, she could feel her nipples tingling
once again in response to her husband’s gleaming eyes. Helpless against the highly sensitive response
of her lively pleasure buds, she knew it was going to be a long night. She loved it when Charles soaked in her natural
beauty and form, but she wasn’t sure how comfortable she would be when others began
to take in the sight of her gorgeous body underneath the highly revealing
Noticing that she had begun to slow her pace as she drew
closer, he spoke out. “Come, come close, my pet. I want to get a better look at you.”
Stepping to within three feet of his chair, she stopped
and posed rather sexily for him, and quipped. “Do you like what you see? Have I met all your expectations, honey?”
With a slightly sterner look in his smirking eyes, he
responded, “Yes, yes I do like it very much, Maryann. However, I’m not happy with your rather casual
response to me. I thought you understood
this evening’s formalities!”
A little taken aback by her husband’s blunt comment, her
eyes widened as she replied in a stutter, “I-I’m s-sorry, Sir. P-Please forgive
Smiling once again, he said, “Yes, I will, this ONE time.
But do not forget our new protocols for
the remainder of the evening!”
With her already stiff nipples tingling with excitement,
she lowered her eyes slightly and replied, “No, no, Sir, I won’t.”
“Good! Now cross
your wrists behind your back and turn around slowly for me.”
Performing exactly as she was instructed, she knew that Charles’
assertive and demanding behavior was beginning to have an effect on her. Feeling as if she was living out one of her
most secret fantasies, she could feel the moisture between her legs begin to
For Charles, the vision of his gorgeous wife was
remarkable. She had an age defying body and
that little black dress brought it out in all its glory. Her long slender legs were so smooth and shapely;
there was never a need for her to wear stockings. In his opinion, not even a pair of sexy
fishnets could make her spectacular legs look any better. Before she finished her full turn, he was
pulling at the front of his button-fly jeans to make room for his expanding
Coming to a stop and facing him, she waited for him to
speak before she did anything further.
“Hmmmm, very, very, nice!
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you look quite so sexy. I expect you’ll be a big hit tonight.”
Staring down across her jutting bust line, she replied
nervously, “Thank you, Sir.”
She had no idea what ‘big hit’ truly meant, but for some
strange reason it sounded good to her.
Motioning her closer with two fingers, Charles said,
“Come… kneel before me.”
After taking another step forward, she carefully lowered
herself to her knees between his. Glancing
downward, she couldn’t miss the impressive bulge in his pants. Shaped to accommodate the impressive outline
if his man-pole, she could see his excitement continuing to build as she stared
“Don’t be shy. Unbutton
my fly and coax it out!”
“Yes Sir. Thank
you, Sir,” she replied rather enthusiastically.
She loved the look and feel of Charles’ perfectly shaped
penis. Working quickly to release the
buttons on the front of his pants, she was surprised to see he wasn’t wearing
any underwear. That was unusual for
Charles, but she was quite pleased. It
didn’t take long for her to release his expanding beast from its confines. Springing outward and quickly engorging to its
full width and length, her eyes lit up as she began to stroke his ribbed cock
with her soft hand.
Stroking and twisting her hand around his shaft just the
way he liked it done, it soon felt like a piece of pipe in her hand. Wanting desperately to slip her mouth over
his smooth bulbous crown, she began to lower her open mouth to engulf his knob,
when he suddenly called out. “Did I ask you, or give you permission; to place
your mouth on my cock?”
Suddenly feeling deprived of something she enjoyed so
much, she froze then slowly rolled her head and eyes upward as she said, “N-No
After a prolonged pause, while she continued to stroke
his man-pole, she eventually asked her husband rather sheepishly, “May I take
your cock into my mouth, Sir?”
“No, you may not! We
need to leave for the city; we don’t have time for that right now… Besides, we
have a long night ahead of us; you’ll have your opportunities!”
“I understand, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.”
As he began to shift in his seat in preparation to stand
up, she released his cock, slid back some, and watched him tuck it away before
re-buttoning his fly, only several inches from her wide glaring eyes. And the fact that he said ‘opportunities’, as
in plural, did not go unnoticed by Maryann.
Charles was dressed in expensive black jeans, a gray silk
button-down shirt with a white collar, and a pair of imported Italian loafers. He was certainly dressed very differently from
his typical attire for an event in the city, which made her feel somewhat
“Follow me; Patrick is waiting out front for us with the
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she rose to her feet.
“And, you WILL cross your wrists behind your back
whenever you’re walking or standing this evening. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand,” she replied as she immediately
placed her arms behind her back and crossed her wrists. In ways she hadn’t expected, the command that
her husband now took over her was quite thrilling.