Milo is working late tonight at the hospital but he sent ahead a gift. He always sends gifts on nights he’s working late. Equally excited and curious the doorbell rings and I open the door to find a box delivery. I sign for it and take the box to the kitchen counter. A kitchen knife makes quick work of the tape and I open the lid exposing what’s inside.
Underneath layers of tissue paper I pull out the black silk and lace. A feather drifts upward from the thrill with which I opened the box teasing my nose into a sneeze. Reaching inside I pull out a duster. That sneaky man. I pick the rest out finding a note folded within the lace apron:
Pip-
I’m sorry I’ll be working late tonight. I’m hoping you might be able to fulfill the fantasies of an aging man when I come home later. I would be forever in your debt.
-Milo
Apparently, my husband has a thing for French maid costumes. It’s not the strangest request. Kind of hot actually and a thrill races through me thinking about his reaction to seeing me wearing it. Good thing the housekeeper came and cleaned up the house because this gives me time to pamper and get ready for a night that is sure to rock his loafers off.
I lay out the outfit on our bed arranging it so I can see all the pieces of it. Sexy short dress, lace edging and little hat to match. I decide to snap a picture of them and text Milo.
Me: Thanks for the upgrade in my wardrobe.
AppleADay: I’m glad you like it. I should be out of here in an hour.
Me: Perfect. I’ll be waiting trussed up with feathers.
AppleADay: I’m looking forward to plucking them.
Excitement shoots through me and I take a quick shower, blow out my hair and apply the lightest of makeup. No need for full face when I plan to sweat it off the second he walks in the door. I slip on a pair of black stockings and garters with black patent pumps I keep for going out nights I rarely went on.
I arrange the short dress just so and head into the kitchen pouring us glasses of wine. I lay the paper out on the countertop and wait. I don’t have long to go when the door opens and Milo enters. He hangs up his jacket and slips off his loafers by the door not once taking his eyes off of me. It’s so hot I’m ready to combust on sight. Teasing him I lean over the counter dusting nothing of significance. It’s all for show so he can see the rise of my garter belt and the line of my panties underneath.
“Piper you look amazing.” He reaches for me pulling me into his arms and nuzzling my hair.
“You’re so tense.” I drop the duster on the counter and hug him back rubbing the knots out of his shoulders. I lick my lips brushing them against the shell of his ear feeling him shudder under my fingertips. My hand slips between us low on his thigh and rising up to cup him in his dress pants.
“I would be less tense if my wife assisted me in the bedroom.” Milo growled picking me up by my waist to hoist me up on the kitchen counter.
“I’d be happy to assist you anywhere you want.”
“Good.” He says picking up the duster and trolling the feathered ends over my collarbone in the skimpy dress. He twists the wand of the duster and it starts a low humming sound.
“What the?”
“Relax Piper. It’s a vibrator.” Milo explains letting it trail over my shoulder and down my solar plexus.
“Aren’t you just full of surprises tonight?” The vibrator is new and unexpected. If I thought the roll playing was hot, this was a kinky side to my husband I didn’t expect.
“I aim to please madam.” He slips the end of the duster under my skirt tracing the line of my thigh to my thong panties. I feel my garter snap and my stockings releases starting a slow slide down my legs. Shoes drop to the floor and he pushes me back on the counter raising my legs up.
“I thought I was going to serve you tonight?” I watch Milo between my bent legs and he smiles.
Milo chuckles glancing at the dish of food I plated earlier thinking he might be hungry for actual sustenance when he got home. “Oh, you’ll serve me alright. I’m so hungry I’ll be eating you out on a silver platter.”
His hand flips up my skirt and he yanks my thong tearing it clean off me. Hands massage my bare ass and a finger grazes my puckered asshole. He takes the vibrating duster and places it at my lips. I lick the end wetting it. Two fingers sink deep inside my channel and my breath catches. My eyes flutter closed and I’m chanting Milo’s name while his thick fingers stretch me, preparing me.
“That’s my girl.” He kisses my stomach about my freshly shaved mound and my mouth falls open on a silent moan. My hands cover my mouth to bite my finger and stop my scream. The duster has found its way under my skirt and plays at my entrance slowly popping inside but never deeper than what I think is an inch. He doesn’t skim my g-spot with the vibrator. Instead he’s merciless in tormenting me until I’m writhing on the countertop. He holds me so I don’t fall off and I hear the distinct sound of his zipper being pulled down and being scooted to the end of the countertop.
“Oh God, Milo please!” I feel the head of his swollen bulbous cock press against me in a slow pressure. He’s prolonging this out and it’s driving me crazy and soaking wet.
“Patience.” He murmurs against my belly dropping kisses and bites. The vibrator teases me prodding deeper on each pass over my pussy lips. He pumps gently but doesn’t give me what I want.
I try reaching for him but he directs my hands up and over my head to hold the counter top. I feel his arms flexing against my shaking legs.
“Please Milo.” I beg.