Roadtrip: Local

To my loyal readers, first, thank you. I apologize for taking so long for submitting a new story. Second, you already know of my preoccupation with sexy clothes on women, especially my wife Paula. This is the story of how one thing led to another. In terms chronology, this story and the brief "Roadtrip' ones to follow take place before 'Dressed Like a Slut'. I guess if I were a better writer (or at least a better organized one) I would've published them in order.

To begin, I have to go way back to when Paula and I were first dating. As I recall, some kind of social, work-related event was upcoming. Probably one of those things held at a catering hall with a cocktail hour, dinner, dancing, desert - you know the drill. Everyone is expected to dress up and thankfully, most do. Sure, you may see a guy who two who barely make the effort but for the most part everyone looks nice, and especially the women. For the most part, nothing overtly sexual in this setting, but snug and form-fitting for those who can pull it off. (and for some who probably shouldn't)

Occasionally, the twenty-something date of one of the younger guys will really show off. Of course this elicits no end of complaints from the other women and no end of observations from most of the men.

"Did you see Kevin's date?"

"Just incredible."

"A wet-dream cum true."

"Youth is SO wasted on the young."

"They never looked like that when I was young."

"After looking at that all night, if Marsha doesn't put out, I'll have to take things into my own hands tonight."

"Hear that!"

I don't remember Paula complaining that she didn't have anything nice to wear but for reasons I cannot remember I bought her a new dress. Black, as even then I knew it to be her favorite color in attire and because I knew from past experience that black was a very popular color among attendees. Plus, it goes with everything everywhere. A beautiful red dress could work for a holiday party, but not as well at other times, so off to the mall I went in search of a dress.

Never having bought a dress before I was at a disadvantage. All I had was her size and a basic idea of what I'd like to see on her, so it was really pure luck that by the third store I found something that caught my eye. As it turns out it was a home run. It fit perfectly, was very flattering and showcased Paula's attributes without being overly flashy or trashy. I think after all these years she still owns it.

Now we never really did anything racy with that dress, and while my interest and appreciation for sexy attire was at least present then, it hadn't yet evolved into what would later become a bit of a fetish. That happened with what came to be known as the 'polka dot dress', a dress that became almost infamous with her and I.

I didn't buy the polka dot dress, so Paula must've gotten it on her own. I don't think it was a gift. The polka dot dress was essentially what you would call a 'little black dress' (which have their own reputation) but this one has small white polka dots all over it except for the straps. The appeal here, (at least for me) is that the dress is made from thin material, ends perhaps 3" above the knee and has an open back thus excluding the wearing of a bra with it. Now there are minimal cups sewn into the top but not enough to contain all impressions of erect nipples. There's nothing overtly too sexy or trashy about the dress. Paula could and would wear it occasionally when just the two of us went out, especially if I asked her to, but as I recall, she never wore it during family get-togethers, so I guess you could call it a 'going out' dress. It was wonderful to hold her when she wore it, feeling her warm body beneath the thin material. Nothing too crazy ever truly happened with that dress although it always stirred some degree of sexual hunger with us both. Sadly, I don't think she still has it.

I do remember one night: we were going out to dinner at Alfredo's, a local Italian restaurant, just the two of us. I asked her to wear it and she agreed. Then I upped the ante further and asked that she leave her panties home. She chafed at this, and the back and forth between us almost ruined the evening. I didn't think it was too much to ask of her but she felt strongly otherwise. Finally, and really after I had given up she called to me from the top of the stairs. I remember this so clearly: as I looked up, with her left hand she kept the front of the dress down but with her right hand she pulled the side hem of the dress up, almost to her ribcage, showing that she had indeed left her panties in the drawer.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I murmured, running up and kissing her. I ran my hands up and down the back of the dress, reveling in the feeling of her bare bottom through the thin material.

"Just drive extra carefully. I don't want to be in a wreck dressed like this." was her only reply.

It made for an extra enjoyable dinner out for both of us I think. We behaved ourselves in the restaurant, and I think we both hoped to take advantage of her lack of dress afterward when we drove to the local LI Sound beach and hung out on the rocks. Despite the darkness there seemed to be a lot of people there so we couldn't do too much. A few deep kisses with my wandering hands finding their way under the dress to caress and finger her wet sex. She was too uptight there to climax but it certainly had her fired up for once we got home.

Finally back in our bedroom with the door locked, I was glad we both showered before dinner as she wasted no time pressing my rigid cock into the back of her mouth. Luxuriating in the sensation, a part of me wanted to just unload into her hungry mouth, but the other part of me wanted to feel her shudder as I wedged my cock deeply into her.

"Ohhh, so good." I complimented her oral skills. "Keep doing that and it will be your dessert."

"Anything you want." Her heated reply, as she resumed her oral attentions. What a wonderful wife! I was so tempted to take her up on her offer, but again; I do SO enjoy feeling her straining against me, buried in her to my balls.

"On your back, gorgeous." I command.

And with that I pause for one minute to run my tongue through her wet, parted labia. She is delicious and so obviously aroused that it would only take another lick to two to send her over the edge.

"My, my, my; what a yummy, yummy pussy we have here." I tease. "It would seem that somebody has sprung quite the leak here as everything is so wet."

"Ooooohhh." Her only reply.

"Maybe I should plug up this leak with something."

"Maybe you should."

"Any suggestions?"

"You know what I need."

"Do tell."

"Sean, c'mon, you know."

"No, I don't. I NEED you to tell me."

She resists. I love to make her talk dirty and she knows it, but still she resists. I run my tongue over her clit again, eliciting another gasp, but again I leave her wanting.

"Sean, please."

"Please what?"

"You know."

"Oh yes, I know and I SO want to do it, but you have to tell me."

Moments pass. I run my tongue over her drenched pussy, grazing her clit. Each time she tenses and I know I could send her tumbling over the edge, but I won't. I want her to beg and I think secretly, she wants to beg.

"Fuck me."

"What? I can barely hear you."

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!"

"Now you're talking." I rise up over her. My cock has been so hard for so long it aches. I barely have it at her opening before she starts pushing herself down onto it, her internal feeling of emptiness demanding to be filled.

In one quick motion I bury myself into her. She yelps in exquisite pleasure. The feeling is incredible, snug, hot, and wet. Orgasm hits her almost immediately, her panting and moaning increase in crescendo. She thrusts violently against me and I feel my cock bottom out against her cervix, just an incredible feeling of being so connected, so carnal, so animalistic; we are so united. Her orgasm washes over her as she moans into my shoulder and her body spasms against me. This triggers my orgasm as my cock spews shot after shot of cum into her clenching pussy. I feel so lightheaded I feel I may faint as my body so completely unloads all of the nights teasing and flirting into her.

Fearing I may crush her, I manage to roll over to the side before the relaxation of being so completely satiated sends me to sleep.

"Holy shit." She comments breathlessly.

"I couldn't have said it better."

"THAT, was intense."

"Yeah, we need to eat at Alfredo's more."

"Funny."

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