intriguess
sexual catalyst
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The kids were finally out of the house and we were alone together. So many people had doubted we would remain married, but somehow we struggled through the tough times, celebrated the good ones and now we were faced with getting to know each other all over again.
I had gotten in the habit of taking Friday afternoons off, to clean the house etc etc. The house seemed so empty as I realized that I didn't have any kids to pick up after. I found myself cleaning out my dresser and closet, finding things I hadn't worn in years.
That's when I came across it, a beautiful box and I open the lid, and pull back the layers of delicate tissue. My fingers trembled as I lifted out the sheer negligee in blue and violet in a snakeskin pattern. I recalled when I had made it, during my last pregnancy over 18 years ago, and after that I had never gotten a chance to wear it after that. I lifted it out of the box and held it against my body.
My husband would be home soon and with trembling fingers I took off my pants and top. I glanced at the white cotton panties and bra I was wearing and decided I might as well go all out. I searched through the drawers for a navy pair of hip cut briefs and debated going my braless, I would have to walk slowly but hopefully my husband would notice right away that my full breasts were moving freely. I pinned my long hair up, the silver strands showing in sharp contrast to my dark brown hair.
I slipped the negligee on and whistled as I glanced at myself in the mirror, my nipples had gotten darker and larger after breastfeeding the children and now they showed clearly through the fabric as they hardened. I pulled out a simple navy dress and slipped into it and slide the zipper up the back.
He would surely think something was up when he saw me in a dress. I shook my head as I couldn't easily recall the last time I had worn a dress, or anything sexy. My job required proffessional dress, and I used to wear sexy underwear to keep the spark going, but over the years comfort and the first thing I pulled out became the norm.
I headed slowly downstairs feeling my large breasts shifting freely under the fabric and smiled as I headed to the kitchen and debated dinner. Finally I wondered if I should just order in.
I didn't hear him come in.......
OOC so who would like to play the hubby?
I had gotten in the habit of taking Friday afternoons off, to clean the house etc etc. The house seemed so empty as I realized that I didn't have any kids to pick up after. I found myself cleaning out my dresser and closet, finding things I hadn't worn in years.
That's when I came across it, a beautiful box and I open the lid, and pull back the layers of delicate tissue. My fingers trembled as I lifted out the sheer negligee in blue and violet in a snakeskin pattern. I recalled when I had made it, during my last pregnancy over 18 years ago, and after that I had never gotten a chance to wear it after that. I lifted it out of the box and held it against my body.
My husband would be home soon and with trembling fingers I took off my pants and top. I glanced at the white cotton panties and bra I was wearing and decided I might as well go all out. I searched through the drawers for a navy pair of hip cut briefs and debated going my braless, I would have to walk slowly but hopefully my husband would notice right away that my full breasts were moving freely. I pinned my long hair up, the silver strands showing in sharp contrast to my dark brown hair.
I slipped the negligee on and whistled as I glanced at myself in the mirror, my nipples had gotten darker and larger after breastfeeding the children and now they showed clearly through the fabric as they hardened. I pulled out a simple navy dress and slipped into it and slide the zipper up the back.
He would surely think something was up when he saw me in a dress. I shook my head as I couldn't easily recall the last time I had worn a dress, or anything sexy. My job required proffessional dress, and I used to wear sexy underwear to keep the spark going, but over the years comfort and the first thing I pulled out became the norm.
I headed slowly downstairs feeling my large breasts shifting freely under the fabric and smiled as I headed to the kitchen and debated dinner. Finally I wondered if I should just order in.
I didn't hear him come in.......
OOC so who would like to play the hubby?
