A Wife's Indulgence

…… from the home of WannabeGinger

(2)

 

Ginger's wife wants to put their relationship into context, and show how a marriage does grow if both parties develop eachothers' interests and pleasures.

"Another time" was the reaction to my question.

I had asked if "something slinky" would be nice to wear, just as we came to the end of the after-glow felt having made love for it-seemed-like hours. We had ventured into the realms of make-up and things that had tempted me……. Unusually….. You see, I'm the wife………

We were exhausted, I told myself – though disappointed – and we turned to sleep. I was disappointed because I wouldn't have offered the idea of something "slinky" to sleep in unless I had thought he would love it. I didn't take it as a rebuff, or an outright refusal, more a genuine, "not now, maybe later".

As we turned away from eachother, I said "Maybe some fresh lipstick to wake up to?"

"Mmmmmmm…." came his response. "You too, though…."

 

We turned back to face eachother and I turned down the gold lipstick case to reveal the deep burgundy shade of creamy ecstasy…… I lined the outer limits of my own lips, filling the central portion with a thick creamy coat that I knew would last for hours, if left undisturbed! I faced him, smiling quietly as I could leave him with the feeling that all of this was my idea…. really, honest, it was. His eyes were dreamy as I did the same to his lips as I had done to my own. A line to the margins of his lips with the point of the lipstick, followed by a filling-in to make a beautiful colourful, dark burgundy, slash upon his face.

 

"Lick your lips before we kiss, one last time." I said – and he did, minimizing the risk of smudging the colour…. before we kissed for the first time the following morning. Long lasting formula, the Dior Addiction lipstick promised. I was determined to test the promise.

 

AS we turned away to sleep, I thought again of how this had come about. The sex we had enjoyed was always good, but this had been spectacular. I hadn't planned this "diversion" at all. But it had happened. And how much I had enjoyed it. I yearned to do it all over again.

 

Morning came – perhaps too soon.

I awoke first, looking over at a husband who had turned in the night and who was facing me, his lipstick still nearly faultless. How good he had tasted through that and the delicious cum that he had found between my thighs. I stroked his hair, very gently. The hair that I had played with so provocatively last night. He didn't stir, even at that. I resisted the urge to kiss him fully on those deep red lips, until I had slipped from the bed, refreshed my own lips and brushed my own hair.

As I turned back to join him, his eyes opened. A smile spread across his face, welcomingly. Though barely awake, it seemed that sex was again in his mind – as it was certainly in my own.

Not for long, however, because a frown replaced the smile on his face. A look of… what was it?… Guilt? His face changed and he appeared very confused, even shy. He licked his lips. Gently at first, then quite furiously, removing the colour that had been so lovingly applied. There was a silence. What to be said? It was clear something was wrong. Sudden shyness.

"We shouldn't have…." He began. But the words faltered.

"Shouldn't have done what?" I whispered.

I knew then that the hoped-for repeat of the night's delights were lost – for now if not for ever.

He shook his head. He licked his mouth again, as if to make sure it had all gone.

 

I had guessed about the experiences of his past, before we were married. Cross-dressing at times; a "hobby" now long since forgotten. Never forgotten – that's for sure….. maybe just put away for "one day". But never forgotten. CDs I have met subsequently confess that "it's never forgotten." Perhaps I had exposed a nerve that once was raw and in need of continuing stimulation, but which had been bandaged and hidden away. My own taste for a fling with another girl – indulged many times in my young days – had likewise been tucked away… but of course, never forgotten.

 

All seemed lost….. He didn't answer, except to say "I must have a shower."

I lay in bed as he did so. Should I apologize? Not really, it had been a mutual expression of desire, last night. Nothing premeditated. Nothing to say "sorry" for. It was something I had loved doing – and would do again given half the chance. No, I wouldn't apologize. Maybe he felt he should. As though this wasn't "normal". as IF! It was entirely natural and something not to feel guilty about.

 

We spent the rest of that day "being busy" – as we often did when, having had an argument, neither would apologize or admit being in the wrong.

 

Leastwise, we did until early evening. It was the weekend. And as it was the weekend, we came to the time when, if either of us fancied the idea, all we had to say was "It's 5 o'clock" and the other would know that it was a good time for a fuck.

I was still feeling quite horny from the night before and so it seemed a natural way to bring us back together.

"It's 5 o'clock….." I said, with my usual "look-in-my-eye". "You busy?…." I asked.

"Not at all……", was his reply. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Another turning point? Should I… dare I, refer back to last evening…….?? I decided not to.

Yet.

I was tempted to mention it. I was tempted to lead in with "slinky" talk, but easily realized that would be a mistake – for the time being.

He approached me across the living room. His smile showed the day's distance was gone. That was exhilarating. He touched my nose lightly with a finger and left it there….. tracing the line down towards my lips and drew me close. We kissed.

 

"Here or upstairs?" – another frequently asked question! – this time he was the one to ask. So, it was my choice. Here would be nice…… but sex never lasts as long on the living room floor, it seems to me. And besides, last night was "upstairs"…… and I felt like continuing "last night".

 

"Oooooh, I think upstairs would be best…." I said, taking him by the hand. "..Close your eyes."

I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped my hand inside, playing with his nipples as I did so. He visibly shook…. but didn't repel the sensation. I loosened all the rest of the shirtbuttons and removed the garment by sliding it down his arms…. at the same time playing with a nipple that was, by now, hardened. I leant down, as he stood there, and placed a kiss upon this erect part of his chest, leaving a delightful circle of lipstick around it.

 

Yes, lipstick. Before the first exchange of words at 5 o'clock, I had freshened my lipstick and mascara, adding some eye shadow as it was "coming up evening time". I wanted to send a message. I was ready for anything.

He laughed. The lipstick was delightful and said only one thing….. "more".

Looking back, this was also a turning point in a way. Lipstick was again in both our minds - impossible to ignore. It was.

I told him to take a shower – to give me time to freshen myself too. And to give me time to think. I decided that it was best to lake things take their own course – not to drive things forward in whatever direction.

I was freshened before he emerged from the shower.

"Leave your hair to dry naturally." I called to him. I fancied running my hands through his still-wet hair. He emerged from the bathroom and, near dry, spread himself across the bed.

 

"Let me just do my hair." I said, taking a brush from the dressing table and turning to the mirror.

 

My hair. Before sex, it was something I had to have right to feel sexy. My hair. Once described, by myself, when I was angry with him, as "looking like a tart's"…… Done for him, because he likes it that way. Red – bright red – with blonde highlights. {WannabeGinger is his fem name, remember?}

 

I left him on the bed, anticipating. Growing hard. For just long enough for the "tease" to be recognized.

My hair, deliberately, took time, as I played with the style. Making it very much one to "stay in with" rather than be seen out with. I looked in the mirror for a final time. Right……it was…… In fact, I would have fucked myself if it was possible. It does a girl good to feel that way.

A thought flashed through my mind. Would he feel that way if he looked in the mirror as I had?

 

I turned towards the wardrobe to select a nightgown – the prettiest I could find. Another peach satin one. Or what about the light blue one with lacy trim? As I stood there with the two of them in my hands, I was tempted, again, oh so tempted, to turn to him and offer a choice….. one for me, one for him?

 

No, not…. yet…….. I knew that one day I would, but maybe not today. I didn't want to push him. I realized that I loved him even more ……. "this way".

I did offer a choice though…… "Which would you like me to wear, honey?"

"The blue one would be lovely." He answered. So I hung the peach satin gown on the wardrobe door.

At long last, hair and make-up done, feeling a Million Dollars, I slid onto bed alongside him, the red circle around his nipple crying out to be replenished.

At the side of the bed, I sat with the folds of blue silk around my body. On impulse, I took several layers of silk in one hand and began to stroke the body that laid beside me. I didn't need to ask permission. He purred quietly.

I toyed with it and the nipple stood hard again.

"Yours need some lipstick too…." He said, completely surprising me. My nipples.

"And how is the lipstick to get there?" I asked with a giggle. Just at the thought. He was hard by now and his cock invited me to climb upon him. For that, I needed no second invitation. I fucked him from above for, it was to seem like, hours. He said "you must know where the lipstick is.. and what to do with it." I could reach it beside the bed, even from above him. I found the Dior and put it to his lips, shaping them beautifully with coat after coat, to make sure it lasted. I reminded him to lick them, to avoid losing their shape and intensity.

 

I played with his nipples a lot. We would cum together, for sure. And we did.

 

In the delightful afterglow, I found myself thinking about the previous night and the fuck we had just enjoyed. Both had been phenomenal. Both had lasted almost endlessly. Both had a fouisson of indulgence of something we knew would be part of our future. At least I hoped so.

"Fresh lipstick?" The words slipped out of my mouth…. I half regretted it the very moment later. But I needn't have done. What was I saying? We had fucked delightfully. I risked ruining the moment. Too hasty? We lay beside eachother.

I dared not force him further in this direction. I so much wanted anything we do to be his choice – at this time in our lives, we have a lot worth sharing. I needn't have worried.

He smiled. "I've thought a lot during today."

I smiled, in hope rather than expectation.

"Last night…." I held my breath. What was he going to say? Had I gone too far? Had I uncovered hidden desires that he was scared of? Was my "lipstick lesbian" side too strong?

"Last night was heaven." He said. He breathed deeply, as if to prepare for an explanation. His voice was trembling. "…..it was heaven……. and today, I felt it shouldn't have been quite so delicious!"

I felt I had to speak, to relieve the tension, but what should I say? "Ahh, the guilt trip!" I joked.

Was that the right tone? It sounded mocking all of a sudden…. but I didn't mean it so. It sounded like I'd "been here, done this" many times before. I didn't mean that and I had to show him. So I snuggled into his arms and just said "No need".

 

"Well, there's a risk….. that I might like it too much!" He joked in return, but I knew that he was suddenly serious. He might just do that and he knew it.

"Whatever, is all fine with me." I comforted him. "Little bits of fun can't harm anyone."

" Well, maybe I hope that's true. I loved the creamy taste of the lipstick and the way it must look. And then there was the way you played with my hair…. Will you do that again too? You know how much I love your hair. That was fun." He paused. "……………Can we do that all again?"

We had finished a wonderful fuck. This wonderful man was saying this to me. What could I say, but "YES!" I reflected on the gentleness he had shown during our love-making and the almost girly feelings he was showing about caring for our sensual sharing of temptations. Who's leading who, I wondered?

So, I reached for the lipstick and the hairbrush…………….

 

Yes, this WILL be continued!

  

  

  

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