In My Fashion

Several years ago, Tom took me with him on a business trip to New York City. While he was in meetings all day, I was free to explore the city. I checked out a museum or two and did some shopping.

On a side street in Soho, I found an amazing little store. It sold elegant, sexy, expensive French lingerie. If you’ve been there, you know the one I’m talking about. I peeked inside. The sales girls were friendly and fun (and very young, skinny and gorgeous). They invited me in.

I told them that while I had classic tastes in clothes, I enjoyed wearing more daring lingerie. It didn’t matter if only I knew I was wearing it. Pretty matching bra and panty sets, nice high-end stockings, camisoles and lacy things make me feel sexy (and younger!). So I decided to splurge a little and pick up something that would rock Tom’s world.

The girls poured me a glass of Prosecco and showed me some very elegant things. But I told them I thought I needed to kick it up a notch. I needed a Hotwife outfit to really spice things up. They knew exactly what I meant.

The next thing I knew, I was walking out with several gorgeous pairs of black, navy and dark purple silk panties. They were trimmed on the edges with lace and cut high on my hips, which was more flattering to my figure. Next came a high waisted black thong that pulled my tummy in a bit. It also accentuated my “hourglass” mature figure. I topped that off with a pair of black crotchless patterned stockings. It seemed like they cost me a month’s salary.

The girls also recommended a quarter-cup sheer black balconette push-up bra. Also a corset of black and emerald green lace that pushed my breasts back up to where they were when I was 21. Coupled with a v-neck cashmere sweater, my boobs were going to be visible from outer space!

Finally, my last purchase was a small sterling silver pendant vibrator. It was about the size of my little finger. I couldn’t believe how powerful (and quiet) it was. “Oh my,” I thought. “We’re going to have some fun with this.”

My next stop was the spa at the hotel. I had made an afternoon appointment for a pedicure and facial. While I was being pampered, I asked about their other services – specifically, waxing.

I am in my 50s and have never embraced the all bare look. But after my recent acquisitions, I thought I would give it a try! It was not the most dignified spa experience I had ever had, but they were very professional. The smooth feel afterward was amazing! It was some consolation for the eye-watering pain of having my pubes yanked out by the roots!

I went back to the room and changed into a red wool skirt and white silk blouse, along with black stockings and heels. I met Tom around 5:30 at a classic NYC restaurant on East 54th Street, a few blocks from our hotel. I ordered a Manhattan (what else?) and Tom asked for a Martini. He looked so handsome in his suit and power tie.

“So do you want to hear about my day? I found the cutest little shop. I got something just for you.”

“A tie?”

“No, but when you see what I bought, you might want something to tie me up with,” I said seductively.

Tom checked out the bags. “Good Lord, Anne! Check, please,” he motioned to the waiter.

“So soon?” I asked. We were out of there in less than a minute and practically running down 5th Avenue to our hotel.

When we got to the room, I showed Tom all my new finds. He loves to see me in lingerie, and I enjoy putting on a show for him.

Tom loosened his tie and made himself comfortable on a velvet chaise lounge in our room. I went into the bathroom to start the fashion show.

I put on the quarter-cup brassiere and pinched and rolled my nipples. They were poking through my silk blouse. I unbuttoned one button too many and walked toward him. Then I bent over so he could get a nice view of my cleavage. I turned around and slowly pulled up my skirt. Next, I bent over and began teasing my pussy through the new black panties.

Tom applauded, and I giggled. This was clearly turning both of us on.

The next outfit was the high waisted thong, no bra, and hotel robe. Tom eagerly approved. But I saved the best for last.

I tried on the corset. Directions: Exhale. Deeper. Fasten, quick! Then inhale VERY slowly. Pray that the hooks hold. Wow. The Pointer Sisters are on stage! (Truth is, this had to be done twice because I couldn’t bend over to put on the no-panty-hose with the corset still on!)

The last step was the crotchless pantyhose and stiletto heels.

Once I got myself together, I strutted out of the bathroom and strode toward Tom like a brazen French escort. I grabbed his tie and pulled his face to within inches of my newly smooth and very wet pussy.

“Anne,” he gasped. “You look…amazing.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. Then he buried his face in my bare crotch, deeply inhaling my scent. He kissed my pubic mound and began to lick my clit, which was now fully exposed.

“Not yet,” I said. “Keep watching.”

I took the silver vibrator that was hanging between my breasts. The metal was warm. I turned it on and began to explore the folds and petals of my pussy. It felt incredible.

I then turned around and bent over. He watched wide-eyed as the silver cylinder slid in and out of my waiting vagina.

I could see his cock was straining against his dark suit pants. I turned and dropped to my knees and unzipped him, freeing his hard penis. I began an enthusiastic blow job on his hard cock.

After a few minutes, I could taste his pre-cum and realized he was close. So I sat back on the bed and spread my legs and pussy lips wide. I let the vibrator go to work on my engorged clit. Tom stroked his cock and watched me bring myself to a leg-shaking orgasm. That was followed shortly by his own strong ejaculation. I loved seeing his cock and fist covered by thick white dripping semen. It is so sexy and intense when we masturbate for each other!

After clean up and showers and a little relaxation time, we got dressed up and went to dinner. I wore one of my new outfits, and Tom couldn’t keep his eyes (or hands) off of me. We finished the evening with a romantic stroll back to the hotel. That was followed by some very sweet, very gentle lovemaking. Not every session needs to end in earthquakes or fireworks.

But the new lingerie did the trick. Tom is very visual in what turns him on. I tend to be more into the slow burn. The best thing is that we both care about what the other person likes. Tom says it gives him as much pleasure to know I am enjoying our love-making as it does me. That is one of the biggest keys to a great sex life and a hot marriage.

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12 replies
  1. Lovinghusband says:

    NaughtyWife – You told this story so well from start to finish. You brought us to New York. Great job. What a great memory you two have. God bless you. LH

  2. Satin King says:

    As a “big-time” lingerie lover this story really does it for me!! Of course I love all aspects of silky lingerie: the look, the feel… I love it on my wife and on myself.. I even love hearing the sound of words like “slip, panties, stockings!”
    I’ve had a silky fetish for over forty years and our love making always includes something silky! …

    [From MH: Satin King, your comment was so well written. Due to its length and story-style format, we truncated here but we think it would make a great post! Would you send us a message by contact form? Thanks!]

  3. Liverr says:

    Beautiful story, we too love DH in lingerie – especially the brand called Hanky Panky. Love how the 2 of you both ended giving each a beautiful view of each other cuming under your own handy work – sooo erotic and hot

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