Try to control yourself

You bound down the stairs like an excited labrador and eagerly wait for your wife to join you. Sitting on the sofa just staring a the clock, you count the minutes and it takes about twenty before you finally hear the click of heels coming down the stairs, even though it feels like much longer. You don't even look around. You wait for her to walk into your line of sight, waiting for her to display herself to you.

"Tada" she announces meekly.

You've already seen the dress on the phone screen, but the digital picture didn't do it justice. In real life you can see just how tight the snug white dress is as it hugs her curves and lifts her breasts. And the little see-through criss-cross tracks that run over the material give an alluring sensation of peeking at the body underneath that makes the heat rise in your body and your dick stiffen in your pants. It's absolutely the hottest thing your wife has ever worn.

However, possibly because you have already seen it, your reaction isn't quite as grand as Ariana perhaps expects, so she frowns and looks down at herself.

"It looks stupid on me doesn't?" she queries as her confidence melts away.

"No way," you say, and even though you want to get up and check out the dress for yourself, you exercise some control and stay on the sofa.

Remembering what she wrote in the messages, you think you can score some points with your wife by telling her, "You look amazing honey, that dress was worth every penny."

She beams and says, "Really?" as she turns one way then the other, showing off every angle of the sexy dress that pushes up her small breasts and really shows off her already full, round ass.

"Yeah," you **** as you watch her butt sway in front of you. "It really suits you."

"Oh, sweetie, you're the best."

She's the one that closes the gap between you and throws her arms around your shoulders. Because of the way she's leaning down in her tight dress, bent at the waist, her breasts, pressed together snugly in her attire, are squished right against your face. She pulls you up and kisses you on the cheek, the jaw, moving onto your lips, giving you just a peck and then suddenly kissing you passionately, her tongue pushing out to meet with yours.

After a moment of kissing she pulls back, her face as flush as yours is.

"I don't know many husbands who would let their wife buy a new dress and not give a rat's ass how much it costs," she gives you another quick kiss. "You're one of a kind."

She places a hand on your thigh to steady herself and immediately feels how tight your pants are from your bulging dick as blood flows to make you more and more erect.

"Wow, I guess you weren't lying about liking this dress," she purrs. "Why didn't you say something honey? Usually I'm the shy one around here."

"I didn't want you to think I let you buy it just because it's sexy," you grunt, her soft warm touch even through your pants is making your cock swell and it's hard to think of the words to speak clearly. "It really does look good on you."

She looks at you with eyes of pure love. You don't think you've ever seen your wife look at you with such affection and gratitude and you know you just said exactly the right thing.

"Well, I think such generosity deserves a reward," she tells you, her big brown eyes looking right into yours.

Standing up straight, she reaches behind herself and unzips the dress. You groan in dissatisfaction when her hand leaves your cock, but you immediately brighten up when you see her begin to shimmy her way out of her dress, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. She steps away and carefully removes the dress from her legs, careful not to get it too dirty trailing on the floor.

It's a little frustrating to watch her carefully lay out the dress over another chair, but the wait is worth it as she comes back to you, her hips swinging with every step, and drops to her knees in front of you.

Your wife reaches up and unbuttons your pants then pulls out your achingly hard dick. She smiles when she sees how stiff you've gotten for her and her sexy new dress. With her eyes still on you, looking up into yours, she takes your cock into her mouth. She immediately envelops the tip and sucks on it with hot wet slurps. You moan and lean your head back.

Seeing your pleasure, your wife picks up her pace, and dives a little deeper, sucking hard on the top half of your hard cock. Pursing her lips and slurping up all the saliva that's drooling from her lips, she bobs her head up and down your cock, allowing you to feel the hot wet sensation of her mouth sliding back and forth over your cockflesh.

She pauses briefly for a breath and gives your whole length a lick with her tongue pressed flat against your shaft. When she puts her mouth back on your cock, she wraps her fist around the bottom half of your dick and begins to pump, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head. Every time her head goes up, her hand follows, stroking your whole length and lathering your dick in a mixture of saliva and precum.

She takes another break but continues to stroke your hard meat diligently.

"If you keep going, I'm going to cum," You warn her.

Your wife doesn't stop. She just keeps pumping her hand up and down your length while she positions herself right beneath your cock, waiting for your cumshot. The sight of your beautiful brunette wife on her knees with her tongue out while she jacks your shaft and squeezes your tip is the last straw. Cum erupts out of your cockhead. You groan loudly as flies out in ropes, staining Ariana's face with globs of your seed.

"Fuck baby," you sigh as you feel much more relaxed after your release. "that felt amazing."

"Well, you deserved it," she beams at you, an oddly cute expression for a woman with cum all over her face. "Now I have to go get cleaned up."

Having nutted, you feel every tired and would happily fall asleep on the couch with your pants around your ankles. Instead, however, you **** yourself on to your feet, pull up your trousers and drag yourself to bed. You strip to your boxers and then crash into the mattress, this being one of the rare times you fall asleep before your wife does.