Our Patriotic Halloween

I could hardly believe my eyes!
I had been looking for a sexy Halloween costume I could wear to tease Josh on Halloween. Somehow I landed on a Web site called CatalogFavorites.com and found this nightshirt. The printed message across the front actually said, "I feel a headache coming on"!
I couldn't help laughing out loud.
The catalog description read, "This nightshirt offers the perfect excuse--when all you want to do is SLEEP!"
Well, I could think of a lot of other hilarious scenarios for which it might come in handy. What a little gem for teasing Josh!
Of course I ordered it. But when I returned to looking for a Halloween costume, a scheme started to take form in my devious little brain. Yeah...I might be able to combine this nightshirt with my plans to wear a sexy Halloween costume. My heart started to beat a little faster just thinking about the possibilities. With mounting excitement, I continued my search.
There was certainly no shortest of sexy outfits. All the usual standards came up in great number: French maid, nurse, pirate, cowgirl, Santa's helper, and so on and so on. But I wanted something a little different. Finally I found it. Yeah, this will do nicely.
It was on a site called Yandy.com: "Sexy Washington Costume"--you know, as in the Revolutionary War. Here's how the site described it:

"Honor the Founding Fathers and be like George Washington in this amazing costume! Made in the USA of course!

"This sexy revolutionary is American through and through. The five piece Sexy Revolutionary Costume includes a hat, jacket, dress, gun and leg warmers."

Yeah, I'll honor the Founding Fathers, all right. It'll drive Josh crazy! Looks like it comes with everything in the picture...oops, no panties included. Oh, well, I've got plenty that turn Josh on, and I think red will go nicely.
A week or so later, I had both items. The costume had to be hidden away so it would be a shocking surprise for Josh on Halloween, but for my ultimate plan for Halloween night to work, I had to put the nightshirt to good use at least a couple of times before then.
Tonight would be perfect for its debut. We were going out for dinner and a movie, and it's been been a couple of days since we'd made love, so I know Josh will certainly be in the mood when we got home.
I knew I was right as soon as we arrived at the restaurant--Josh held my hand as we walked from the parking lot to the entrance. Then several times during the movie he put his arm around me. Made me think we were teenagers on a date, but I knew full well what his strategy was: to get me "in the mood" for later tonight. Husbands are so lovably transparent, aren't they?
That night I made sure I got in the bedroom before Josh did and hurried into my new nightshirt. But I didn't want to get into bed before Josh saw me, so I stood in front of the dresser mirror brushing my hair.
When Josh came in, he walked up behind me and put his arms around me, naturally high enough to...well, you know what I mean. I closed my eyes and began purring--after all, it did feel good!
"A new nightshirt, Nikki? It's pretty long, though, isn't it? Not very sexy."
Obviously, he hadn't read the printing yet.
Then he moved his hands to my shoulders and began a gentle massage. Opening me eyes, I watched his through the mirror. He used the mirror too, and finally saw what the nightshirt said. His eyes widened in surprise as his hands became still and rested on my shoulders.
"I'll say it's not very sexy! Why would you buy this? You never get headaches--not even during the day!"
"Well, yeah, I know. It doesn't quite hit the nail on the head. I couldn't find one that said, 'Not tonight, dear' or 'I'm just too tired.' But they're all just different ways of saying no--which, of course, is always a girl's prerogative."
Smiling sweetly, I turned around and climbed into bed. Josh hurried around to his side a crawled in. He snuggled up to me and began running his hand up and down my arm.
"Nikki, does this mean you really don't want to make love tonight? I think I could probably get you in the mood," he added as he began running his hand under the nightshirt.
"Yeah, Josh, I'm afraid that's what it means." I turned toward him and kissed him. Then with an impish smile I caressed his face and added, "You know I'm always looking for new ways to tease you. I saw this nightshirt online and just had to get it to see your reaction."
"Oh, well, okay. It's just like you to buy something like this. But now that you've seen my reaction, you're ready for some passionate love-making, right?"
"Wrong. What self-respecting wife would let her husband have his way with her after putting on this nightshirt? Okay, time to go to sleep now...but you can put your arm around me," I added sweetly as I snuggled up real close to him.
The next night was really funny. Josh was extra attentive all evening. Then when it was time for bed, he made sure he walked into the bedroom with me.
He gently led me to my side of the bed and eased me into a sitting position, still fully clothed. I was pretty sure what was coming, and this time I really wanted Josh too. But I didn't want to hurry things along. I wanted him to go through every step, and I wanted to enjoy each one. So amidst much kissing and caressing, Josh and I undressed each other and then made love.
Over the next two weeks, things went pretty normally in the bedroom, and I made it a point to wear a variety of nightshirts and nightgowns. I wore my special "headache" nightshirt only two more times. The first time Josh hadn't been much in the mood himself--something very rare for him--but the second time he did try. I remained sweet and sexy, of course...but firm. So on the three nights I'd wore the nightgown, we hadn't make love on any of them. Naturally, we made love on plenty of other nights.
As Halloween drew closer, I got more and more excited about wearing my sexy costume for Josh and putting my little plan into operation. Finally, Halloween arrived.
I planned dinner for a little later than usual so it would begin after the trick-or-treating began. I could hardly wait!
When the kids first started ringing our doorbell, I made my momentous announcement.
"Hey, Josh, I've got a surprise for you tonight."
"Oh, yeah?"
He always gets interested really fast when I tell him I have a surprise for him. So as usual there was excitement in his voice and a gleam in his eye. He couldn't know about my costume, but I spring "surprises" on him often enough that he knows it'll be something pretty good for him, if you catch my drift.
"Sure. A little Halloween surprise. I bought a Halloween custom for me to wear tonight."
Now his eyes really began to light up.
"Nikki, you did? I've seen some of those costumes. Is it sexy?"
"Oh, I think you'll like it," I answered with that special lilt in my voice. "But it means you'll have to give out all the treats tonight."
"Small price to pay! You going to put it on now? Come on, let's see it."
"Okay, but you've got to wait here. No peaking in the bedroom."
Josh held up his hand. "Scout's honor."
I laughed. "Yeah, I know the part of the Boy Scouts you like best--'always ready'!"
I went into the bedroom, closed the door, and put on my patriotic costume. After getting it on, I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. Yes, this should really get his blood flowing...to all the right places.
When I walked out, I could see the delight in his eyes as they practically caressed me from top to bottom.
"Nikki! That's an eye-full for any Boy Scout!"
"Now wait a minute, Josh. Why do I get the impression you thinking about sex? I said you'd like this costume because I know you're very patriotic."
"Yeah, right...I'll bet that's just what you were thinking when you bought that!"
I just knew he couldn't wait to get his hands on me, and I must admit to a little of those "can't wait" emotions myself. It gave me a great feeling knowing how much I was exciting him. How I loved flirting with Josh...and the way he always wants me!
Josh came over and put his hands on my waist and then ran them up under my George Washington jacket. He pulled me to him and kissed me. But my plan did not call for walking right into the bedroom, which was probably what Josh had in mind. No, I was going to parade around the house in this sexy outfit all evening. That should build up his excitement to new heights--and probably mine too. Yes, it truly excites me when I'm putting on a show for him.
"No, Josh, calm down now," as said, gentling pushing him away. "We've got the whole evening in front of us."
"The whole evening? I don't know if I can wait that long."
"Don't worry. I'll help you," I added with that teasing tone in my voice.
We watched Fox News for about a half hour. I don't think his hand ever left my leg, and of course, there was a lot of it showing. At one point he pushed my little skirt up. I give him a quizzical look.
"Just wanted to see what panties you had on."
"And now you know," I said while gentling moving his hand down to safer regions. "I'm sure you wanted to make sure that their color properly matched my costume."
"Sure, right. That was it exactly."
"Uh huh...I'll bet."
However, as per my design, that was not the last time he saw my red panties. That skirt was so short that as soon as I got up to fix dinner, and he got an eye-full plenty often as I was bustling around the kitchen, bending over, and then reaching across the table to set the silverware.
When it was time to sit down and eat, Josh actually came around and held my chair for me. I didn't for one minute believe that this was an expression of his polite, gentlemanly manners. So I flipped out the skirt in back as I sat, ostensibly to avoid sitting on it--as if that were even possible! But it probably did give him another sexy little flash of red.
Quite a few trick-or-treaters came while we were eating, and Josh dutifully got up each time to answer the door and give the kids their treats. This continued after we had finished dinner as well. Josh never complained.
A little later, Josh had to use the bathroom. He said he'd try to hurry, but sure enough, while he was in there, the doorbell rang.
"Nikki, I'll be out in just a second. I can get it."
"Oh, that's okay, Josh. I'll get it. These are just little kids. What do they know? They'll just think we're having a Halloween party in here. It'll be all right."
If this was the worst that goes wrong tonight, I'll be one happy girl.
But it was not to be so. When I opened the door, it was wasn't trick-or-treaters standing there. It was Marilyn.
Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw me standing here in my very risque outfit. I cringed. She of all people to see my like this! I felt my face flush.
When Marilyn recovered from the shock she had just received, a rather wicked smile spread over her face.
"Marilyn, what a surprise!" Now there's an understatement. "Come on in."
I really wanted to get this door shut. You knows who else out there might see me?
"No, no. We're on our way to a party ourselves, and I just wanted to drop off your book I borrowed." Her eyes scanned every bit of me. "But I see you're planning a little party yourself--a party for two, shall we say, just you and Josh?"
Marilyn was absolutely the last person I would have wanted to see me dressed like this. I'll never hear the end of it--and neither will my other friends.
"Now Marilyn, remember there might be children around. I won't keep you. Thanks for returning the book." She was still smiling as I slowly eased the door closed.
I stood there starring at the closed door, thoroughly embarrassed. Why do these things always happen to me? Oh well, I am not going to let this spoil our night. No! I'm just not going to let it!
Josh came out of the bathroom. Was my face still red? I thought it perhaps wiser not to mention who was at the door and who had just seen me dressed in this costume. Josh knew Marilyn, and if he knew she knew, he'd also know that all the wives among our friends would soon know as well.
But now I am going to think only about the fun Josh and I are going to have tonight. There's still time to keep fanning his libido. So far, he's hardly been able to keep his hands off me, much less his eyes.
The trick-or treaters continued for another hour or so. Every time Josh came back from the door and saw me sitting on the sofa, his eyes dropped to my legs. Of course, there wasn't much I could hide with this skirt, but then I really didn't try very hard either.
Finally, the doorbell stopped ringing, and Josh and I spent the rest of the evening watching a movie on TV. Of course he had no interest in the movie, much less finishing it. He kept suggesting in very explicit ways, shall we say, that we retire to the bedroom. My thoughts were running along similar lines, and it was only with great difficulty was I able to resist--both him and my own desires.
But eventually the movie ended, and it really was time for bed. Now for my final...well, what should I call it? Final tease? Test? Grand finale? Final act of seduction? Oh, who cares! My excitement was churning inside me, and I just couldn't wait to spring it on him--and relish the result.
Josh took the remote and shut off the TV. He then turned to me and gently took me into his arms and lowered my head onto his lap. He started caressing my face. I closed my eyes and sighed softly. Those tingly feelings were beginning, and I really, really, wanted him. He reached down and slowly ran his hand seductively up my skirt. Of course, his hand didn't have far to go before it started to drive me crazy. He bent down and kissed me. There was a lot of pent up passion in his kiss, and I realized I was breathing much harder than I was a few minutes ago.
After a few minutes of this, Josh lifted me up from his lap, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Now that the time had come, I didn't know if I'd be able to pull this off. I didn't want to wait another minute.
But this was the part I thought would really be fun. I had to do it. After parading around the house all evening in this costume, Josh's reaction should be to nothing less than breathtaking.
I pulled my hand free of his and tried to hide the passions raging inside me.
"Boy, Josh, am I bushed."
I reached into the drawer and started pulling out my "headache" nightshirt.
That did it! Just as I thought.
Josh rushed over and caught my arm before I even laid it on the bed.
"Oh no you don't, Nikki! You're not putting that one on. Not tonight. Not after driving me wild in that costume all night!"
"Oh?" I tried to sound sweetly surprised. "There's some reason you don't want me to put on this particular nightshirt tonight?"
A sly smile appeared on his face.
"You little tease! You know very well there's a reason...and what it is!"
I tried to sound confused. "Gee whiz, Josh...are you trying to tell me that I got you turned on tonight? But I just wanted to be a little patriotic..."
He took the "headache" nightshirt and threw it on the dresser. As he eased me onto the bed, I made sure my little skirt covered practically nothing at all.
"Nikki, you're a devious vixen, but I love you, and tonight I've just got to have you. I'm about to explode!"
As Josh climbed into bed, I reached up for him to come into my arms.
"You're right," I said, my voice now low and sultry. "I knew exactly what I was doing. I wore this just for you, Josh--and especially to make love to you...right now..."

Waste Not, Want Not

I don't know what it is about me, but I seem to get into embarrassing situations with alarming regularity!
I needed to trim some branches on a tree in our yard. Josh was still at work, so I decided to get out the ladder and try to do it myself. Simple, right? Innocent, too. Why should it get me into trouble?
Well, it did. Even on the ladder, I still couldn't quite reach a few of the branches I wanted to trim. So with my little hand trimmer, I climbed onto one of the branches. No problem there--it was strong enough to hold my petite little frame. But what do you think happened? You'd think this was straight out of a Three Stooges script. As I stepped off the ladder, I must have pushed a little too hard with my foot and...
That's right. There goes the ladder on the ground with me stuck up in the tree. I was too high to jump down, and there weren't enough lower branches to climb down.
So now what do I do? Wait up here until Josh gets home so he can laugh at me? Anything but that, I thought. That's embarrassment I could live without. Of course, as it turned out, that's what I should have done, but then hindsight is always better.
I looked around. Oh, great! My salvation! I couldn't believe how lucky I was. There across the street, just getting out of his truck, was a lineman about to work on a power pole.
I called to him. He looked around, wondering where that mysterious female voice had come from. I was going to have to call out that I was up in the tree and began to have second thoughts. But I didn't want to be stuck up here when Josh got home, so I yelled out where I was and that the ladder a fallen down.
He smiled and walked over to help the poor damsel in distress. Picking up the ladder, he placed it against the tree and held it steady as I climbed down.
"Thanks a bunch. I'm really glad you came when you did. I would have been so embarrassed if my husband got home and found me stuck up in that tree. I'm sure he would have told every one of our friends."
"You're welcome, ma'am. Glad I was at the right place at the right time."
His smile was somewhat enigmatic, but I thanked him again and he left.
I still hadn't gotten those upper branches trimmed, and this little episode had made me more determined than ever to get the job done before Josh got home. It was getting close to that time now, but I wanted to wait until the lineman left. When he finally did, I hurried back out and climbed up that tree again.
This time I wasn't so stupid as to push the ladder down. I trimmed the branches as quickly as I could but didn't quite make it. I just finished the last branch when Josh pulled into the driveway. He got out and walked over to the ladder, which fortunately was still standing.
I had planned to say nothing about my humiliation. I don't know what suddenly possessed me to bring it up, but I did. I think I had some vision of Josh being really impressed with me--you know, like being so brave as to climb right back on a horse after you had just fallen off? Anyway, I opened my mouth when I should have kept it shut. What I didn't know wouldn't have hurt me; what I found out...well, you'll see.
Josh was under the tree by the ladder peering up at me with sort of smile on his face.
"Josh, you wouldn't believe what happened to me earlier. When I got up here and stepped onto the branch, I accidentally pushed the ladder down, and here I was--stuck!"
He looked at the ladder curiously. "And just how did you raise the ladder back into place? Telekinesis?"
Josh thinks he's so smart, using big words like that.
"No, silly! I used The Force, like Yoda." He just stood there, grinning up at me. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. Finally, I satisfied his curiosity. "Lucky for me, there was a lineman from the power company across the street. I called him over, and he put the ladder back up for me. I thought I'd better come down since he came over to help me. I could finish the job after he left, and this time be more careful."
At this, I again started down the ladder as Josh was holding it.
"Did the man stay here and hold the ladder for you?"
Suddenly I could suspicious. "Yeah, he did. Why?"
"Because those are pretty bagging shorts you've got on. I can see your panties."
"Joshua! Of all the things to say! Do you think of nothing else?"
"Well, I can."
All of a sudden my mind was reeling. "I don't believe you! You're just trying to upset me," I added as I reached the ground. Then, determined to call his bluff, I stared him right in the eyes and demanded, "Prove it! What color are they?"
"Blue. That pair I really like."
"Oh..." My voice trailed off as I realized what had actually occurred earlier. I could feel my face flush.
How do these things happen to me? I thought it was embarrassing to be stuck up in a tree with the ladder laying on the ground. But that was nothing compared to this!
Josh put his arm around me and gave me a hug. "Don't worry, Nikki. I'm sure he was a gentleman and, unlike your leering husband, averted his eyes as you climbed down."
"No, he did not avert his eyes," I scowled. "He got an eye full." But Josh's hug felt good, even reassuring, although I was still mortified by what had happened. I just don't know why I'm so prone to humiliation!
But that night Josh and I made love. I guess he couldn't resist me in my blue panties--all of which completely restored my confidence as a delightfully enchanting, alluring, sexy little wife!
Yes, speaking of that subject, I've been thinking about something lately. Josh is as red-blooded as any man, maybe more than most. He's after me quite often, and it's really a great feeling knowing that he's got such a passionate desire for me.
And me? I've got a pretty healthy libido myself. I love it when we have sex. Oh, sure, I'm not in the mood quite as often as he is. But I'm a shameless tease. So when I do say no, it's in a playful and sexy way. He knows I enjoy making love with him, so it just makes him wild with desire for me the whole next day!
At least, that's usually the way it turns out. There was one time when saying no got me turned over his knee and spanked. But that spanking got us both so turned on that we did make love that night--and with our passion reaching a record high!
But Josh likes my teasing, and we do make love a lot. Teasing works when your guy knows that you're crazy about him.
Yeah...crazy about him. That's what I've been thinking about. How often do I show him my passionate desire for him? Maybe I need to show him a little more often just how crazy about him I really am. He's after me so often, but how often do I come on to him? Take the lead and show him I've just got to have him?
You know, it's a fact--I read it somewhere. A husband needs to know that his wife desires him, just like she needs to know how much he desires her.
Yes! I'm going to do it! I'm going to go on the offensive for a week or so. Already, my fertile and devious little mind is coming up with some pretty good ways to show him.
Let's see...there will be a problem, though. Josh comes on to me pretty often, and those times won't count. This has to be all my doing. But I'll get my opportunities...I'll make my opportunities!
The surprise factor--that'll be important too. When would he least expect me to be in a "got-to-have-you" mood? Yeah, there are two such times: as soon as he gets home from work and the first thing when we wake up in the morning.
When should I start? Well, why put off what I want to do now? I'll do it today as soon as he gets home.
Let's see...what should I wear? Well, it can't be anything really sexy, at least on the outside. He'd be on me as soon as he shut the door, and then it'd be too late for me to start things. So...no short skirts, no tight skirts, no leggings, no tight, low-cut blouses, no perfume. Just a casual loose-fitting top and a knee-length skirt. Nothing seductive. Just cute, little me.
But underneath? Yes, I'll wear his absolute favorite bra and panties.
All primed and excited by the time he got home, I smiled sweetly as he walked through the door. I gave him a tight hug and when he looked down at me, I kissed him passionately.
He responded with a strange look.
"You seem pretty amorous this afternoon, Nikki."
"I got all hot and bothered thinking about you today and couldn't wait for you to get home." I gently caressed his face. "Let's make love right now."
His expression was a mixture of utter astonishment and yet incredibly happy surprise, as if he couldn't believe his good fortune.
"Are you serious? You really want to make love...now?"
"Come with me, Josh, and I'll show you how serious I am."
I took his hand and led him into our bedroom. Sitting down on the bed, I made sure to be very careless with my skirt. I could see his eyes widen. I reached for his hand again and pulled him onto the bed next to me. Pushing him down on his back, and climbed over him, straddling him on my knees. Bending down, I kissed him again, a hard, demanding kiss.
"Do you think I might be able to get you turned on at this time of day? I mean...if I try real hard?" I asked in my best sultry voice. At the same time, I began running my one hand up his inner thigh...all the way up. He didn't need to say anything for me to know the answer to my question.
"Nikki, just looking at you can get me turned on. And right now..."
I was still on my knees straddling him, and he reached up under my skirt and...well, I think you know where he touched me...teased me. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I pushed down onto his hand. I was finding it hard to think now, and incredible passion was surging through me. But think I must. I didn't want to lose control completely because I wanted to do everything I could to drive Josh crazy.
Just then he reached up and wrapped his arms around me, rolling me over so that he was on top. He slowed the pace just a bit, for which I was grateful, and started playing with my skirt--pushing it up, smoothing it back down, then pulling it up again.
"You put on your sexiest panties..."
I looked deeply into his eyes. "I put them on just for you...just for this moment."
We began to embrace, kiss, and play with each other on the bed, four hands moving over two bodies with mounting desire. During this time, we undressed each other, our need becoming irresistible.
I was on my back again, when Josh paused. We were both breathing heavily. I opened my eyes. Josh was poised, leaning over me, ready to come down and...well, you get my drift. I was quivering with excitement, so ready for him. Then...
The doorbell rang.
I closed my eyes is utter disgust and disbelief as I began tumbling down from the heights of ecstasy. What incredibly rotten luck! My mind was a mass of conflicting impulses, but slowing I was regaining the power to think. What should I do? Ignore the bell? What would it do to Josh if I stopped to answer it? Then I realized what it probably was, a very expensive and breakable gift. I reached out and touched his face tenderly.
"Josh, honey. I'll only be a minute. It's probably that gift we bought for your mother. We better not leave it on the porch...the neighbor kids...you never know what they might do."
We had gotten each other completely undressed, so I climbed out of bed and grabbed by skirt and top, awkwardly pulling them on as I ran toward the front door.
When I opened it, my mouth dropped, and I must have turned beat-red. The UPS man had not left the package on the porch. There he was standing there, waiting.
His eyes registered something like astonishment, but the emotion slowly turned into suppressed amusement. At least he had the self control and decency not to smile or smirk.
And there I was: standing barefooted, in a skirt with no socks and a top with no bra, hair surely a mess. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together and realize what I'd been doing. I just hoped my face wasn't too red.
Then another shock hit me. What might be showing through? Before realizing that he might see me do it, my eyes darted downward to check...no, the material in this top was pretty thick. I just shouldn't move around too much.
I couldn't believe this was happening...and so soon after my previous humiliation in the tree. But I had to regain my self-composure and get this door closed as soon as possible.
"Thank you very much," I said, as I gingerly reached out to take the package.
"You're very welcome, ma'am. Have a nice day."
I closed the door and stood there, letting out a long sigh of relief. Then I thought of poor Josh. After putting the package on one of the end tables, I ran back to the bedroom. Josh was still on the bed, but he'd put his pants back on.
"Oh, Josh, I'm so sorry this happened. I wanted it to be so perfect for you this afternoon. You're probably all out of the mood now."
A smile slowly formed on his face. A sweet smile that seemed to radiate both understanding and love.
"Me, not in the mood? Nikki, you've got to be kidding! Get over here, and I'll show you just how much in the mood I still am!"
I was so happy, I ran over and practically jumped onto the bed.
This time we "went all the way" with no interruptions. Afterward, we just laid on the bed for a long time in each others arms. Josh seemed to have a look of serene happiness on his face. I was thrilled, really thrilled, at how happy I had made him.
You know, I read somewhere that a lot of wives don't realize just how much they can build up their husband's self-esteem through sex. When a man knows how much his wife desires him, he's inspired to go out and "lick the world"! What better way to show Josh how much I want him and need him than to occasionally come onto him myself? It was exciting just thinking about the effect this had on him tonight.
Two days later, I thought it would be time to surprise Josh again. Tomorrow morning was Saturday, and he didn't have to go to work. In the past, there'd been a couple of times when he wanted to have sex in the morning, but it's hard to be in the mood when you first wake up, isn't it? At least for women. I always turned him down, so he's stopped trying. That's why what I was planning for tomorrow would be the last thing he would expect!
I didn't sleep that well during the night. Too nervous and excited, I guess. I was fully awake by five o'clock and watched Josh sleeping beside me. I also kept an eye on the clock, which seemed to be advancing very slowly.
Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. I slid closer to Josh and put my arm around him. His eyes opened. I moved even closer and slid my leg over his.
"Good morning, honey," I whispered.
I began caressing his face and ear, then ran my fingers through his hair. While running my finger teasingly on his face, I said in a soft voice, "You know, I've read somewhere that men often wake up with a strong...ummm, well, a strong erection. I've always wondered about that."
As I said this, I started to gently run my hand down his chest.
"Let's see if it's true," I added.
My hand reached its destination, and I found that the book was right, at least today. My lucky day! But why not reinforce what was already present, right? I began gently stroking him there.
Josh looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and an expression of wonderment...as if something too good to be true was happening.
I brazenly gave him a little squeeze on...ummm, that very responsive area so he'd know exactly what I was referring to and whispered, "I think it would be a shame to waste this, don't you? You know what they say, 'Waste not, want not.' "
"Nikki, I can't believe you're so turned on! It's early morning. The few times I've tried in the morning, you've never been in the mood. Is today my birthday or something?"
"No, silly," I giggled. I've just got this burning desire to make love...a burning desire for you."
His face lit up like he was in seventh heaven. He took me in his arms, with a relish and an excitement that has rarely been equaled. After frolicking awhile--well, not for very long, really--we made love.
Josh was exuberant when it was over. Did I enjoy myself? You bet! Not only did I enjoy the sex, but I felt all warm with pleasure to see the effect this had on Josh.
We were not in a hurry to get up. Even though we had already made love, Josh couldn't seem to stop lovingly caressing me.
"Nikki, in the past you haven't taken the initiative very often. Now it's been twice in one week. Is my cute little tease becoming a nymphomaniac?"
Well, he might be touching me with overflowing love, but he still can't resist using those big words. I think he thinks they're romantic.
"My sex drive has always been pretty healthy. But it's centered on you, Josh. A nymphomaniac wouldn't be so particular." Then I looked deeply into his eyes and gently touched his face. "All my desire is for you, Josh. I just wanted to show you how big it is."
He took me in his arms, and we kissed...a long soft, tender kiss.
When we separated, he laid his hand on my shoulder. His smile had suddenly become...playful?
"Does this mean that from now on you'll be letting me have my way with you every time I want?"
I scowled. I should have known he'd come up with something like this. And during an incredibly romantic moment too! Here I was trying to be so sweet and tender! I assumed my best deep-in-thought expression.
"Hmmmm, no...actually, Josh, I was thinking that after this week, I probably shouldn't give in to your prurient desires for, oh, say a month."
His look turned stern. "Nikki, you're about to get another spanking..."
With that he reached for me, and we started a wild tussle on the bed, rolling around, wrestling, laughing, and me giggling hysterically.

Little Red Riding Hood

I was overflowing with excitement as I replaced the phone. Julie had just invited Josh and me out for two Saturdays in a row! And one of them was to a costume party! I just love costume parties! And I know exactly the costume I'm going to wear.
Ooo...but what about Josh? He hates going to parties. Julie's other invitation was just going out to a swank restaurant with her and her husband Tom. Josh won't mind that so much, but he doesn't like festivities with a lot of people, and he certainly isn't going to be thrilled over the idea of a costume party.
Yes, this was going to be a hard sell, and careful strategy was certainly called for.
Let's see...the first invitation is three weeks away. Should I break the news to him now or wait until the last minute? Waiting until just before we have to go might have an advantage. There would be a certain urgency, and Julie and Tom would be depending on us.
Hmm, on the other hand...that wouldn't really be fair to Josh, would it? No, I've got to tell him now. Tonight. And this strategy also has an advantage. If I can get him to agree now, before he has a chance to think about how much he'll hate going, he'll have a tendency to forget all about it over the next couple of weeks. Josh is really bad when it comes to remembering social engagements. If it wasn't for me, we'd never end up where we're supposed to be!
Right, that's the best idea. I'll break it to him tonight. But this still calls for some careful planning. I'll have to get him in a good mood. Now how can I do that? I mused, as I started giggling.
I've heard it said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I don't know what old frump came up with that ridiculous notion, but any self-respecting female knows exactly how to get her way with her husband, and it doesn't involve his stomach, if you get my drift.
Yes, tonight I'll have to invoke a few feminine wiles and get Josh into a good mood: a very good mood, a very...satisfied mood.
Gee, sometimes I feel sorry for men! A female has so many advantages over a mere male. Not that I think of myself as manipulative...well, maybe...a little...no! No, I'm not manipulative. I just take advantage of nature's gifts that every girl possesses...and be the alluring, sexy wife he so loves! All wives should be that way for their husbands, right? So what if once in a while I'm like that at a very opportune time...for me?
Of course, there have been times when my strategies backfired. Like that time when Josh gave me a spanking for teasing him so much.
Oh, well. Those are the chances a wily wife must take. But did I really lose that night? It did turn into a rather passionate...affair!
I looked at the clock and smiled. Josh'll be home in about half an hour. Now what should I be wearing when he walks through the door to greet his adorably cute wife? Yes, I think I know just what will turn his mind in the right direction.
I walked into the bedroom and not surprisingly felt some of those familiar tingly feelings. Humph! And men think they're the only ones who get turned on thinking about...well, making love.
From the closet I pulled out a pleated red and green plaid skirt, somewhat like the skirts in those schoolgirl uniforms, only much shorter. I never wear this one outside the house. Then I pulled on a pair of white knee socks. For the final touch, I took off my bra and put on a white button-down blouse that was just a bit too tight. I didn't bother to button the top two buttons.
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Yes, this would do nicely. Josh will have a one-track mind for the whole evening until he gets me into bed.
As he walked in the door, I was there to greet him. Josh took one look at me, and I noticed his eyes widen in surprise. Then he nodded his head and gave me one of his I-know-you're-up-to-something smiles.
"All right, Nikki. You either want to buy something expensive or you want me to do something I won't want to do."
"Josh!" I responded in mock surprise. "How can you say that? Can't I dress up sexy to welcome you home?"
"Sure you can--anytime you want. I love it! But I also know there's probably some ulterior motive. At the very least, you want to get me all hot-and-bothered and then make me wait one more night. That way, you know I'll have only one thing on my mind all day tomorrow at work."
I moved toward him and started caressing his chest and then put my arms around him, making sure I snuggled up to him as closely as I could. He took me into his embrace.
"You can have me any time you want me," I purred in a soft, sultry voice, hoping to project deep passion, which in fact I was beginning to feel at this moment in his arms.
"Now you know perfectly well that's not true--you little tease! You're devious, and we both know it. But you're devious in a really cute way, and that's one of things I love about you. And you're my incredibly sexy wife."
He lifted me off the floor and walked over to the sofa. Easing me into a prone position, he began running his hands along my body, sending chills coursing through me. In the process, he made sure my skirt went up.
"White panties...just like a schoolgirl," he observed in a clinical way.
Then he unbuttoned the next few buttons on my blouse, his hands doing a lot more in that area than was necessary to get the job done. My arousal was building, and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster.
"But no bra...very naughty, Nikki. You know what I should do, don't you?"
I was starting to breathe a lot heavier and had difficulty finding my voice.
"Yes, I know exactly what you should do...and it's not spanking me."
Josh smiled. He put his arms under me, picked me up, and carried me into our bedroom. Laying me gently on the bed, he then slid in next to me. Grabbing me in his arms, he rolled me over on top of him.
I kissed him hungrily, now consumed with desire. When our lips parted, I pushed down on his shoulders, straddling him on my knees. He reached under my skirt and began caressing me. My eyes closed as I threw my head back and pushed against his hand.
Well, needless to say, in the heat of passion, we made love right then and there. How that man can move me!
As we both lay there catching our breath, Josh was holding me in his arms with my head resting on his shoulders. What had happened? Boy, did I lose control! My strategy--what happened to my strategy? I was supposed to make him wait, driving him crazy with desire all evening. Then I'd finally let him have his way with me. When we were done, that would be the time to break the news about our two fun-filled invitations.
"You know, Josh, I hadn't meant for this to happen—not this early in the evening, at least."
"It must have been my irresistible charm."
"Maybe so. Obviously, I couldn't resist!"
"Okay, Nikki, your plan was successful. What is it you want me to do?" he asked with a smug smile on his face.
My plan successful? Well, no point in confessing that my plan just flew out the window in the heat of passion! Trying to gather my thoughts, I sat up on the bed and grabbed my blouse.
"Aren't you going to put on a bra?"
"Oh, yeah...well, maybe I should...Na...what the heck: I think I'm pretty safe. I can't imagine you're up to another session of passionate love tonight." I gave him my best devious smile. "But just in case, maybe I'll leave it off." I got out of bed and pulled that short schoolgirl skirt back on too.
While I finished dressing, Josh repeated his question: "Come on, Nikki, what do you want me to do?"
I was still in a quandary what to do. Oh, well, now might be the best time anyway. As I looked at him lying on the bed, some of the excitement I felt when Julie had called started coming back.
Smiling brightly, I said, "Guess what! Julie called today. She and Tom have invited us out for two Saturdays in a row!"
"And what are the two activities? Don't spare me any of the unpleasant details."
"Well, the one Saturday night they asked us to dinner at that really swank restaurant we've noticed on Addison. Know which one I mean? You said we should go there sometime."
"Yes, Nikki, I know the restaurant. Now what is the other Saturday night going to be?"
"Now, Josh, don't jump to conclusions. I think it'll really be great fun."
"Nikki!" he said sternly. "What is it?"
"Well...actually...it's a costume party at their house. There'll only be about five or six couples. It'll be so much fun, Josh."
"Five or six couples!"
"Yeah, that's all!" I hoped my tone conveyed the thought that this made everything all right! "And I've already decided who I'm going as: Little Red Riding Hood." Now I really was feeling like a schoolgirl--that same old giddy excitement!
Josh rolled his eyes upward in dismay. Then he looked back into my eyes, apparently trying to summon every bit of resolve possible.
"Well, I am NOT going as the big, bad wolf!"
"Of course not, silly. I want you to be handsome and debonair. You'll be going as the Count of Monte Cristo!"
He groaned.
"I don't suppose there's any chance of arguing my way out of this?
Now it was my turn to assume a smug smile. "None at all! And you're going to like the way I look in my Little-Red-Riding-Hood costume!"
"No doubt that's true, but this might cost you more than you thought."
I was standing near the bed, so he took my hand and pulled me back down, then started running his hand under my skirt again, playing with the leg band of my panties.
This would never do. No need to spoil him shamelessly, right? I took his hand and moved it to a more respectable place--on his stomach.
"Now, Josh, we'd better get out of this room. We haven't eaten dinner yet, you know."
"Later then?"
"Joshua! What kind of question is that? And what self-respecting 'little tease' would answer it? You've got to wonder and wish and hope and plan and scheme..." Laughing, I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Now get dressed and let's eat."
During the course of the evening, Josh couldn't take his eyes off me--any part of me. That's always sort of an exciting experience for me, and I knew he'd probably be ready for Round 2 when we went to bed.
When I walked into the bedroom that night, I plopped down on the side of the bed. That skirt didn't cover very much. As Josh walked in, his eyes darted down to my knees and very over-exposed legs. A small smile appeared on his face.
He walked around the other side of the bed and climbed in behind me, then reached around and started unbuttoning my blouse. "Now Josh, I..." Somehow, I was having difficulty finding the words. Twice in one night? Of course, I should say no. My long-standing reputation as a tease had already suffered considerable damage. But those hands kept moving, tenderly, softly...Finally, I was able to summon some willpower. Turning my head to look at him, I asked, "You don't really expect to get sex twice in one evening, do you?"
He just put his other arm around me and eased me down on the bed.
"I guess you do..."
The next day, I couldn't wait to get to the computer. Josh had already left, and I was anxious to order my Little Red Riding Hood costume. To my surprise, there were plenty of them to choose from. After a few minutes of looking, I brought up my fifth site...Oops, that costume would really do a trick on Josh, but I could never leave the house dressed in that! Then I got a great idea. I'll order this one just for some special night at home--maybe greet him in it when he comes home on Halloween...or maybe use it the next time I need to get Josh in a really good mood, I thought, giggling to myself.
I looked at a few more pictures. Ah, here's the one I want. A cute red and white checkerboard skirt, short, but not too short. It also came with a white top and a red velvet cape and hood. But what really set it apart was the white petticoat with lace trim that extended a few inches below the skirt but still well above the knees. Smiling, I pictured myself in this costume--and Josh's reaction!
But let's see, now. What should I wear on my legs? Maybe red tights. One of the outfits had actually been shown that way. No...too much red. Maybe black tights. No...not tights--too opaque. Black pantyhose? Yeah, that's better: black pantyhose with shiny black calf-height boots. But...no...too seductive-looking. Maybe nothing at all! Yeah, that's it! Bare legs with white bobby socks--very little-girl like.
Let's see now...one more problem to solve. Something really sexy but not on public display. Yeah, something I've always wanted to get: red panties covered with ruffles. That'll do it! Putting in a new search, it didn't take long to find just what I was looking for. I smiled impishly. If Josh gets a flash of those, and I can make sure he does, he won't be able to think of anything else the whole evening. It'll keep his mind off of how much he dislikes parties.
Oh...now that presents a problem. Somehow, I've got to keep Josh from seeing them while I get dressed. He usually makes sure he's around at those times. Well, I'll be able to come up with something. He thinks I'm devious. Have to live up that reputation, don't I?
Now to get Josh his Count-of-Monte-Cristo outfit. I giggled again. This is going to be so much fun.
The days went by slowly. I just couldn't wait. When everything arrived, I hid the stuff where Josh wouldn't ordinarily notice new boxes. Not that he'd go looking for it. He's probably trying suppress the thought of his upcoming ordeal.
When the first of the two Saturdays finally arrived, I was bubbling with joy. "Josh, guess what! You know what this Saturday is?
He groaned. "You know, for a while there I'd managed to forget about our invitations. Well, at least tonight is the restaurant. I've still got another week before my real ordeal."
"What do mean? Tonight's the costume party!" I said, smiling brightly.
He frowned and wrinkled his brow in deep thought.
"Nikki, you told me the first of the two Saturdays was the dinner with Tom and Julie at Luigi's."
I give him my one of my know-it-all-smiles. "As usual, you've mixed up the two dates. The first of the two Saturdays is the costume party at their home. Next week is Luigi's."
"I'm pretty sure you told me the first Saturday was the restaurant back when you first broke the wonderful news to me. Maybe you ought to call Julie and make sure."
"Josh, there's absolutely no reason. It would be embarrassing for me. Who's the social organizer in this family? Me. You never can remember dates or social engagements. If it wasn't for me, we'd never end up keeping them."
He raised an eyebrow. "Have it your way, Nikki." Then he wagged his finger at me and smirked. "You're living dangerously..."
Well, I didn't let Josh's poor memory dampen my spirits. Maybe subconsciously his mind played this little trick on him so we could arrive at our costume party in normal clothes.
But now I had other things to deal with--like solving that problem of getting him out of the bedroom while I put on my very special...hidden surprise.
An hour latter we headed into the bedroom to change into our costumes. I sat down on the side of the bed and took off my shoes and socks. Now was the time to put my plan into operation.
"Josh, would you please get me that clothes brush? I think it's somewhere in the hall closet."
He scowled at me, but went out to get it. What he didn't know was that I had earlier placed it in a rather obscure corner of the closet. It would take him awhile to find it. I had also put everything I would need within easy reach here in the bedroom.
As soon as Josh left, I whipped off my clothes and got into my new panties, petticoat, and skirt. I needn't have hurried; there was time to spare. I didn't want to deal with a lot of complaining, so I waited until he got back before doing anything on top. That would give him at least something to satisfy his prurient glances.
When he finally got back, he didn't look at all happy. But he handed me the brush and dropped his eyes to my Little Red Riding Hood skirt. Slowly but surely a smile appeared on his face.
I stood up and did a three-sixty for him. "Like it?" I asked brightly.
"Yeah, Nikki, you look really cute in that."
"And I can't wait to see how handsome you look as the Count of Monte Cristo."
Now that he was back, I could finish dressing. I pulled off my teeshirt and changed bras--while Josh had his eyes glued on me. When I put on the top, he smiled again.
"Nice, real nice."
I looked in the mirror. It was nice--really cute, I thought. The top had a somewhat low-cut crew neck but was still descent. The short sleeves had those adorably puffy shoulders that I always liked. White bobby socks and shoes completed the look. I was Little Red Riding Hood!
"All right, Josh, you can stop staring now and put on your costume."
With the look of a condemned man on his face, he turned to the closet and pulled out the costume I'd bought him.
After Josh had finished dressing, my heart started beating a little faster. I just couldn't believe how good he looked--how handsome he was as the Count of Monte Cristo: those sleek, black pants, that fancy white shirt with the high, priest-like collar, the gray vest with its upturned collar, and that coat with its short cape in the back. James Caviezel standing right here in my own bedroom! So now it was my turn to ogle: I couldn't take my eyes off him. Now there's a turn of events!
I walked up to him and laid my hand tenderly on his chest.
"I could just eat you up, Josh! We'd better get out of this room, or we'll never get to the party."
"Now that's the best idea I've heard yet--you eating me up in the bedroom instead of going to that silly party." He started to draw me to him.
Well, that brought me back to my senses. I put both hands on his chest to keep him from grabbing me.
"No, Josh, not now. We're going to the party!" Then I gave him a devilish grin. "If I'm still in this mood when we get home, well, maybe then...if you're lucky."
"You're a tease, Nikki, a real tease!" But he was still smiling.
As we walked out to the car, I was planning my next move. Josh opened the passenger door for me, and as he was watching my legs, I climbed in rather "carelessly," taking full advantage of the short skirt I was wearing. His eyes widened.
"Nikki, what do you have on under that skirt?"
I tried my best to look highly indignant. It wasn't easy.
"Joshua! What kind of a question is that for a gentleman to ask a lady?"
"I don't know about a gentleman, but it's a perfectly natural question for a overly libidinous husband to ask his overly sexy wife when he just got a flash of red ruffles up her skirt."
"'Libidinous'?"
"Yeah, it's a very descriptive word. You should look it up sometime."
"I know what the word means, Josh, and it does describe you to a tee." Then I assumed a very nonchalant tone of voice. "But with regard to what I might or might not have on under my skirt, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until we get home tonight. Just let your imagination run wild."
That ought to start his male imagination working overtime. As I sat there waiting for him to get in, I felt quite pleased with myself!
On the drive to Tom and Julie's, Josh had a hard time keeping his eyes off my legs. It was impossible to get this skirt down very far, and it was fortunate that we arrived without a traffic accident.
Josh held my hand as we walked up to their front door. Even after being married for several years now, it's still a thrill when he does that.
I had been wondering what Julie's reaction would be when she saw my cute costume, so I was all smiles as she opened the door. However, instead of returning my smile, her mouth just dropped open in shock.
My face suddenly grow very hot as I realized what had happened. Josh had been right: I did get the two invitations reversed. I couldn't tell which emotion was stronger: embarrassment or sheer panic.
I was still incapable of speech, so Julie was the first to speak. It was clear that she also had numerous emotions vying for ascendancy.
"Nikki! What...You're wearing your costume...but...Nikki, tonight we're going to Luigi's."
Josh took my arm and came forward.
"Julie, could we come inside? We must have gotten the two nights mixed up. We were thinking tonight was the costume party."
He was being gallant. I was the idiot who got the two nights mixed up. Once inside, I finally got a grip on myself.
"Julie, I don't know how it happened. Yeah, I thought tonight was the costume party."
Then for the first time, I noticed what Julie was wearing. It was a beautifully elegant, full-length blue evening gown, in soft, flowing material.
My mind began working at warp speed, desperately seeking a solution to this nightmare. I looked at Julie.
"We'll run home and change..."
"Nikki, there isn't time for that. We have to be there in twenty minutes."
"Okay, then..." I mumbled, trying to think fast.
"Maybe I could wear something of yours..."
She scowled at me. "Are you kidding? You're a size six. I'm a size...well, that's not important. Nothing I have will fit you."
The two of us stared at each other for a few moments. I could tell Julie was beginning to feel really sorry for me.
"That's okay," she said. "We'll have dinner here. I'll just whip up something..."
"But a ritzy restaurant like Luigi's will probably charge for a broken reservation."
"Yes, but..."
With a determined act of the will, I became resolute.
"No, we're going. It was my bullheadedness that got me into this, and I'm just going to pay the price. Anyway, I'm not wearing shorts and a teeshirt. I've got on a skirt and jacket. They'll have to let me in."
Julie looked at me dubiously. Then she shot a glance at Josh, who had remained quiet since coming into the house. I looked at him too, then back to Julie.
"Oh, Josh'll be fine," I said. "His outfit doesn't look all that different from a fancy tuxedo." I looked at him again. He gave me his best consoling smile and nodded his head.
"Here," Julie said, "let me tuck that hood inside the collar so it won't be as noticeable."
On the drive to the restaurant, Josh never said a word. I just sat there humiliated. Why hadn't I called Julie as he had suggested? Oh well. The evening could only get better. Nothing could be as bad as what already happened.
As the four of us walked up to the restaurant entrance, I felt just a bit chilly. Odd, I thought...Then I realized my hair was blowing. We were at the door when it finally dawned on me why I felt cold, but it was too late.
Three things happened simultaneously. Tom stepped up to the door, pulled it open, and turned to watch us enter. Two elderly couples were about to leave the restaurant. A sudden gust of wind caught my short, Little Red Riding Hood skirt and flipped it up around my waist.
In that moment, four stately men and three very well-dressed women saw bare legs and a pair of outrageous red, ruffled panties.
No doubt my face matched their color as I struggled to push my skirt back down in the contrary wind. Tom looked very embarrassed; the two elderly couples looked scandalized.
I rushed into the door and just kept walking, not wanting to turn around and see seven people still standing dumbfounded at the door.
What else could go wrong tonight, I wondered, as the hostess led us to our table.
Well, I underestimated how I would feel walking into this restaurant.
All the men turned to watch me as I walked by, shocked expressions on their faces, while their high-society wives in their formal evening gowns gave me looks of deepest loathing. My face was very warm, and I knew it must be as red as my silly costume.
A short time later, our food arrived. I had ordered the famous House Specialty Spaghetti, and our dinner conversation had finally succeeded in calming me down. I was beginning to feel almost normal, even happy. That's when it happened.
Julie had just asked me a question, and all three of them were watching me as I lifted a folk-full of spaghetti, formulating my answer. Something made me look down as the folk was almost to my mouth. There, before my unbelieving eyes, as if in slow motion, one spaghetti noodle that I had failed to cut slid smoothly off the folk and plopped in the center of my white, Little Red Riding Hood top.
Embarrassment again surged through me as I quickly grabbed the offensive noodle and stuffed it under the edge of my plate. Taking my napkin, I dipped it into my water glass and desperately began wiping my shirt, all to no avail. All that my effort accomplished was to make the shirt stick tightly to my bra. I tried to pull it away and fluff the shirt out. The stain, however, would be there for the remainder of the evening, perhaps forever, the reddish color an appropriate symbol of my totally destroyed dignity.
Julie tried to be nice. "Don't worry about it, Nikki. It's hardly noticeable."
I was never so glad to leave a restaurant in my life. Tom and Julie had stayed behind to pay the bill. It was finally over. Surely nothing more could happen to me.
Josh put his arm around me as we walked back to our car.
"Nikki, I'm so sorry for you. I know how excited you were about tonight."
I reached around his waste and squeezed. "It was all my own fault. I should have listened to you and called Julie. But you know me--an insufferable know-it-all."
I was beginning to feel a little more relaxed when it happened.
All at once, my foot gave out.
"Owww...my ankle..."
Josh's arm instantly tightened around me and kept me from falling.
"What happened?"
"I must have twisted my ankle."
"Can you put any weight on it?"
"Well, I don't know..." I gingerly set my foot down again. It really hurt. "I don't think so..."
I didn't realize until it was too late how Josh would take that. Before I knew what was happening, he'd put his other arm under my knees, and swept me up into his arms. He actually started carrying me to the car!
I knew what was wrong almost immediately--at the very same moment that I spotted three young couples walking toward us and the restaurant. My skirt was dangling freely, which provided an excellent view of my derriere hanging down between his arms, adorned with those sassy panties! Those panties that were meant only for Josh to see.
As the three couples approaching us drew nearer, the girls tried to suppress fits of giggles as their husbands' eyes practically popped out of their heads. One of the girls put her hand up and gently turned her husband's head away from the spectacular display that had just unfolded before them.
I was absolutely mortified. With ill-concealed anger, I whispered, "Josh! You're supposed to catch my skirt when you pick me up this way. Haven't you ever seen this done in the movies?"
I could see his face redden. "Oh, Nikki, I didn't realize..." Then before I could say anything more, he dropped my feet back to the ground, sending a sharp, shooting pain through my ankle and leg.
Well, with Josh's help, I hobbled to the car and managed to get in, not too lady-like, either, under the circumstances.
By this time, Tom and Julie had arrived at our car.
"Nikki, what happened? Are you hurt?"
"I must have twisted my ankle." I paused. "You know, maybe we ought to call it a night. I think I should probably stay off this foot for awhile, maybe put some ice on it or something." I reached out the car window and touched her arm. "Julie, I'm so sorry I embarrassed you tonight and ruined your whole evening."
She gave me a wry smile. "I don't think I was the one who felt the lion's share of embarrassment tonight...Ummm, will we see you next Saturday...in your costumes?"
I couldn't help laughing at the uncertain way she had asked that question. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." I looked up at Josh, still standing outside my door. "Would we, Josh?"
He gave me one of his sweet smiles and then turned to Julie. "Of course not! Looking forward to it. I can hardly wait to see how Nikki manages to humiliate herself next week!"
I scowled. That was not the response I was expecting, but I guess I had it coming.
When we got home, Josh helped me onto the bed and then got an icepack to put on my ankle. He left the room for ten or fifteen minutes. When he got back, I looked up at him sheepishly.
"I think you'll have to undress me tonight..."
His mouth curled into an evil grin. "Well, I suppose so, if I have to."
"Yeah, I'm just sure it'll be a real sacrifice on your part."
He pulled off my skirt and slip. His eyes went immediately to my...well, where would any self-respecting male look with me sprawled out like that on the bed? Poor Josh.
"You know, those are pretty sexy panties you've got on. I did get several good looks at them tonight."
"Yeah, you and half the men at the restaurant!"
Suddenly the first bit of humor struck me. I giggled as I thought that several of those high-society wives from the restaurant might be called upon to make a decision tonight, if you get my drift.
Josh next helped me off with my top and bra, and together we managed to get my nightshirt on. Little Red Riding Hood has transformed back into Little Drab Nikki.
I started thinking about those other wives...and then about me. Standing there in front of me, Josh still looked incredibly handsome as the Count of Monte Cristo.
"You know what I'd like to do, Josh?" I asked with my sweetest come-on smile.
He gave me quizzical look. "You mean...but what about your ankle?"
"Am I usually on my feet when we do it?" Josh continued to stare at me. "Come on, I heard it builds up self esteem, and I could use a little of that after tonight. Now get down here. There are some really cute ruffles I want to show you."

It's Risky to Be Frisky

It was Friday afternoon, and I just didn't feel like cooking. But what could I do about it? Well, the answer is really quite simple: get my darling husband, Josh, to take me out for dinner. So I walked into the bedroom and took a look at myself in the full-length mirror. 

Ugh! This would never do. My hair was a mess and my clothes frumpy. Knowing Josh like I do, something cutesy would make him much more open to suggestion. I brushed my hair and put on white bobby socks, a loose-fitting miniskirt, and a teeshirt. 

When he got home from work, I gave him a bright, inviting smile. He returned the smile and looked appreciatively at my legs. Things were definitely moving in the right direction. 

"Hey, Josh--how about a kiss for your adoring wife?" 

He opened his arms, and I walked into his embrace. 

This was not all an act. I love Josh very much, and I just about melt when he holds me tight.

His kiss was warm and tender. As he was caressing my back, it didn't take long for his hand to drop down and squeeze my bottom. He likes doing that, and I knew it would put him in a good mood. 

"How was your day?" I asked as we separated. 

He walked over to a chair and sat down. 

"A little tiring." 

"Tired, huh? Me too." 

I went over to him and sat down in his lap. We kissed again.

"You know what I'd like to do?" 

He started to push my skirt up. "Get into bed and make love?" 

"No, silly!" Moving his hand back up to a more discreet position, I pulled my skirt back down--at least as far down as it would go. Then I lowered my voice seductively. "How about taking your sexy wife out to dinner tonight? I'm too tired to cook." 

He hesitated just for a moment, but it was long enough.

"Great!" I said in a tone that implied the issue was settled. "Tell you what. I'll just jump in the shower, and we'll be ready to go in a jiffy. In the meantime, why don't you change?" 

I guess I always was just a little bossy. That didn't change much when I married Josh, the love of my life. Mind you, though, he's not a wimp. He can put his foot down when he wants to. It's just that, well...he usually doesn't, and I get my way. 

But being bossy isn't my only fault. I'm also a little vixen--I love being a tease and used to tease Josh a lot when we were dating. There were times when I'd let me skirt ride up while we were in the car. He'd keep looking down at my legs, and I knew I was turning him on. When I did that, he'd usually want to stop and park. Sometimes I went along with that, but sometimes I wouldn't--all he'd get was a goodnight kiss. I was so terrible I should be ashamed of myself! But it was really fun to see him get so excited he could hardly control himself, and it was exciting for me to know I could have that effect on him. 

I read somewhere--in some novel, I think--that it's not the man's job to resist little temptations. He sees, and he wants. It's the way he's wired. It's the girl's job to resist temptation and keep things from getting out of hand. Not that Josh would ever try to go all the way; he didn't believe in that. But he would try to get pretty fresh, and I had to decide just how much to let him do. 

Well, as far as teasing is concerned, now that we're married, I'm much worse! You see, we can now make love--and there's nothing more thrilling for either of us than our sex life. The problem is that Josh would probably want to make love every night, but that would eventually make sex less exciting, wouldn't it? So I have to put some limits on him. 

But I tease him a lot. I'll dress sexy around the house and do little things to turn him on. Like snuggle up to him when we're watching a movie, put my hand a little too high on his leg, or put my arm around him and play with his hair and ear. Sometimes I'll "accidentally" give him a little flash down my shirt or up my skirt. It's all so much fun! All my teasing gets him really turned, but sometimes I'll give him my impish smile and make him wait a night or two. 

Does that sound mean? Well, it could be, I guess--in some marriages, with certain personalities. But Josh likes my teasing. Not that he isn't disappointed on those nights when I don't let him have his way with me. But I know he enjoys how this builds up his excitement. When I've said no, he can't wait for the next night to try again--and he tries a lot harder to seduce me. It's fun for me, and its fun for him. He's told me that. 

But tonight I found out something: teasing can get a girl into a rather...shocking position! 

Last night, Josh had wanted to make love, but despite his best attempts and a lot of giggling on my part, I'd said no. Tonight I decided to really turn on the teasing. And who knows? I might even give him some action tonight. But I always make those decisions on the spur of the moment--depending on how I feel at the time. 

Anyway, Josh always likes to watch me dress, so I thought I'd give him a real eye full. My antics might seem a little crass, but I know what turns my husband on. Shouldn't a wife be sexy for her husband? I think so.

He was in the bedroom dressing when I walked in from my shower with a towel wrapped around me. I saw him standing there watching me, and I got my first idea. Facing just a bit toward him, I bent over to open the dresser drawer where I keep my underwear. As I pulled the drawer open and began to rummage around in it, I let my towel "accidentally" fall open in front. 

His eyes almost popped out. Here, not more than six feet from him, was his lovely and vivacious wife bent over at the waist with her bare breasts dangling tantalizingly before his very eyes. 

It gave me a bit of a thrill too as I imagined what was going through his mind, and I almost burst out laughing. However, I kept myself under control and managed to feign disgust at the misbehaving towel. 

"Good grief! This towel just isn't big enough. But I don't need it anymore anyway." Then I looked up at him and gave him a seductive smile. "Try to control yourself, now, I'm taking it off." 

I stood up straight, pulled the towel off, and threw it on the bed behind me. I was absolutely naked in front of my husband. He returned my smile. 

"Well, I must say that you're not making it very easy to control myself. What time did you say those reservations were for? Do we have time for maybe a little..." 

"No, we don't have time, so don't get any ideas." 

With that I turned back to the drawer and pulled out a white, lacy bra that hooked in the front and matching white panties. I stepped into my panties and pulled them up. In the mirror, I sneaked a look at Josh. He had not moved an inch and was still staring at me. Needless to say, I was enjoying this immensely. 

After putting on my bra, I reached up and with slow, caressing squeezes to adjust the position of my breasts in the bra--all totally unnecessary, of course. From the look on Josh, he could hardly believe what he was seeing. 

So, attired only in a bra and panties, I flashed him impish smile, and walked back into the bathroom to blow-dry my hair. 

It was only a matter of a minute or two before Josh walked past the bathroom door rather slowly and looked in at me. Then he walked past again. He still hadn't finished dressing. When he walked past a third time, I shut off the blow dryer and gave him my best disgruntled look.

"Are you ogling my underpants?" 

"'Underpants'? I find the name 'panties' much sexier." 

"Yeah, I know. That's why I said 'underpants.' I didn't think you needed any more encouragement right now." 

"Well, you're sure giving me a lot of it." 

"Am I?" I replied in a tone dripping with sweet innocence. 

"Nikki, you know very well you are! And I noticed that you put on your sexiest bra and panties...Yeah, now I get it! This can only mean one thing: you're trying to make amends for saying no last night and making me go to sleep a thoroughly frustrated husband." 

I knew Josh wasn't really angry with me. He often accuses me of being a tease, but he knows I orchestrate our love life for the best and never gets angry when I say no. 

"In your dreams! I'm just trying to get ready so we can go out to eat tonight. Now if you can tear yourself away from the bathroom door, and my panties," I added with emphasis, "long enough to finish dressing, that might help." 

Josh smiled and turned to go back into the bedroom. By the time I returned, he had finished dressing. I had decided not to wear pantyhose tonight, so opening a few more dresser drawers, I pulled out a pair of white knee socks and a slip. As I bent down to get the socks, I turned my derriere toward Josh and gave him another eye full. I'm so mean! But what is it about men that they just eat this sort of thing up? 

Sitting down on the side of the bed facing the dresser, I pulled on the knee socks and noticed that Josh was watching me in the dresser mirror. He must have moved into just the right position so that the mirror allowed him to look up my legs as if he were standing right in front of me. I decided to put on another show. 

Of course, I couldn't make quite the production of pulling on knee socks as I could have done with pantyhose, but I stretched out each leg in turn until my foot rested on the dresser in front of me and then slowly and deliberately smoothed each sock onto my leg. My legs were apart, and Josh could evidently see all the way up to my panties. Men are so predictable! 

That done, I stood up and pulled on my slip. Then I walked over to the closest and took out a blouse. Josh walked up, put his arm around me, and kissed me. 

"You're too much, Nikki, you know that?" 

As he said that to me, he started drawing little circles on my bra with his finger. I took his hand and pulled it away. 

"Now behave yourself, Josh. You're not going to get anything right now, so there's no use trying." 

When I finished buttoning my blouse, I got out a pleated skirt with a hem that came an inch or two above me knees. It was one that Josh particularly liked. I had one more trick up my sleeve--one of my best. I knew it would make him hot and bothered all the way to the restaurant! 

I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up, tucking in my blouse at the same time. Turning to face Josh, I pretended to appraise my side profile in the mirror. My blouse needed straightening, and to do that, all I really needed to pull up was my skirt. But I "clumsily" got my slip caught in my fingers, and slowing raised both all the way to my waist, treating Josh a full, head-on view of my panties. 

"Oops," I remarked, and dropped the slip. After pulling my blouse neatly down, I let the skirt drop. Looking up at Josh, I did a little pirouette. 

"Well, do I look okay?" 

"You little vixen! You know perfectly well that you look unbelievably sexy and that you just gave me a show that made my heart pound." 

I walked over to him, laying my hand sweetly on his face. 

"Oh, you poor darling," I purred. 

"I hope you'll feel that sorry for me when we get home." 

"Well, you never know, do you?" 

I made my sweet smile turn devilish. Then grabbing his hand, I added, "Come on, let's go. Our sumptuous dinner awaits us." 

At the restaurant, I became real affectionate. While we were waiting for the food to come, I reached across the table and tenderly caressed the top of his hand with my fingers. He loved it, I could tell, and soon took my hand in his. We held hands until the waitress arrived with our meal. 

While we were eating, I kicked off one of my shoes and gently ran my foot up and down his leg under the table. It looked to me like he had trouble concentrating on his food. 

I'd didn't do all this just to be a little tease. I love Josh very much, and I show it. I believe in being affectionate, and I love it when he's affectionate with me. 

After dinner, we took in a movie. Just like a couple of teenagers, we looked for some seats with no one around us. During the movie, Josh either had his arm around me or had his hand on my knee, with my skirt pushed a little up out of the way. Yes, my teasing earlier was really paying off.

I figured Josh would try to make love tonight, and during the drive home I thought I was really in the mood. But by the time we got home, it was rather late and I decided to wait one more night. 

But that didn't mean I was too tired for a little more teasing. 

When we walked into the bedroom, I flopped onto the bed fully dressed. Pulling my knees up, separated just enough, I let my skirt slide up. 

That was it! Josh saw that and just couldn't take anymore. He jumped on the bed next me. Poor Josh! I thought as I turned toward him and smiled. 

With one arm, he reached around my shoulder and pulled me into a passionate kiss. At the same time, and ran his hand under my skirt and up my inner thigh. His fingers reached my panties, and I felt that familiar tingling begin. But I knew that at this point I had to put a stop to things. 

"Oh, Josh, not tonight. I'm just too tired." 

He backed away and looked at me, breathing hard. 

"After everything you've done tonight, now you're going to say no?"  I giggled. 

"Oh?" I asked sweetly. "Did I give you the impression I wanted to make love tonight? Well, just think how much you'll love going after me tomorrow night!" 

But as I said that in my playful tone of voice, I looked into his eyes. His face wore an odd expression. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. 

"Okay, Nikki, that does it," he said with a sense of finality. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean the time has come for you to pay the price for all the teasing you've done and for saying no last night and tonight. You're going to get a spanking." 

I felt my face flush. 

A spanking? A host of images and emotions suddenly flooded my mind. I'd never been spanked before, even as a little girl. He couldn't really be serious, could he? 

But then to my shock, he jumped out of bed and pulled the chair of my little vanity table out to the middle of the room. I began to get really nervous. 

"Josh...Josh, what are you going to do?" 

"What I said--I'm going to spank you. Let's just call this the male way to tease." 

I tried to sound firm. "Spank me?! Don't be silly now." 

"Yes, spank you." He started to walk toward me. 

"Now...now wait a minute..." 

But he wasn't waiting. He came over to the bed, took my hand in a strong grip, and pulled me up.

Then, while still holding my hand, he led me to that chair. I looked at it. All of sudden, it had an ominous aura about it. 

I just couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was going to be spanked! Spanked! Me! My heart was beating pretty fast by now. Was he thinking of turning me over his knee? My gosh, what would that be like? 

"Josh, let's just go to bed, okay?" 

"I'll put you to bed after your spanking." 

I was feeling a mass of conflicting emotions. My verbal protests seemed to be coming from a part of me that was a little scared--worried about what was going to happen, worried about being embarrassed, worried about being spanked like a child! 

Yet there was something else going on inside of me. I felt a strange kind of excitement. Why should I be getting excited? What would I do if he turned me over his knee? What could I do?

My heart started beating even faster. 

While still holding my hand, Josh sat down on the chair. We looked into each other's eyes, but just for a moment. Then, before I knew what was happening, he lifted my arm and pulled me right over his knees. 

My worst fears had come true. Or was it fear? 

"Josh...oh, this is embarrassing!" 

"A spanking is supposed to be embarrassing, Nikki. And it should sting, because it's supposed to teach you a lesson." 

My two arms were stretched out on one side of him, and my legs were dangling helplessly over his lap on the other side. With his one hand, he pushed down on the center of my back to hold me in place. 

"But I don't want to be spanked..." 

He ignored me. How was he going to do this? Was he really going to slap my bottom? Then another thought flooded my mind: would he pull up my skirt? 

Now that really started my heart pounding. But I sensed it now more strongly than before: I was getting excited--sexually excited. 

Now why in the world would that be? 

But there was no time to think about that now. I felt his other hand on my legs. He was taking the hems of my skirt and slip and pulling them slowing up to my waist. 

"Josh...wait now...maybe I was a bit hasty before when I, um...are you pulling up my skirt?!" 

Something, who knows what, caused me to start kicking my legs. Was I trying to escape? 

Maybe...but somehow I knew I really didn't want to escape. 

So here I was: draped across my husband's knees, skirt up over my waist, my bottom sticking up in the air, utterly exposed and vulnerable, waiting to be spanked. 

Incredibly, a question flashed through my mind. What must I look like to Josh in this position? He always found panties sexy. Was this turning him on? Looking down at my panties that were just waiting to be spanked? Was he getting as turned on as I was? 

Then a new thought came, and my heart started to do flip-flops. Would he try to pull down my panties? 

But I wasn't given much time to worry about this. My eyes popped wide open as I felt a sudden slap. 

"Owwww...Josh...that stings..." 

A little sting. The realization was almost instantly in my brain. That hadn't hurt. He certainly wasn't slapping me hard to hurt me. It was just a little sting, but that sting seemed to excite my senses. I could feel a tingling begin in another area in addition to my derriere. 

Another spank.

I started kicking my legs harder. I tried to reach around and cover my bottom with my free hand, 

but Josh grabbed it and pinned it to my back. So there he was--holding my hand and spanking me! My excitement was almost overwhelming. 

"Oooooh...no more, please," I begged. "I've learned my lesson..." 

Why did I say that? This was not a punishment like a little child might get. Somehow I knew that, and I knew that Josh knew it too. He wasn't angry at all. This was excitement...sexual playfulness. 

Foreplay. Of course! Josh had said himself: this was a male form of teasing. He was teasing me. 

And I was loving it! 

I also knew that I had learned no such "lesson": this spanking wasn't going to stop me from teasing him one bit! 

He gave my jiggling posterior several more spanks and then stopped. But instead of letting me up, he began running his hands over my bottom, in a caressing, soothing motion. When I felt his fingers slip down between my legs, I started to go crazy with desire. 

I moaned and sighed, but didn't say a word. I swayed up and down on his lap, pressing myself against his tormenting fingers. How long would he keep doing this? How much longer could I take it without exploding? 

Then just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. Josh took my hand again and lifted me to a standing position. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and press myself against his body, but he was quicker than I was. With one arm around my back and the other under my knees, he swept me up and into his arms. 

I never felt safer or warmer in my life. 

He walked over to the bed and laid me gently down. I watched his eyes as he pulled off my skirt and then my slip. One-by-one, he undid the buttons of my blouse, teasing my breasts as he did so. I closed my eyes, and I really think I trembled at his touch. Placing his hand behind my neck, he lifted me enough so I could slip my arms out of the blouse. 

There I lay: white knee socks, white panties, and a white bra--like a schoolgirl...a schoolgirl who'd just been spanked! 

I looked up at Josh again. He couldn't take his eyes off me as he stood beside the bed and undressed. There was a passion in his eyes...a longing, a deep desire...And it was for me! I was so tense...my mind had only one thought, one emotion. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad...I had to have him...now...he must take me now... 

When he climbed onto the bed, he straddled me on his knees. 

"And now, my little tease, you're going to make mad passionate love to me." 

My arms were already open as he leaned down to kiss me.

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