A Lovely Evening

After dinner he retired to living room. While he was watching TV. I started working on my surprise. After 6 years of marriage our sex life had already died out. We were only having sex once or twice in a week at most.

To remedy this, on the suggestion of my friend Sunidhi I bought a sexy nightie. It was a difficult decision for me but I knew I had to make some sacrifices to save my marriage.

I quickly changed into the nightie and turned around to look in the mirror.

I blushed, for the first time in a long while, as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The sexy nightie accentuated my curves in ways my regular salwar kameezes or even sarees could never do justice to. Sunidhi was right, I needed to do something sexy and out of character to spice things up in my marriage. My heart pounded, a mix of anxiety and excitement brewing inside me as I waited for my husband to come to the bedroom.

As the clock struck 10, he came into the room yawning, ready to change into his pyjamas. His jaw dropped when he saw his wife, who usually wore modest nighties, clad in lingerie that left little to the imagination. "Anjali... I..." he stuttered.

He could barely believe his eyes. His wife Anjali, always demure and modest, was standing before him in a sexy lace nightie that hugged every curve. He felt desire stirring within him, a longing he hadn't felt in years.

"Anjali, you look...incredible," he managed to say. I smiled shyly, pleased that my plan was having the intended effect. I sauntered toward him, swaying my hips seductively.

"I wanted to surprise you," I said. "To bring some excitement back into our marriage." I wrapped my arms around my husband's neck, pressing my body against his. He shuddered with want. He had almost forgotten how alluring his wife could be.

His hands found her waist, fingers tracing along the lace trim of her nightie. I tilted my face upwards, parting my lips in invitation. He accepted, capturing my lips.

As our lips met, a warmth spread throughout my body. My husband's touch sent tingles all over my skin, making my shiver with excitement. His strong hands gently explored my body, softly running down my waist and up to the lace of my nightie.

He felt his wife's warmth, and the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Our kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as we fell onto the bed together. With each move, my scent enveloped him - a mixture of rosewater from my hair and sweat from the hot day outside.

Our lips parted as they broke apart for air, looking into each other's eyes filled with desire. He couldn't believe this was his wife - so confident and sensual. She always had been beautiful in her traditional outfits but there was something about seeing her in this new light that made him feel weak in the knees. He responded by pulling off his shirt, revealing toned abs and chiseled arms that made me gasp in awe.

As he began to take off his pants, I leaned closer to him, touching his bare chest with trembling hands as our heavy breathing filled the room. The sound of fabric rustling filled the silence as we shed their remaining clothes until were were both fully nude under each other's touches. The heat between us rose exponentially as we lay together under the soft sheets of our bed.

I moaned softly when my husband entered me slowly; it felt so different from our usual love making sessions which were more routine than passionate these days. This time, it was raw and intense as he moved inside of me gently at first then faster and harder until we both reached climax together - voices filling the room.