After my shower, I wrapped my shoulder length hair in a towel and went to my dressing room to get ready for the evening. We didn't have plans to go out anywhere special, but Roger likes me to be dressed well when he gets home. He told me once, "Julie, what's the point in having a trophy wife if she doesn't look pretty enough to be put up on a pedestal?" Well, I didn't have an answer for him, but it pleases him when I dress up, and I certainly like the way it makes him look at me. And I don't mind telling you that sometimes those pretty outfits of mine don't stay on very long after Roger gets home!
As I thought about what to wear, I preened in the full length mirror, enjoying how I looked wearing nothing but my wedding ring. I'm fairly tall at 5'7", and it would be false modesty to say that I'm not proud of how I look naked. Tennis and yoga keep me fit and slender, and I'm lucky enough that I take a nice tan without too much time spent by the pool. My hips may be a bit boyish, but Roger tells me that my ass is "spankably plump", while my waist is slender and my tummy is perfectly flat. My breasts are firm and high if slightly smaller than the generous b-cup that I'd like to have. Still, the right bra works wonders on my cleavage, ans when Roger sees me in a corset... lookout!
After my reverie in the shower, I was feeling a bit naughty, so I decided that a garter belt and stockings were in order. I took a wispy little black garter belt from my lingerie chest and buckled it around my waist, sliding it around to line up the straps. Then, taking out a pair of seamed stilk stockings, I sat down at my vanity to slip them on. Jess had given me a mani-pedi just that morning, so I knew that the cute pink polish on my toes was flawless. As I slipped the stockings up my smooth legs, I felt goosebumps break out on my arms. The feeling of stockings slipping up (or down!) my long shapely legs never fails to give me a thrill. The feel of silk on bare legs is so nice, that I can't understand why more men don't start shaving all over. Of course, I'd never expect a man like Roger to do something as silly as shaving his legs, and, after all, when his hairy legs brush against my smooth ones in bed it does make me feel delightfully feminine.
Standing, I snapped the garter straps to my stockings and checked to make sure that the seams were straight. Walking back to the lingerie chest, I felt the straps tugging at my stockings and thought about what a uniquely feminine sensation that was. No matter how I'm dressed, when I'm wearing a garterbelt and stockings, each step reminds me that I'm wearing something sexy for my husband. Before I met Roger I never wore garter belts, but now I can't imagine life without them!
I slipped on a black thong and a matching demi-bra that does an admirable job of showcasing my assets, then set about picing out a dress. I ended up settling on a black shift that just covered my stocking tops and with a neckline that revealed enough of my decolletage to be interesting without going overboard. After drying and brushing my hair, I put on just a hint of make-up, finishing with a yummy wet-look lipstick. I slipped into my dress and a nice pair of heels and went back downstairs. Roger's kind enough to let me have a maid three days a week, but he says a little housework is good for me, so I always make sure that the house is presentable before he comes home.
I walked through the downstairs, my heels clicking on the hardwood floors, and gave the place a once over. Everything lookded alright, so I stepped into the butler's pantry to check the bar. You see, we have this little retro ritual almost every evening. When Roger comes home, I greet him at the door with a kiss and then I bring his favorite martini to him in his study. I'll sit on his lap in his easy chair while he tells me about his day at work. Some times it leads to other things, but mostly its just our little ritual to end the day and start the evening.
I checked the clock again, 5:45, Roger would be home at any minute! I put a martini glass in the freezer, poured myself a little glass of wine, and sat down to wait. A few minutes later, I heard Roger's car pull into the drive. I went to the door and there he was.. Roger is quite a man, and I love to drink in the sight of him. His 6'3" height and 210lbs of muscle make me feel like a little wisp of nothing when I'm in his arms. "Oh Roger, darling, welcome home!" I said, putting my arms around his neck and offering my lips for a kiss. Roger wrapped me in a bear hug, lifting my feet off the floor and kissing me thoroughly. "Hey, baby. How's my little girl doing?" "Oh, I'm fine, darling. How was your day?" "Not bad sugarbum, how about a martini?" "Of course, darling, I'll bring it to your study."
We sat in th study, me sitting on Roger's lap and leaning back with my head resting on his shoulder; Roger with a martini in one hand and the other arm wrapped around my waist, with his hand resting on my thigh just where my garter belt met my stocking. As he talked, Roger absently slid his hand under the edge of my shift and toyed with my garter clip. " I ran into Norm Cheng today..." he said, and I briefly stiffened in his lap. "Oh really?" I said with deliberate nonchalance. Norm and I had run a business together in California until Roger and his company "acquired" us in a merger/takeover. That's how Roger and I met. He'd been in charge of the takeover team and we'd been thrown together a good bit during the process. Roger is the kind of man who gets what he wants and he took a shine to me. I guess you could say that he "acquired" me along with my company. I'd retired from business after the buyout was complete and my life had really changed after I became involved with Roger. Consequently, I hadn't seen Norm since I moved to Connecticut with Roger. Nor had always been the frontman in our business, while I'd worked mostly in the background. He was still very active in the industrly, so I wasn't sure what he'd think about my new role as a housewife.
To be continued...