Such a tease

The weekend was fast approaching. Sarah was enjoying herself. She found she really enjoyed teasing Tom. She would practice her blowjob technique at times she knew Tom would find her. She also made a point of not letting Tom see her naked. "Why did you lock the bathroom?" he would ask. I was practising my sucking and wanted some privacy" she would reply with the lie obvious. The next time he asked she had said "I'm feeling shy about my body". This too was an obvious lie as she had also made a point of dressing sexier than normal. Tight shorts or short skirts, tight tops or low hanging blouses and at night, satin nighties instead of PJ's.

Between the teasing, the denial, the sexy outfits and the up coming liaison Tom was permanently aroused. He watched gob smacked as his wife was sat in front of her tablet with porn playing and slobbering all over such a big dildo. One time he walked in to find her with it buried right down her throat. She pulled it slowly out without the slightest hint of a gag before she turned and noticed him.

Every night he masturbated in the office. Thinking about the effect his last wish had made his mind race with images of all the best blowjobs he'd seen in porn but now it was Sarah's face he saw tenderly licking or aggressively deepthroating those well endowed men. He had taken to holding the wishing coin in his hand when he masturbated. He never made a wish but thinking about wishes he could make to push his wife further down this path he had set her on always made him cum hard and feel guilty afterwards. In some ways he was back to his old habits that had led to problems in the first place but now even masturbating while she slept felt like they were participating together in an erotic act.

Saturday was the day. She was going to his for dinner and she was staying the night. A girls night out. That was the lie she would pretend to have told Tom as for why she was out all night. With that in mind she had planned an outfit that she might wear if she went out dancing. It was a black loose top that hung off one shoulder that billowed over the hem of a tight, black, short skirt with a ruffled texture. The tight skirt clung to her behind displaying it's shape perfectly and the top draped over her breasts in a way that failed to be modest despite there being plenty of material.

Tom had picked this outfit out of several she had showed off to him each time disappearing into the en suite so Tom would not see her undressed. The thing that had drawn him to pick this outfit was the fact that she was braless. The fabric hung off her nipples and it was quite obvious even without the slight sway they made as she walked. He couldn't be sure what drove his decision more, her being obviously braless in front of another man or the fact that seeing the outline of her nipples was as much as heed seen of her breasts in a few days and the heart always desires what it can't have. Once again he found himself masturbating thinking about his wifies breasts and hands touching them that were not his.

As he said goodbye to her with a kiss on the cheek he asked what panties she was wearing under that short skirt. Sarah feigned shock "That's not a very appropriate question. Just because you're my husband doesn't mean you get to ask another man's lover what underwear she has on." It was only a playful tease but it made his heart ache and his cock throb. She headed towards the door and looked back at her forlorn husband "I suppose I can tell you seeing as you are so good to me. I'm not wearing any." She threw him a wink and walked out closing the door behind her.