Desires of a Housewife

2- The Dinner Party

His eyes had started to wander again, combing over the beautiful women in the store as his wife pattered around trying to find something new to wear to the dinner party tonight.

"Babe...nothing fits me anymore. I feel like a whale!" She cried, desperately trying to fit into a slim blue dress that just wouldn't zip in the back.

"Get a bigger size then." He was hardly paying attention, the beautiful blonde at the counter was staring at him, winking and playing with her tongue ring. He felt himself stiffen at the thought of her underneath him. He thought his wife didn't notice his overt ogling, but she did.

She had a plan to win him back. While she couldn't just change her curvaceous body on a whim, she could seduce him at the party tonight. Sadness filled her at the thought that she wasn't good enough for him anymore. Underneath her clothes lay a myriad of stretch marks, the battle scars of a woman who had undergone pregnancy and produced a beautifully healthy baby. Her size 0 clothes were replaced with mom clothes...the sweat pants, the spit stained, oversized t-shirts. Her hair was unkempt, makeup thrown away long ago. Regret filled her as she realized that in her own need for his attention, she forgot that underneath the superficial reality of her new body, she was still a queen who deserved to feel and look good.

She had the perfect dress picked out to prove to her man that she was still sexy. She knew what she was going to wear to the dinner party tonight, but he had offered to take her shopping and she couldn't refuse. She needed a few final touches before she would be able to pull off her seduction.

It was an exquisite black corset, with garters and sheer lace stockings. She'd wear it under a black satin trench coat...he always loved when she wore trench coats. Maybe, just maybe, if he saw her in this outfit meant for seduction, he'll realize that she's still his girl underneath it all? The design of the corset hugged her curves nicely; displayed off by the cut outs over her breasts and along her backside. It made her look like she had an amazing hourglass figure even though she felt like a beached whale most days. He would feel so bad if he knew how much pain she in, watching him pine after other women when she spent hours sobbing over her new mom bod. He didn't mean to make her feel awful...he was a doting and kind husband who loved her dearly, but underneath the love simmered a burning desire for her that she had turned down more and more frequently until even a brief kiss had him yearning for more. She needed to prove herself sexy.

After paying for some makeup and leaving the dress behind, she caught him wink at the blond while she blushed furiously, only stopping to look at her when she cleared her throat. At least she had the decency to look away in shame.

She wanted this night to be perfect, she knew his boss and co-workers would be there so she did her best to dress appropriately. He dressed himself in his usual black suit, a crisp white shirt underneath and a baby blue tie. She gave him his favorite little smirk from across the room until he turned around and noticed that she was wearing kitty heels and a trench coat.

"Oh babe! I'll have fun undressing you later!" He grinned devilishly at her, making no efforts to hide the fact that he found her incredibly attractive even with clothes on.

Tonight would be all about seduction. She walked down the hall towards their bedroom after putting her hair in a loosely curled bun, tendrils hung down, framing her heart shaped face perfectly.

He came up behind her and grabbed her waist, kissing her gently.

"Babe, we have to go, we will be late." Once again, she rejected him and she felt him stiffen as he dropped his hands.

"Alright, lets go."

The car ride was tense. He felt continually put off by her, and she could feel the tension coming from him, so thick it was suffocating. She remained focused, he wouldn't know what hit him when she unveiled her plan at the party.

"Mr. and Mrs. Brand, how lovely to see you!" The hostess opened the door and gave her a warm embrace. "Here, let me take your coat."

"Oh..." she stammered, "no thank you, I'm a bit chilly today."

The hostess stared at her oddly, but moved on to help Mr. Brand out of his jacket. Without another word, he took off to chat to his co-workers, leaving her to her own devices.

She had always felt awkward around people she didn't know and couldn't wait for dinner to start...at least he would be by her side then. Thankfully, she didn't have long to wait as the butlers started ushering them to their seats.

"Is dinner ready to be served?"

"Yes, sir." The butler nodded. "Right this way please."

He turned towards her and looked at what she was wearing again. She felt embarrassed by his stare, he usually didn't make her feel self-conscious about how she dressed...or undressed for that matter. He always seemed happy with whatever she did...not tonight though. There was something about the look in his eyes that made her uncomfortable yet excited all at once. Perhaps it was because it wasn't lust that gleamed in them?

Their seats were perfect, angled just right so no one would be able to see her deft little hands undoing his zip. He looked at her in shock as he tried to quell her hands, but he couldn't deny the tent that had sprung out of the undone zip. Looking at her, he stifled a small groan.

"So, Brand, how is the merger going?" A man asked from the left. She smiled as her hand worked up and down his shaft, building the tension. He struggled to answer a noncommittal response, hoping desperately for someone else to talk so he could silently enjoy this treatment.

She stopped abruptly, leaving him silently screaming in agony as she stuffed him back in his pants and delicately picked up her fork. Watching his face contort, she giggled.

"I need to use the restroom." He stood, using his napkin to hide the evidence.

"I do too actually." She piped up. The butlers bowed slightly before showing them to the bathrooms.

He pushed her against the wall and she could hardly hold onto her excitement as he undid her trench coat and saw what she was wearing underneath.

"Oh my God...." He groaned at the slight of her ample breasts pouring over the corset

She blushed even harder and adjusted her bun. It had been a long time since she had done something like this for him...and despite her reservations about how it would go over, she was actually having fun in the moment.

He pushed her against the wall, taking in the gorgeous woman in front of him. "Perfection," he breathed. He couldn't wait anymore, he slipped off her underwear and unzipped his hands.

Thrusting upwards, her back arched against his stomach, pushing her further into him. He snaked an arm around her chest and held her while he thrusted. Deep, passionate sounds emitting from her mouth as he moved his lips to kiss her neck, suck on her earlobes. She inhaled deeply, her breath ragged and uneven, the sound alone made me want to drop his load, but he knew she wasn't ready yet.

His fingers trailed her body, squeezing each perfectly round breast as he found her swollen nub, wet and waiting for my touch. Her legs flexed backward, wrapping around his calves, pulling him closer, impossibly close as he rocked her hips against him, in time with his thrusts. His hand, steadying them against the window as he cupped her pubic bone, applying pressure, increasing the tempo steadily until she was starting to quiver underneath me. Her body was shaking in anticipation, the climax growing closer, harder, faster. This is what he had been desperately seeking. The close intimacy of his wife, holding him together while also tearing him apart in pure pleasure.

Feeling the soft skin of her bum pushing against him, her quiet moans increasing as we rocked there together, her breath falling faster and faster until she let out one long groan, climaxing around him, her walls rhythmically clenching, allowing him to release his seed with a grunt.

"You are perfect." He whispered, clapping her backside with a small smack. "And I'm not done with you yet."

Her body shivered in response, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to regain her breath.

"We've got to...."

"I know...but when we get home, it's all bets off and I will take you to heaven tonight, I promise you that, wife."

The meal was delicious but nothing compared to what he had planned afterwards when they got home. They said their polite goodbyes, ignoring the strange stares as they ducked out of the party early. She was disappointed when they finally made their way back to the car because his hand had slipped under her dress just before leaving, but he didn't do anything except hold his hand still. The drive home seemed to take twice as long, though things picked up quickly when they walked in the door. No room was off limits as they romped around the house in a frenzy before finally settling down with a glass of wine.

“You are everything to me, you know that?” He whispered as the events of the night had her so exhausted she collapsed onto the bed.

She looked up at him, “I wanted to show you how much you mean to me…I’m sorry I’ve been failing lately.”

He held her cheek. “You haven’t been failing my love, you are and always will be perfect. Not only are you the mother of my child, but you are my hearts beat. I am the one who should be sorry. I am so sorry I ever made you feel less than and I promise…I will do everything I can not to make that mistake again.”

Smiling through unshed tears, she gently kissed his face before pulling him in to snuggle her to sleep.