I had this dream about my wife last night and I'm considering sending this story to her. I never do this and I'm a little nervous about sending it. Still I'd like to share it just to get an opinion or two as to whether or not I should just keep it to myself. By the way, it was inspired by some of the suggestions I've read on this board.

Here goes:

Thursday Night
You tell me that you are going to a Tea the next day with your family and the kids and ask me how I like the outfit you chose. You pull out a pink summer dress with a print on it.

�I like that dress a lot,� I say, �you�ll be the hottest woman at the Tea.�

You give a sigh accompanied by one of your patronizing, �oh, honey�s� and lay out your clothes.

Friday
I�m at work and long about 10:00am I get an email from you. It reads:

�Hi Hubby,

I put a couple of letters in your bag for you to take care of. Can you mail them? Oh and I need one of the envelopes back before I leave for the Tea today. Sorry. Thanks. Love you.�

I read the email again trying to figure out how I�m going to know the right envelope to return much less get out of some meetings to do it.

Reaching into my bag I find three envelopes, two addressed to utilities and the third one with only two words, �open me� scrawled across the front. The envelope is light but there is obviously something in it. I tear it open and inside is a pair of sheer pink panties and a note. �Now you know what I�m not wearing,� was all that was written on the small perfumed paper.

My face flushed and I stuffed the panties into my pocket with the note. Already I feel a stirring and have to adjust myself to make room in my quickly tenting pants. Coming up with an excuse in no time I communicate my impending absence from the next few meetings in the day.

I grab my keys and head home with my mind reeling. Unconsciously I had pulled the panties out of my pocket and ran my fingers along the thin soft fabric as I drove. The anticipation alone kept me rock hard and I frequently found myself stroking the outline of my cock through my pants with the panty clad hand.

I pull into the drive realizing I had never responded to your email or called you at all; too late now. Walking in through the front door I see you there sitting on the stairs at the landing. You are wearing your pink dress, bare foot, and your hair is down, still wet from the shower. Pretending to be engrossed in a book lying open across your knees you do not look up. But your legs are parted just enough to remind me that I have the final piece of your outfit.

I climb the stairs slowly taking in the view with great satisfaction. I see a guilty predatory grin on your face as you pull your hair up on one side out of your face. Before you can make eye contact, your eyes focus on the obvious bulge in my pants. �Is that my fault?� you ask furtively.

I look around and reading my expression you say that the kids already left with your sister and that you�ll catch up to the Tea after you�ve �gotten dressed�. With this you turn your back to me and ask for help with your zipper. I quickly note that your panties were not the only thing you missed when you slipped on your dress.

I kneel onto the stair and run my hand down your exposed back. You smell so good I draw my face closer and follow my fingers with my lips. Effortlessly you shrug your shoulders forward and the dress slides down off your arms leaving you sitting there with the top of your dress lying in your lap. Your arms reach up and back for my head and I meet you at your neck just behind an ear. As I close my mouth on your ear and breathe shallowly into it I slip my hands up under your breasts and cup them while my fingers find your nipples.

I kiss you along your neck and massage your breasts listening to you breathe and moan with satisfaction. My hands are warm and strong. You let go of my hair and pivot to make yourself more accessible to me. Taking my cue, I slide around until my mouth finds a nipple, hard and reaching out towards me. I bounce your breast as I concentrate my tongue and teeth on your tender nub. Feeling your touch brush my face I realize my eyes were closed. When I open them, I see that you have your other breast cupped in your hand with your tongue bathing the nipple. I join your tongue and together we bring you to a shuddering orgasm.

You collapse back onto the stair landing catching your breath. Your dress is carelessly bunched around your mid section with your top and bottom both exposed. Not being able to take it any longer, I free my cock from the prison of my restrictive pants and begin stroking myself over you. You watch for a while and then your hands reach up to meet mine. �I want you to cum all over me�, you whisper. Next thing I know you sit up and take me into your mouth. The feeling of your tongue swirling around me while you pump my shaft is incredible. I watch as you hungrily take me into your mouth and then slowly pull it out only to repeat the technique.

My legs start to buckle and you quicken the pace. You hear me give out a sound and you slip me out of your mouth as you already feel strands of hot fluid falling onto your breasts. I guide myself along your chest as you rub my subsiding member on your nipples coating them with sticky cum.

With a smile I retrieve the panties lying on the stair and say, �is this what you needed?�

You push the dress down your legs, toss it down the stairs and reply, �no, but I think you�ll be able to help me out in a minute or two� and you begin caressing me back to attention again.

SEND IT NOW!!! If your lucky she will be waiting on the stairs for you in a pink dress...If my husband sent me that story/dream I sure would!
Honey

Wonderful story! I can only speak for myself, but I would absolutely love to get a story like that from Taz.

His stories always give me little (and at times big) clues into his dreams and fantasies. They always make me feel more connected to him and love him even more for revealing himself to me in that way.

I would love to know her reaction to your story. Maybe it will give her an idea to write one to you!

Very nice writing anotherhusband, with some great imagery. Go for it!