You bet I do

Tom was trying to get some admin done. If he wasn't going to have sex he might as well be productive. His phone buzzed sounding loud vibrating on the desk. It was Sarah.

"Hi hon', I'm with Katie and we're just going out to do some shopping then I said I'd help her out with something so I'm not going to be back until about 9. Can you get small from school and sort out dinner. I'll look after myself so don't cook me anything."

"Okay." Tom said still sounding a little fed up. He was hoping that his wish would have sent Sarah rushing home for sexy time but maybe it hadn't worked or not had a big impact.

Sarah picked up on his tone "I know. I'm sorry I turned you down earlier, I had plans. But I have been thinking about it and I'm now feeling, more, inclined. So I'm totally going to make it up to you later."

"Promise?"

"Promise, so don't go cranking one out. I want you eager."

Tom winced "Is Katie with you right now?"

"Yep"

"And she heard that?"

"Yep"

Tom could hear the grin in her voice. and then heard "You heard your missus, no wanking" shouted from Katie. Tom sighed "Okay I wasn't going to anyway". He totally was but she didn't need to know that.

Tom got on with his day feeling a little pleased with himself. He hadn't wished for her to have sex with him right away just to be more sexual and now she was promising him sex. For many years now sex had almost become a planned activity, a sad fact of working life and parenthood. Occasionally it was spontaneous but mostly was more akin to "We both have a free day tomorrow, let's go to bed after lunch". The bed was the other thing. It was always in bed. It had been too long to remember since they had done it in the bathroom or kitchen or even a quick romp on the sofa. There was something in the way she basically said "We're going to have sex later" that really delighted Tom. There was also something in being told not to masturbate, a little titillation from that firm insistence that he not spoil the sex by risking his libido.

There was a gap between getting the little one in bed and 9 so Tom sat with a whisky and tried to watch TV. As soon as he heard the key in the door he jumped up like an eager puppy. He found Sarah hanging up her coat and he stopped dead in his tracks. First, he noticed the dress, a dark grey sweater dress that ended mid-thigh and clung to her figure accentuating her slender waist and shapely behind. As she turned to him his eyes were drawn to the entrancing display or bosom. Hauling his eyes away from that would have been a challenge if there wasn't so much more to see. His eyes moved down at first as she self-consciously tugged at the hem of the dress. Her legs were encased in sheer nylon. Tights were not uncommon but had always been thick except on the rarest of occasions. These tights meant he could still see her legs through them and down further to a pair of heeled ankle boots and not just heeled but high heeled.

Finally, he looked at her face. Eyes smokey with strong eyeliner, lips a dark red and a knowing smile. He finally noticed that he was stood there waiting for him to finish his inspection. She sauntered up to him, her height now barely below his, leaned forward and said quietly into his ear and said, "Do you like it?".

Tom was dumbstruck. He most certainly did but only found the cognizance to nod. Sarah stood with her hands behind her back looking coy and biting her lip. She took his hand and brought it up to her face and gave his finger a long, slow lick before wrapping her dark red lips around it and slowly drawing it out of her mouth. She laughed lightly at his reaction which was akin to that of a deer in headlights. The break in tension snapped Tom from his trance.

"Wow." He said. "Just wow"

"So? Wanna fuck me?"

Tom grinned, held her by her hips and pulled her close to him with a firm tug that made her squeal with surprise. He took a brief moment to admire the slightly vampy makeup on his beautiful wife before kissing her passionately. Soon their tongues were entwined and Sarah's hands were running through his hair. This in itself was new, she had never been a tactile lover, embracing but not caressing. This spurred Tom on and his hands roamed over her back and gripped her ass. After giving it a firm squeeze and pushing her against the throbbing bulge in his trousers hie moved to her thigh. The thin nylon felt wonderfully smooth in his hand as he pulled her leg up which she wrapped around him. His hand moved up under the hem of her dress and he thrilled as he felt bare skin, she was wearing hold-ups.

Still kissing he led her from the entry to the living room stumbling as they tried to maintain the passionate kissing whilst moving. As they got to the sofa Tom broke the kiss and said, "I have to get a look at this" before kissing down her body, pausing briefly at her ample bust for a playful motorboat. He crouched in front of her and pulled up her dress to her hips revealing the lacy pattern at the top of the stocking, pale bare skin and a lacy, black thong. Tom caressed Sarah's thighs, hips, and ass and just took in the site. Years, it had been years since she wore a thong. Worries over a visible pantie line had been a non-issue because she never wore anything that would be daring enough to reveal one. While Tom would not have called it a fetish, he did love sexy underwear and hadn't realized how much he had missed it.

Tom looked up and saw his wife smiling down at him with a look in her eye that said she knew exactly what he was thinking "Take them off" she said, "There is a surprise underneath."

With a sense of excitement and reverence, he slid his hands up and hooked his fingers into the thin sides of the thong and slipped them down slowly. Almost instantly he could see the surprise and if he had been thinking more clearly would have noticed it sooner. The hair on her pussy had been trimmed and styled into a neat triangle above the slit of her pussy. Gone was the wild natural jungle and Tom couldn't be happier to see it gone. In the back of his mind, he made a note to wish it all away. He always preferred it totally bare and Sarah had done it for him a couple of times in the past but always moaned so much about it he'd stopped asking. Could now wish it away completely but that didn't change the fact that she had done this of her own volition knowing full well he would be pleased. His heart swelled with love for her.

"Do you like it? she asked and Tom could hear the confident edge she had been wielding since she got home slip and a hint of uncertainty creep in. She was about to say something else but before she could Tom swept her up which made her fall back over the arm of the sofa and flung her legs in the air. She screamed and laughed as she tumbled and Tom grabbed her splayed legs, threw them apart and plunged his face into her crotch and began to hungrily lap at her pussy. Sarah giggled and exclaimed at the sudden onslaught. He continued to devour her for as long as he felt wise. Tom loved oral sex. In the few encounters he had been in with other women, he had really enjoyed going down on them and making them cum. One girl he had a fling with had been delightfully easy to make orgasm and he had spent literally hours between her legs bringing her to orgasm multiple times a night. Sarah had never been much for it. It made her feel self-conscious and thus she always got to a point where she stopped enjoying it as she would overthink the situation. what Tom didn't know was whether the change in his wife would also affect this behavior. Filing it away for a future wish he broke his indulgence and pulled his head back and replaced it with his fingers. Slipping two in he used his thumb to toy with her clit.

Fit to burst he pulled himself away and started to take his clothes off. Giggling Sarah righted herself and pulled the dress up over her head. Tom took a moment to say a silent prayer to the gods of lingerie as he noticed her bra matched her panties. Soon that was gone two and she was sat naked apart from the hold-ups and heels. Now naked himself Tom sprung before she could get any daft ideas about removing those as well.

He was soon inside her as the two began to fuck reclining on the sofa. Tom enjoyed Sarah's newfound fondness for touching as she gripped his buttocks and pulled him rhythmically into her. Sarah was grunting and saying in time with each thrust "Ungh, yea, just, like, that, fuck, me." Whilst Tom was enjoying this assertiveness that she had not shown for a long time he was fit to blow and her pace was unrelenting. He pried himself away from her and got a moan of disappointment from Sarah. "On your feet" he commanded and disappointment was replaced with anticipation on her now bedraggled face. She did as she was told and they kissed passionately for a moment as Tom pinched her nipples in the way he knew she loved. Indeed he could feel her body react to the attention and she moaned into his kiss. Pulling back the eagerly gazed into each other face before he spun her around, held her his in one hand and pushed her down on her shoulder. She was now stood with straight legs and ass sticking up as she supported herself on the seat. Mostly this had been a ruse to stop him from cumming too quickly but now he beheld her stocking-clad legs and rump firmer than he had ever remembered it he felt pleased with the decision. He gave her a couple of hard spanks and rubbed her exposed pussy delighting in how hot and wet it was before positioning himself and thrusting back into her.

He fucked her like that. Hard thrusts pushing her into the couch. Her arms had lost their strength and her face was being pushed into the cushion. He knew she was probably uncomfortable but also knew that she was most likely enjoying the degradation of it. Both of them were reduced to grunts as he fucked her from behind. His orgasm building, he was beyond being concerned for her pleasure as he filled her with cum and a smile spread across Sarah's face as she felt his release. Taking only a moment to hold himself in her he soon withdrew and collapsed on the sofa next to his upside-down wife and caught his breath as she righted herself and flopped down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. Tom put his arm around her and they sat quietly for a while.

After a while, she looked up at him and he kissed her. "You approve of my new style then?".

Tom laughed "Yea, I would say I'm a fan."

"That's good because there are quite a lot of shopping bags in the car."