I didn't know what it was with my husband, Rod, but for a number of months he hadn't seemed as romantic as he once was. We'd been married for seven years, and I couldn't remember a time when Rod wasn't interested in sex. At first I thought he had another woman on the side but I know him pretty well. I knew he would never cheat on me.
Other things raced through my mind. Maybe it was a male life crisis or something psychological. I hated to see him that way, and was honestly worried out marriage might be on the rocks. I spoke to my sister one day, relating all my concerns to her. We talked about several areas of the marriage, wondering if one logical thing stood out."Do you dress sexy for him?
I assume you do."
I hesitated. "I guess that's one area I don't pay as careful attention
to as I could. I figure, why fuck with your sexiest clothing or
lingerie on when you're just going to remove it anyway?"
My sister howled with laughter. She started lecturing me on the
importance of lingerie, citing several items of apparel that were
sure-fire winners in the bedroom. "A red baby-doll nightie is one of
the most decadent pieces of bedroom attire," she said. "Red is like
waving a flag in front of a bull, and your husband is sure to turn into
a stud bull when he sees you in that!"
"You sure it's going to work?" I asked.
"You got anything to lose?" she retorted. Good point.
The next day I drove down Jo a lingerie store that seemed to have more
exciting attire than the others in town. I felt uncomfortable in that
place, but the salesgirl was very helpful. She calmed me down, and as I
explained the lingerie I wanted, she showed me a red baby-doll nightie
that was very sheer. It made me feel sexy just looking at it.
I went into the dressing room and tried it on, loving the way my
nipples and crotch fluff were revealed right through the material. I
bought it without hesitation.
I was thinking about it all the way home, and by that time, I could
barely contain my emotions. I felt like I was on a sexual high as the
seconds ticked away until the big moment. Rod went to the bathroom to
shave and do his business while I slipped into the nightie, the soft
nylon caressing every pore on my body. Showtime was imminent!
Rod came into the bedroom, but I was in another room waiting to do my
modeling routine. He jumped onto the bed just as I entered the room.
Time seemed to stop when he made eye contact with me, his jaw sagging
like he had a ton of stones in his mouth. I walked into the room nice
and slowly, accentuating every movement. I knew he could see almost
everything through the nightie, and I could see something else: his
cock standing up and applauding.
"Oh wow, that looks sexy!" he said, almost dumbfounded. "I've never
seen that before."
"That's because I bought it with you in mind. I think I've got your
engine running. Now let me rev up the motor!"
I peeled back the bedclothes. Rod always loves sleeping in the nude.
His cock was upright, perpendicular to the ceiling. Rod reached Over
and fondled my tits through the nightie. His hands were hard and firm,
my nipples responding by swelling. With his other hand, he worked under
the bottom of the nightie and snaked around my slick cunt-rim.
"Do it to me, Rod. My body is hot!" I moaned.
Rod kept fingering my hole, his fingers darting in and out with a
precise rhythm, the juices churning in my cunt with more fury, He
stopped suddenly and hauled me onto the bed, where he pushed up the
nightie just high enough so that he could mouth-fuck my snatch. He
turned into an aggressive little dickens, working me into a lather, my
cunt in turmoil every step of the way. My brain was numb, in a fog for
a few minutes until he made me come, shooting my sweet goo all over his
tongue and chin. It was one of the best climaxes of my life, inspired
by Rod and the nightie.
But Rod was just settling into a groove, it seemed. He climbed on top
of me, his cock aimed at my cunt. He drove it on home full force. This
made up for all the times when sex had become so tedious, because now
he was balling me like this was our wedding night and we were fucking
for the first time. We bucked and rocked together; for what seemed like
several hours, until he couldn't contain his semen a second longer. His
cream gushed into my pussy like tidal waves, my snatch spasming and
finally climaxing again as he emptied his sizzling seed up my crack.
He wouldn't leave me alone for another hour, and finally he fucked both
himself and me to sleep. But in the morning he picked up where he'd
left off, that nightie seemingly being his major inspiration.
Our sex life has been born again, and it's zany to fathom it could
revolve around lingerie; but neither of us is going to question
success. I'm going to buy a black baby-doll nightie next week and see what that does to his libido and his prick!
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