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Getting Ready for Tom - A Hotwife Adventure

It was a typical Saturday. I spent the morning at the gym, had lunch with a girlfriend and spent the afternoon with my husband doing yardwork. My husband made sandwiches and turned on the TV, expecting me to join him in the lounge.

?I?m gonna take a shower,? I told him. My husband looked up in surprise, but he didn't say anything. I stripped off my clothes, turned on the radio and got in the shower. As I let the hot water run over my body, I thought about what I wanted to wear. I worked shampoo into my hair, soaped up my body and shaved my legs, though I really didn't need to.

Then I rinsed my hair and worked in the conditioner, While I waited to rinse out the conditioner, I carefully shaved my pussy. I usually just keep it trimmed, but this time I made sure it was completely smooth and free of hair. I ran my fingers over my labia, shivering at the silky sensuality of touching the sensitive bare skin. I briefly imagined what he would think of it. I had come to realize that younger men usually like shaved pussies, but I had not had a fling in several months and, when it is just Hubby, I let it grow out.

I came out of my reverie and rinsed my hair. Singing with the radio, I dried off and brushed my hair. I dried my hair, brushing it and making it soft and shiny. Once that was done, I called to my husband, ?Sweetie! Come in here, Please." Even though I knew he would obey me, I like to be polite.

Hubby came into the bedroom with a curious look on his face. As soon as he heard the hairdryer, he knew I had plans beyond watching TV with him. ?Sit down on the bed,? I told him, pointing behind me. I stood, naked, looking at myself in the mirror, seeing my loving husband waiting anxiously behind me. I could see the utter devotion in his eyes as he admired my ass. I knew he couldn't see much more than the lips of my pussy from where he sat, but I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

My husband never sees an average looking woman in her mid-forties when he looks at me. In his eyes, I am beautiful, a queen, a goddess. It wasn't always like that - I mean he always thought I was beautiful, but the submissiveness, the adoration only came about when heart problems left him unable to get an erection. My hubby was 15 years older than me and impotent. We tried the blue pills, the yellow pills, the sex toys, and he became a master at eating my pussy. But he knew he couldn't meet my needs and he slowly, but surely, became my little pussy eater. I think I love him more now than I did when he could fuck me all night with his beautiful cock. Eventually, at his urging, I started dating other people. It isn't always easy for me, and I don't do it that often. I take a lover once every now and then, usually at Hubby's urging. But today was different. Today, I had my own agenda.

?You know I went to the gym today?" I asked my husband without turning.

?Yes, my love.?

?Well, while I was there I met a guy. We started chatting while we did ellipticals and we ended up training together."

?OK," his curiosity was picqued. "Was he attractive??

?Yes, he's much younger than me, about 25, and very lean and muscular. You know how I love that.? He did, of course know that. Since I had started dating, I had developed a preference for young men with lean, muscular bodies - and nice cocks! I had come to love teasing Hubby by making suggestive comments any time I was a hot young guys. It drove him crazy with cuckold angst and, sometimes, actually got his wittol cock hard!

I began to apply her makeup in front of the mirror. ?So we worked out together. I have to tell you, I got turned on.?

?Really??

?Yes, he was so good looking and so nice. I saw him checking out my ass in the mirror when he thought I wasn't looking and, once or twice he put his hands on my shoulder or waist to help me work on my form. But mostly it was the eye contact, you know? How, when you look at someone and the physical attraction makes your pulse pound. We had that. I really had trouble concentrating.?

"I'm glad you got to work out with a hot young guy, but why are you getting dolled up?? I asked.

?Well, Tom-that's his name-asked me if I wanted to come over to his apartment, and I said yes.?

Hubby said nothing. I waited, knowing the thoughts, fantasies and jealousies that were running through his mind. He knew I was going to let this young stud give me what my husband couldn't. He knew that, if I really liked him, I might start dating him, spending several nights in his bed or even bringing him home and taking him to our marital bed. He was wondering if he would get to watch, or if I would even tell him the details. He was wondering if I was going to make him play host, cook for this new lover, bring him drinks, defer to him as an alpha male. It was kind of funny. When I first started dating other men, I didn't think a hot young guy would be interested in dating a married woman in her forties. I had learned differently.

The silence stretched out as I continued to get ready for my date, waiting for Hubby to respond. Finally he relented. "I'm glad you've finally decided to go on a date, my Queen." Good. He was assuming the submissive role. "What made you pick Tom?"

I giggled. ?What do you think? While we were working out, I could see this enormous bulge in his shorts. I wanted to see if it was as big as it seemed so, when we were in a corner of the weight room with no one else in sight, I just dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts down! I felt like such a slut! I still can't believe I had the nerve to do it. And I REALLY can't believe how big his cock is! It was semi-hard, probably from our flirting, and it dwarfs yours, Sweetie. Even when you could get hard, you never got as big as Tom is soft."

"When I saw it, my jaw fell open. I really wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare - not there in the gym with people all around. So pulled his shorts back up and looked up into his face. His smile melted me. He helped me to my feet and asked me if I wanted to come over to his place later and 'play with it.' I immediately said yes. Actually, I said, 'Yes, Please!' We finished our workout and I came home. I?ve been thinking about him all afternoon, and I can?t wait to get him in bed!"

Hubby looked anxious and excited, ?How long will you be gone?? he asked

"I'm not sure. Young guys can usually go all night long, can't they? But, if it doesn't feel right or he's a jerk... well, I?ll be home when I've had enough. Who knows, it might be 5 minutes, it might be 5 hours. It just depends.?As I spoke, I kept my eyes on the mirror in front of me, applying mascara. I was also watching Hubby. He seemed to be taking it very well. I guess he has finally come to accept our new relationship. But I knew I had to give him something too. I knew what he needed right then. He needed to serve me. I turned and gave him the sign to kneel by the bed. Then I stretched out on the comforter and spread my legs, opening my pussy for his worship. He was astonished to see I had shaved it completely bare and smooth. The surprised smile reminded me why I so lived my husband of twenty plus years.

"Like it? It seems the younger guys always prefer I shave it, and I want to make a good first impression with Tom. Now, be a good husband and get my pussy nice and wet for my date." My tone of voice made it clear I wasn't asking. It was an order.

Hubby obeyed immediately. He parted my smooth pussy lips to reveal my perfectly clean and hairless inner labia. He leaned forward and ran his tongue lightly over my pussy, lavishing his love and devotion on me, the wife who was preparing to cuckold him. It was so wicked, and delicious. I felt my heat rising and knew that, if I let him, Hubby would make me cum with his talented tongue. But that wasn't the purpose of this scene.

?Come on, stick your tongue inside and open me up for my young stud.? I ordered.

Of course my husband did as he was told and plunged his tongue as deep into my pussy as possible

?That?s a good boy, make sure my pussy is nice and wet. I want it to feel good for Tom.? I cooed.

Hubby put his hand underneath me and rubbed the wetness on my pussy lips. When he started to put his finger inside, I stopped him cold.

?Stop that! That?s not for you. Get your fingers out of my pussy!? I commanded with all the authority I could muster. I really wanted him to continue, to rub my G-spot, to make me cum. But I knew the humiliation and rejection in favor of my new lover would give him such bittersweet pleasure, would make him so eager to serve me later. And I knew that, when he did, he would give me as many orgasms as I allowed him to. So I was firm.

?You can only lick my pussy and make sure it's ready for my young lover. His cock still gets hard enough to fuck me. So it?s his pussy now. Is that clear??

?Yes Ma'am,? my husband responded submissively.

He continued to lick my pussy gently and lovingly. Looking down, I could see his wittol cock dripping and trying to get hard. It was so cute it made me want to laugh. But I held my tongue since I wanted him to continue to use his.

When I felt an orgasm starting to build up, I pushed my husband away. He gave a little moan of disappointment and resumed his kneeling position by the bed. I went back to the mirror, my back to Hubby again, and finished putting on my makeup. I put on my full-blown warpaint. This was a first date, and I didn't want Tom to think I wasn't putting out my best effort. I could see that watching me prepare so carefully for my young stud had my husband in cuckold rapture. He was practically quivering with excitement and jealousy. I basked in his adoration like a flower in sunshine. He really is a wonderful husband. I would have to reward him properly when I got home. The time of month was right. Maybe I would bring him a fresh creampie.

?Pass me my stockings? I ordered

Hubby looked to the nightstand and found the new black stockings I had bought that morning. He handed them to me and I opened them. I sat on the bed and raised one leg high, pulling the sheer black stocking on slowly and seductively while my husband writhed in pleasure. I repeated the process on my other leg, loving the feel of the silky material sliding across my foot, then my calf, then my thigh. I could tell by the look on my husband's face that he thought I was the sexiest woman in the world at that moment. Standing I crossed to my dresser and donned a black, lacy bra and pulled on matching panties. I examined myself critically in the mirror. A little tummy, but the muscles underneath were firm and toned. I knew I looked pretty damn good for a gal my age. I felt sexy as hell!

?Get my black pumps for me, Cucky.? I ordered my husband. He reached into the closet and retrieved them for me. My black pumps are not comfortable, and I only wear them from the closet to the bed, metaphorically speaking. But they add five inches to my height and pull my ass up into a tight round ball. I slipped them on, then looked in the mirror. It was me, but it was me transformed by the hairstyle, the makeup, the lingerie and the heels. No middle age housewife here. I looked like a woman who could make a man weep with desire or cry out with pleasure, depending on my mood. I looked fierce! I looked down fondly upon the meek submissive man kneeling at my feet. The woman I saw in the mirror was completely worthy of the adoration I saw on my husband's face.

I bent forward at the waist, applying a few finishing touches to my makeup and, by design, giving Hubby a long look at my ass. She spritzed my neck and thighs with my favorite perfume and pulled on the little black dress that completed my outfit.

?I hope Tom know how to use that big cock. The last couple of guys I went with were good lovers. But I haven't been properly fucked by a young guy with a really big cock since John. Remember Big John, Sweetie?? I asked Hubby. He nodded. Of course he remembered John.

I bent and kissed my husband's forehead. Then I took his chin in my fingers and lifted his face so his eyes met mine. "You know how much I love being fucked by a young guy with a really big cock, don't you my wittol Hubby?"

?Yes, Ma'am, I do.? he responded. I could swear I saw his eyes glistening with tears of humiliation. I smiled at him and gave him the reassurance he needed, "But you, my sweet, wittol Hubby, are the only man I love."

Then, leaving him kneeling by the bed, I picked up my purse and went to meet Tom.

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