Lost in Silk, Found in Fire

I had been traveling overseas on business for six weeks and was looking forward to getting home to my wife. I was (obviously) horny. We have been married only a couple of years and still feel like we are still on our honeymoon—a feeling we hope to maintain for the rest of our lives. So far so good!

I got off the plane and quickly made my way toward the baggage claim. As I exited the secure area, I found my wife waiting for me there, wearing a plain, lightweight overcoat buttoned up to her neck. I was hoping for something sexier, especially seeing that it wasn’t that cold outside. But I was so happy just to see her. I put my arms around her, feeling her perfect, firm breasts against my chest and butt cheeks under my hands. We stuck our tongues down each other’s throats. A bulge formed in my crotch, but I didn’t care if anyone saw.

We got my luggage, then walked to the parking structure. She had parked far from the terminal. I thought that was odd. There was plenty of parking closer to the terminal.

There were few cars and no people at the back of the lot. We got in the car, and before I had the chance to start the engine, she asked, “Would you like a preview of your surprise now?”

A week ago she had told me that she had a big, very sexy surprise for me when I got home! My sex-starved brain had forgotten all about it. All I could think about was getting her home in bed and doing her. Now I had an explanation for the overcoat and parking where she did.

When she first told me about the surprise, I asked for a clue, but she said I would have to wait. I figured that it might be a new piece of lingerie. Not really a big surprise for most men I suppose, but we were more of the “get naked and do it” type of couple. She has no body image issues, and quite happy exposes all of herself to me with the bedroom lights on full-bright. She has a few pieces of lingerie from our honeymoon or that I had bought for her to wear. She would wear them once or twice, they would go into a drawer and not see the light of day again for months. Her argument was “Why bother? You just take them off right away.” Truth be told, I wasn’t big on lingerie either. Nothing could improve on my wife’s nude body. But I did enjoy the allure of her dark nipples peeking through sheer fabric, and unwrapping God’s gift to me on occasion. She would wear lingerie when I asked her to, and on very rare occasions, she would surprise me by wearing it without my requesting it. I appreciate the extra effort and wish she would do it more often. If she actually went out and bought some lingerie without me asking, that would be huge for her. I was curious as to what she would choose.

Or maybe she read about a new position or would surprise me with a sexual act that she had been reluctant to do for me. There aren’t many of those, however.

I stammered “Sure. But HERE?”

She said “Just a quick preview. No one is around.” She removed her overcoat. Under it, she was wearing a new, shiny, formal black silk evening gown, with an Oriental-style bamboo-leaf pattern woven into it. If it were possible, my erection quality immediately went up a point or two. It had a neckline that revealed quite a bit of her cleavage. I was especially turned on by the Oriental motif of the dress. My wife is Chinese-American, and that gown added to her exotic allure. I have always been attracted to women of other races from anywhere outside the predominantly-White Midwestern USA where I am from, and I thought women from that part of the world to be especially sexy.

My wife and I met in college. We had Chemistry together. We had a Chemistry class together, I should say. I got to class just before it started, and there was one seat left – in the front, next to her. We introduced ourselves, and I found her friendly and easy to talk to. We became lab partners and got to know each other quite well over the next several weeks. It turned out that we had chemistry too! We discovered we had similar values and goals. Although I have always been attracted to women of other races, it had never dawned on me that I could actually marry one—until now!

She was a year ahead of me in school and drop-dead gorgeous. She is petite, has a great figure, a distinctive face with exotic eyes, and long, black, fine, shiny straight hair with bangs. Objectively speaking, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I figured I didn’t have a chance with her.

But she didn’t have a wedding or engagement ring. I had seen her around campus talking to other guys, but she didn’t seem to have a regular companion, and she hadn’t said anything about a boyfriend. I decided to ask her out. The worst she could do is say no, right? She seemed like the type that it wouldn’t get awkward with if it turned out she wasn’t interested in me in that way or was already spoken for.

So I asked her out. I decided to be up-front about my intentions, not leave her wondering if it was just friends going out to eat or something more. I told her I was interested in pursuing more than just a casual friendship with her and would like to go out on a date. She readily accepted. We agreed on a time and place, and the rest is history.

I went to summer school and graduated one semester after she did. Then we got married.

The dress had hardly necessitated the overcoat and parking away from other cars. I guess it would have attracted a lot of attention had she worn it into the terminal, and I did enjoy the reveal. There is something uniquely sexy about a woman in formal attire, and it is a very sexy dress. It has spaghetti straps with an open back, and a low neckline with buttons down the front, with clingy tailoring that showed off her tits. She knelt down on the seat and leaned forward, showing them off. Her nipples were just below the neckline of her dress and showed through the form-fitting stretchy fabric. I reached out to pull it down and get a peek, but she stopped me.

Even though she was facing towards me, I could see that the dress hugged her perfect, round little ass as well as it did her tits. I asked her to turn around so I could see it. She climbed over the console between the bucket seats and into the back seat. I followed her. She knelt down sideways with her boobs on the seat and her ass in the air, right in my face. Very sexy! I noticed a wet spot seeping through the fabric! I licked her there. She emitted a little squeal of delight, then turned around and sat down. I proceeded to lift the dress up to see her sexy ass, but she stopped me, saying, “You’ll have to wait for that.” I guess she wasn’t comfortable being in a parking lot with her nude ass in the air.

“That is a beautiful surprise!” I said. “I can’t wait to get you home and out of it, and then take you out on the town wearing it sometime very soon.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she replied, “but the dress isn’t the surprise. The surprise is under the dress.”

“Oh really?” I replied. “Do we have a Russian doll thing going on here?!”

She began slowly and seductively unbuttoning her gown. I was expecting to see some lingerie under the gown, but she was wearing nothing under it to cover her breasts. I could see her cleavage and a bit of areola through the slit in the gown. She unbuttoned the last button, then slipped her arms out of the straps, fully revealing her exotic titties—the perfect size for her petite figure with a graceful, slight dip downward. They sit close together and high on her chest, giving her attractive cleavage even though her breasts are not large. Her areolas and nipples are dark, standing out against the backdrop of her light skin, and they were hard and erect. I held a palm over each breast with my thumbs on her nipples, then hugged her bare back as I placed my face between them. She hugged me in return. We kissed.

My swollen penis was getting uncomfortable. I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slipped my pants and briefs down. My cock sprung free. The head was halfway out of my foreskin, and a large drop of pre-ejaculate hung at the opening. She bent down and licked it off.

She handed me a silky black scarf. “Blindfold yourself!” she said in a commanding voice.

“Yes, ma’am!” I replied. I rolled it up and tied it around my eyes. Then I opened my eyes, but I couldn’t see a thing. I felt her nude back come to rest against my chest, and her long hair brushing against me.

“Give me your hand,” she said. She placed it on her right breast, then moved it across the valley between them to the left one, then down her chest to her belly button. She continued downward. “Dick” continued dripping with anticipation as she brought my hand nearer to the heart of her femininity.

I didn’t know if my fingers would reach the fabric of lingerie or her smoothly shaved mound and lips first. I knew her aroused lips would be swollen and wet. Maybe the blindfold and sexy reveal in a parking lot was the surprise. She had done sexy stripteases for me before, but never in a semi-public place, and never with a blindfold. Or maybe she had on some one-piece lingerie under there. Whatever the surprise, I was sure to not be disappointed.

As she moved my hand lower, I felt the fabric of the gown’s waist on the back of my hand. We were getting close!

Then I felt something unexpected. I didn’t know what it was at first, but a split second later, I figured out what the surprise was…

HAIR!

I felt an electric shock run up my arm. I rapidly withdrew my hand. I was stunned and speechless. I ripped off the blindfold.

She looked confused by my reaction. She said, “We talked about this, and it seemed like something you were interested in me doing.”

I recovered my composure and replied “Oh, yes, trust me, I am PLEASANTLY surprised. And what a surprise! I just didn’t expect it! It literally shocked me.” I think I was drooling.

My wife had kept herself clean-shaven since puberty. She had gotten busy and neglected to shave down there for a few days. As she prepared to shower one morning, I noticed that her mound had become covered with short, fine black hairs that stood out against her light complexion. I asked her to come and lie in bed with me as I admired her new growth. I said, “You know, you would look sexy with some hair there.”

She said, “Yeah, probably so. Maybe some time,” then went to the shower. When she returned, the hair was gone. I had not thought about it since.

I asked her to sit on my lap and showed her my arousal. I proceeded to stroke her body while she watched. Then she began moaning, begging for more. I obliged her every request. Her moans grew louder and more frantic as I increased my pace. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. Her body arched and writhed beneath my touch. The intensity of her pleasure was palpable. She was completely lost in her own fantasies. She felt my arousal building up inside me, and she let out a final, desperate gasp as I exploded. Then we both lay there, breathless and sweaty, enjoying the aftermath. This was exactly what I had been looking forward to!

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