Dimanche, 27 janvier 2008 @ 10:43
Connie walks in to house after a long day from work, throwing her coat on the recliner and her purse with her keys on the entryway table. Connie smells something good cooking. She also notices none of her k*d* running to greet her at the door. Puzzled Connie calls out to her husband asking if he is home. “Yes, I am in the kitchen” he replies. Connie heads to the kitchen down the hallway. Passing the dining room, she sees the dining room table is set for two. He calls out telling Connie the k*d* are at the babysitters until nine tonight. Connie peeks in the kitchen as he is talking to see him cooking dinner over the stove in his blue silk boxers she bought for his birthday. Connie stares at his round ass as he stirs the pot that smells delicious. He asks Connie if she heard him, Connie smiles scantily and shakes her head provocatively up and down. He walks up to her grabbing her waist and pulling in to his arms giving Connie a kiss. Pressing hard against her plumb lips Connie feels his scruffy beard. Melting in his arms he pulls back saying, “You did not hear a word I said”. “Our dinner will be ready in an hour, there are bath salts waiting for you upstairs”, said Jon. Slinking away, Connie takes off her shoes before she heads up the stairs. Entering the bedroom, Connie sees the bath salts on the made bed with new white sheets. Confused about the white sheets she grabs the salts and nightgown, lifting the gown it reviles a box of body paints and brushes. A smile slowly curls upon her face and Connie chuckles. Undressing and filling the tub her mind wonders as to what Jon has planned for the night. Lighting the candles at the side of the tub, Connie finds a wine cooler bottle in a bucket of ice. Playing with the water as it filled the tub she dreams of dirty thoughts. Turned on, and tingling all over, Connie sinks in to the hot bath water feeling the water tickle every inch of her sensitive skin. Soaking and relaxing Connie thinks of what she is going to do to Jon to make him scream in uncontrollable moans. Betting on what he will call out in passion sends a smirk on her face. Connie wakes up from her daze when Jon walks in, hands her a hot towel from the dryer, and mentions that dinner is ready when she comes down. Surrounding herself in the warm towel, Connie gets a whiff of Jon’s cologne. The warm feeling and sweet smell of Jon gives Connie a devilish idea. She decides to slip in to Jon’s favorite outfit. She giggles as she fastens the red velvet corset and rolls up the pair of black silk stockings over her soft smooth legs. Digging through her panty drawer, Connie finds the matching thong. Laughing aloud she chooses to wear the patent leather high heels with fire along the sides remembering to put her hair in two pony tails her rush bear foot down the stairs. Tous les participants ont 18 ans ou plus.