Weekend Rendezvous: A Secret Plan

My wife told me once that I could post about our encounters on here as long as it was anonymous. She’s been out of town for work and I’m missing her a lot so I’m finally taking her up on that. This isn’t a story about something that’s already happened, although we do have a lot of those. Instead, this is a story about what is going to happen next weekend, once she’s home and we have a night to ourselves.

Now, I’m not so presumptuous as to assume that my wife will do whatever I ask. But over the course of our marriage she’s been more than willing to entertain my sometimes peculiar proclivities. As long as I keep my most deviant requests to special occasions, she enjoys turning me on and making me happy.

But because it’s been weeks since we’ve had a night alone, I’m obsessing over her even more than usual lately. That’s why I have to write it down; just to get it out of my head. I fantasize about every detail of how I want to have her and the more I think about it the more I can’t stop obsessing.

Before I get to the details, I should mention that my wife is, to put it simply, very attractive. Somehow she’s actually gotten hotter since we met 11 years ago. She’s in her early 30s now and over the course of the years she’s grown up in all of the best ways a husband could hope for. She has a better body than ever, she knows how to make herself look her best, and we make more money than we did in our early 20s so she can buy fancier dresses and accessories. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world when we first got together; it never even crossed my mind that it could get even better like it has.

The last few weeks she’s been traveling for work. Usually I’m fine for the first few days, but then I start pining for her body.

So here’s what I’ve been imagining. I’ve already made a dinner reservation at the nicest restaurant in town for Saturday night. I’ll be dying to get to the good part, but I like to make an evening out of it so we can relax and let the desire build.

I know she won’t mind if I pick out which dress she’ll wear. My wife has a lot of cute dresses, many of which I’ve picked out for her over the years. She just looks so sexy in one of her bright, flirty getups. I’m going to check out the closet now and decide which one I want to see her in…

The one I’ve selected is all white, sleeveless, kind of short but not scandalous. It is low cut and will show off her glorious cleavage. My wife doesn’t wear many revealing dresses but she has a few that fit the bill and I know that she knows she wears them well. Since I’m making a special request I’m pretty sure she’ll oblige.

I’m picking out more than the dress, though. I’m also going to select whatever panties I know will make me craziest. I considered asking her to go without any, at all, but I don’t want to see everything until after dinner. I’d rather build up to that. I’m going to insist on some peeks while we’re out, of course, but I only want to see enough to give me a thrill, not so much that I’m in a sweat at the restaurant.

So now I’m going to poke through her absurdly large collection of panties and decide what I want to see her in. She’s got every color and print you can imagine, from racy thongs to polka-dotted boy shorts. They all have their place, but for this occasion I want something really sheer. I want to get a peek between her legs during the car ride or at dinner and be able to see a hint of everything, without seeing any of it in focus.

I found just what I was looking for. They’re Italian, lacey, a deep blue color. Not quite a thong but still a skimpy and sexy T shape. The label says “cutie,” which seems apt.

I don’t need to come up with the rest of her outfit for her. She’ll take care of it. I know she’ll wear one of her push-up bras, not because she needs it, but because the more the better, especially in this dress. She’ll add some tasteful jewelry and whatever the highest heels are that she can take. We’ll only be going to the restaurant and back and I plan to valet the car, so for this night I’m guessing she’ll choose style over comfort.

At dinner we’ll order a good bottle of wine and catch up on our lives. Everything will lead up to what will happen back home, but the entire night doesn’t necessarily have to be about sex. It’s about enjoying each other’s company. I’ll hear about her travels and I’ll tell her what’s been happening at home.

During the entree I’ll try to sneak a look right up her dress. I might even duck my head under the table if I can be discreet about it. At some point I’ll text her some of my dirty thoughts and watch her reaction as she reads them right in front of me. Maybe later she’ll excuse herself and find a way to text me a pic of the blue panties (that’s not something we’ve done before but I got the idea from a story I saw recently on this website and really liked it!).

We’ll have a nice buzz from the wine. We’ll share a dessert. And then I’ll really start getting anxious to leave.

We don’t have kids yet but trying is on the agenda for this year. For now, though, once we get home we are lucky that we can do whatever we want, wherever we want, as loud as we want.

I won’t be able to wait to get my hands all over my wife. Sure I’ll take my time undressing her, but pretty much the second we come in the door I’ll grab her from behind. I’ll have my lips on her neck, my left hand around her hip clutching her to my body, and my right hand straight up her dress and between her legs. I’ll caress that blue lace I’ve been obsessing over for days and I guarantee you it’ll be moist.

On top of everything else that makes my wife so attractive, she tends to get sopping wet from the slightest suggestion of sex. I already know those blue panties will be slick during dinner, even though I won’t get to confirm it by my own hand until much later.

I like to take my wife’s clothes off while we’re standing. That way I get to see her entire body, and I love reaching around and cupping her breasts from behind. I’ll unzip the dress in back, push it off her shoulders and it’ll fall to the floor in a tidy little pile so all she has to do is step out of it, still in her heels. I’ll twirl her around and take in the view, then go back to clutching her from behind while I nibble on her neck and earlobes.

At this point I’ll lead her to the bedroom. She’ll climb onto the bed and show off for me. She knows I love her body and she doesn’t mind letting me revel in it. She’ll sit upright on her knees, posing with her hands on her hips and her chest out. Then she’ll get on all fours, smiling mischievously as she watches me watching her. I’ll undress myself while she preens and poses and by now I already know I will be as hard as any man has ever been for any woman.

Are her heels still on? I’m not sure. Maybe, maybe not. I can’t decide. At this point I’m not looking at the shoes much anyway.

By now I’ll be standing next to the bed in my floral print boxers. It will be quite obvious just how hard I am. My wife will yank the boxers down and, finally, it can breathe a little! Just as she’s done a thousand times before – and yet it never gets old – she’ll lick my cock up and down a few times, glance up at me with a smile, and then take me fully into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

This will go on for a minute or two – the long licks alternating with the serious deep-throating – and it will feel amazing, but I’ll be dying to taste her. It’ll have been too long and we can’t typically move ahead to the sex until I’ve had my fill with my tongue between her legs.

I’ll tell her to lie on her back and she will, with her head on the pillow. She’ll be almost naked but still sporting the lacey blue panties. I’ll climb onto the end of the bed and tell her to show me my favorite place. She’ll push the skimpy fabric to the side and hold it back so I can see. She waxes regularly so it will be completely bare and I’ll get to see for the first time how truly wet she is. It’ll be glistening everywhere and practically dripping down her legs.

I’ll pull off the panties and survey the entirety of this perfect body. I don’t know for sure if other guys are still as turned on by their wives after nearly 10 years of marriage but I sure hope so. Either way, I’ll be so grateful for this woman who satisfies my ever dream and desire.

I’ll tell her to show me more and she will. She’ll spread wide and play with herself, writhing in anticipation. I know the answer to where she wants me but I like to hear her say it. “Right here,” she’ll say, staring at me. “I want my husband inside of me right here.”

And so I’ll give her what she wants. What we both want. What I’ve been thinking about nonstop for two weeks. First just like she asked, on her back with her legs spread wide at first, then wrapped around me.

Then I’ll need to slow down a bit, so I’ll ask that she ride me for a while. I love being able to look up and see her grinding on me. I can reach up and grab big handfuls of her boobs, and play with her nipples. I can feel the slickness of her bare pussy being spread around as she pushes her hips down and in, then all around like she’s hula-hooping.

That’s my favorite position so then it’ll be time for hers. She’ll get on her hands and knees and I’ll move in behind her. She’ll grab my cock and practically shove me in. Then she’ll slide down onto her elbows so her butt is sticking up. I’ll take her into my arms and hold her tight while she gets deep and we continue thrusting back and forth until she is completely satisfied. This will go on for a while, and as she goes further, I'll be able to feel her coming closer to orgasm.

Finally, she'll stop and let out a moan of pleasure. I'll pull her close, and kiss her lips as she relaxes. Then, we'll switch places, and repeat the process until we both reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

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