Fifties Housewife After the Party

His wet sticky cock was hanging out of his leather pants and I had to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth again. His cock tasted so good and his smell with the leather was intoxicating.

He pulled me to my feet after a few minutes and said, "Get me a drink sweetheart. Then why don't you slip into something, a little less restrictive?" The way he paused between saying something and a, was so sexy.

I went and fixed him a rum and coke. Then I picked up my dress and purse and slipped into the bedroom. I called Darren in to help me get out of my restrictive garments. I knew how much this would excite him.

When it was time to remove the panty girdle I bent over the armchair and he rolled it down just to my knees. He held me down over the chair and his hand pushed between my thighs. I felt his hand move up to my crotch. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Are you ready for me? Are you ready my sweet girl?"

His thumb slid between my cheeks and touched my asshole. I felt it push gently in. It slid in easily I had readied myself earlier. I moaned, "Oh yes honey! I am ready for you I am so ready."

He pushed my girdle to my ankles and laughed, "You better be. Now get dress and meet me in the living room."

I just collapsed on the chair. He had just teased me and dismissed me and I had to get myself together. I had almost orgasmed from his touch and now I had to wait again. I collected myself and finished removing my evening-wear.

I was in the bathroom when I remembered the package the girls had given me. I rushed to get it. It was a small box. Inside were a key and a note. The note read: Gerilynn, This key opens the suitcase in your closet. Have a good night we can't wait to hear the juicy details. Sarah had signed it.

I opened the suitcase and found three packages. In the first was a beautiful pair of black and red rumba panties and a matching merry widow. There was also a pair of black stockings with red lace ruffles.