The dress is navy blue with gold paisley overlay in the bodice and big fancy ruffles on the bottom. It appears as if I’m walking on air when I glide through the room.
“I think I’ll start the night in this one,” I said turning to me husband for approval. My skin was tan, and my hair was freshly done, the morning glow still seeping from my pores.
He looked me up and down and smiled. “I like it.”
Of course, he liked them all, all three of the dresses I’ll be wearing as I emcee a big red carpet awards show tonight. It’ll be a crowd of 400 drinking and clapping and winning prestigious honors. As the mistress of ceremonies, I have to look every bit of classy glam without looking like I’m trying too hard.
As I pulled the navy dress down, my husband shot up. “Oh fuck, Stella, you are so damn fine.”
I wasn’t wearing under garments, so my breasts toppled out and onto the scene like two devious vixens before I realized what he was even looking at. I shot him a smile back and released the dress all of the way to the floor exposing my entire nude figure.
“Come on,” he said moving towards me with a non-compromising stare. Grabbing my hand, he escorted my naked body into the bathroom and lifted me onto the counter. He then parted my legs and smeared oil all over my pussy.
The bathroom mirrors showed off my feminine curves and my husband gobbled down the sight. Pushing himself inside, he gasped as he looked up at one mirror to find himself making love to a true goddess in the flesh. Everything was perfect, my hair, my skin, my perky breasts, little waist and ample rear. And those legs.. each sprawled out in the opposite direction like arrows lending to the pot of gold. And he was the lucky man digging deep into the pearly gates of her heaven.
He turned to the other mirror for a different angle, same woman, other side. I smiled at his childlike wonder. He was fully mesmerized.
“I love you, my king,” I said finally meeting my eyes with his. But he was intoxicated with desire, more than I’ve seen in a few days, and was having a hard time shaking it.
“I love you, my queen,” he responded like an automatic reply as he plunged deeper into me and kissed my neck with an erotic thank you.
Pushing my body away, my husband motioned for me to look down and watch what he sees. It was his big thick dick disappearing into my wet world of wonder and when he reappeared, the outer skin around my pussy held onto him like they were hanging for dear life.
“Good, I love that!” he said getting one more good look at it before pushing back in and closing the gap between us again. “I love your pussy. I love your body….” his voice trailed off when I squeezed down tight on his dick.
It exploded in me. That makes twice this morning. He backed away to survey the scene and watched as a drop of cum hurriedly squirted back out of me. My husband took one finger and wiped it up pushing it back into me. God, he’s so sexy! I kept my legs open for another few moments as he dressed letting him take as many mental snapshots as he wanted to carry him through the day. When he sees me on stage later tonight, he’ll know it’s his cum fueling me.
Then it was another dress, the shimmery rose gold one in geometric patterns, that caught his eye. I slipped it on as he grabbed his wallet and phone. It’s a true goddess gown that blends so well into my skin I appear almost naked, like I’m wearing a full-body diamond. Like a model, I zipped it up and strutted around.
He cocked his head to one side and said, “My girl, my lover, my whore… a TV host, a personality, the most beautiful woman in the world.”