You will meet with a surprise this week.
No shit!
Penny had been on her own for fifty minutes now. What was taking her so long? He tossed aside the magazine and kicked off his shoes shoving himself up against the pillows, crossing his arms behind his head, gritted his teeth and told himself sternly to wait.
The bathroom door banged farther along the corridor, and a moment later Penny came around the bedroom door. She shut it firmly and turned on a pair of glossy black heels to look at him dispassionately. Harrington dragged in a much needed lungful of air as his eyes swept over his wife from head to foot and back again.
Penny was wearing a nineteen-fifties Betty Boop dress, a heart shaped bodice, a flared skirt, and a wide black belt, which cinched her waist into an impossible twenty-two inch circumference, teamed with a pair of arm length black satin gloves. Her dark hair was piled expertly on top of her head, and she had made up her face. Bright ruby red lips, kohled eyes, and everlasting long lashes with a kick of black liner from the corner of her eyes. The blood dropped from his brain straight to his dick. He dropped his hands and sat up straight.
Without a word she tottered across the room to the other side of the bed. She picked up her iPod and scrolled through her playlists. With a jab of her finger she selected some music, and the opening bars of something French and seductive was emitted from the surround sound system. She didn't speak, and Harrington watched her with hawk eyes while she took an occasional chair from the corner of the room and placed it in the space between their bed and the bedroom door.
The music volume increased, and the introductory bars faded. He watched as the ample hips of his beautiful wife began to sway and swish to the rhythm. Back and forth, a little shimmy, a pop of her ass and an arching of her back. Penny gazed at him from beneath those endless black eyelashes, and with a smile at the corner of her mouth her teeth caught the fabric of one of her gloves. Finger by finger she bit each on in turn and dragged the glove down her arm. Swish! She hit her side with the soft fabric and twirled the glove around teasingly tossing it over her shoulder as she repeated the gesture on its twin.
Penny gripped the back of the chair and arched over it exposing a tunnel of cleavage and two rounded mounds straining beneath her dress. Harrington clenched his hands into the duvet and watched mesmerized as she turned her back on him and unfurled her body so that her ass was standing pert and to attention. Reaching behind her she dragged the zipper of the dress down and delicately stepped out of it. She wore a champagne satin corset, bra and panties set beneath it, with nude suspenders tantalizingly ending mid-thigh, kept in place with satin ties. Penny rotated her hips and shook her ass, rolling her body back and forth over the chair. As she tossed her head, strands of hair came away from her up-style.
Pop went each suspender tie as she flicked them with her fingers. Raising a shapely leg she eased one shoe away and then the other. Standing on tip toe she danced and twirled around the chair.
"Penny," Harrington whispered hoarsely, fascinated by the exposed skin between her thighs and ass.
"Shush," was her gentle reprimand. Penny's eyes glowed at him with desire. He realized she was getting turned on, turned on by doing this for him, and his balls began to pulse. His dick throbbed, and all his concentration was spent on not shooting his load. Catching the button on his shirt collar he pulled haphazardly at the row of buttons and dragged his shirt off. The cool air did nothing to ease the heat racing across his skin. A sheen of perspiration glistened on his chest, and his dick chafed uncomfortably against the seam of his pants.
Penny ran her slender fingers down her legs and rolled her suspenders away. They were tossed aside, forgotten. She popped straight up and thrust her breasts out above the balconette bra. Swaying from side to side she rotated on the spot and pulled the ribbons holding the corset in place down the curve of her spine. One by one the hook and eyes at the front were opened by her dexterous hands. She slipped the corset from around her waist and dropped it to the floor. Mouth opening, mewling softly, she drew first one cup and then another down so that Harrington had a glimpse of diamond encrusted nipples. Pre-cum wet the tip of his dick. The bra was gone in that brief second it took him to blink.
Harrington could only stare as the tassels at the tips of her breasts swung around in exquisite abandon. He pushed forward on the bed and tore at his trouser zipper giving his dick some much needed space. Penny giggled and fluttered her eyes at him as her hands shimmied the little panties she wore down her legs, and still tip-toeing, she kicked the satin away. The diamond decoration decorated her mound, and a delicate chain of diamonds trailed over her hip and arrowed into the crack of her ass.
"Fuck!" he gasped as she bent over and clasped her ankles with her hands, and he had an uninhibited view of pink, wet pussy.
Penny unfurled and laid herself across the chair as the music reached its crescendo and ended with the sudden sharp drum sound.
For several moments there was silence.
Penny curled on the chair and sat up slowly as if she was suddenly coming back to earth from that magical, enticing place she had just taken them both to.
"That's it," she said on a strangled sound. "I didn't go as far as showing them so much. That was just for you." She watched him warily.
Harrington stood up and shoved his trousers off with none of the finesse his wife had just displayed. His engorged dick stood rigidly to attention as he reached for Penny and drew her down on the bed. Looming over her he took an experimental finger and played with the nipple tassel. A tremble went through her body underneath him.
"I'm buying you a wardrobe," he muttered his lips hovering over hers. "A large one. We're going to fill it with all your gear, and you're going to repeat that for me over and over and over again." He kissed her then, demanding she open her mouth, tangling his tongue around hers. He took a bit of her soul in exchange for his. As they broke apart, breathing heavily, Penny placed a trembling hand on his cheek.
"You're all flushed," she whispered, and he turned his head and drifted his lips over her soft palm. "This excites you?"
He grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah, it does." Harry nudged her legs apart with his knee and settled himself between them. He watched her beautiful face register how much her tantalizing strip strip-tease had excited him. She drifted her hands south and encircled his rigid length with her fingers. A moan of pleasure slipped from her throat.
"That much?"
"That much, babes." He ran his hands up over her torso, cupping her breasts together. "Fuck, your body is amazing." He ran his teeth over the tasseled nipples, suckled hard on them, exulting in the way they pebbled against his tongue. His excitement turned his eyes black. He pressed her harder into the mattress as he grasped her hips, while she wrapped those slender legs of hers around his back, and he sought home.
Harry pushed and entered her in one fluid thrust. There was no need for preliminaries. She was just as excited as he was. Her breasts were tight and pouting, her stomach muscles quivering, and her pussy glistening wet with arousal.
"Not this time, gorgeous," Penny gasped and shoved him with a strength he never would have thought his wife had until he found himself flat on his back with her straddling him.
"I think we both need a change. No more....."
"Vanilla?" he said helpfully.
"Missionary." Penny paused in the seat of his lap. "You think our sex is vanilla?" she asked quietly. She began to rotate her hips, her inner muscles clenching around him, her breasts bouncing as she slid up and down his shaft.
"Not anymore. It's never going to be vanilla again." Grasping her hips Harry thrust upwards hard and watched in fascination as the nipple tassels jiggled.
"Put your feet on my shoulders," he said rocking more determinedly beneath her.
"I can't sit on you! I'll crush you," she said, aghast.
"Penny, put your feet on my shoulders. Trust me, it will be fantastic." He watched greedily as she acquiesced, arched
her body and unfurled her shapely legs, until her toes were curled over his shoulders. Harry didn't give her a moment to think as he pistoned into her fast and furiously.
"Pen," he whispered, rearing up on the bed forcing her to take all of him in, feeling her body milk him as the tempo rocketed out of control. Seconds later she was screaming and crying and falling apart around him as her climax claimed her body. Harry gritted his teeth as wave after wave clenched and dragged on his dick, and with a muttered curse he spilled his seed into her. Penny fell backwards over his legs, and for long minutes the only sound in the bedroom was their ragged breathing as the blood pounded in their veins.
Finally feeling half human again Harry rolled and turned around to draw her into his arms. He trailed tender kisses along her bare shoulders, and his hands were drawn to playing with those infernally sexy tassels.
"We should have talked about what we wanted in bed," she said arching her neck so that he had better access to her breasts.
"What do you want, Penny?" His light touch danced over her skin.
"I like to be stroked," she whispered curling into him. "I'd like to be tied up."
Harry cursed. "Have you been tied up before?"
"No." She closed her hands over his and drew them south to the apex of her thighs. "It's just a fantasy that always excited me."
"What else?"
"I'd like to be put over a table and fucked from behind and maybe outdoors ... yeah, definitely sex outdoors."
"We should have had this talk months ago, but I'm glad it's happening now." Harry turned his wife on her stomach and began to stroke her back with long leisurely movements, his fingers circling the base of her spine, inches from where he knew she'd like him to stroke. He placed a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades and ran the palms of his hands over her rounded ass cheeks. He was going to have her again. He was going to live out every wanton fantasy she had for her.
For him.
"What do you want, Harry?" Her voice was lazy and seductive. He didn't need to think about the answer. It was the first thing to enter his mind. It was the thing that had brought the roaring heat into their bedroom. He quietly spoke the words.
"I want the tassels."
The End
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