Not long ago my wife decided to surprise me by
dressing up and acting like a whore. She must have had
the whole thing planned out because she sent me to the
store for a bottle of wine. My wife doesn’t drink wine
that often so it made me just a bit suspicious when
she insisted that I buy some, but I had no idea what
she had in mind. The trip to the store and back took
about a half hour. When I returned she greeted me
looking like some hooker you’d find in an alley
somewhere.

She’d made her face up applying a very heavy pale
base. Wearing long false eye-lashes, a wide slash of
black eyeliner, two shades of bright eye shadow,
gleaming ruby red lipstick and a blonde wig that I had
never seen before, my wife stood before me sucking a
cigarette like she’d been smoking all her life dressed
in only see-through black and red bra with holes that
her nipples stuck through, and a matching pair of
crotchless panties that revealed her bush and meaty
crack. She also wore a garter belt, black fish-net
stockings and to finish off her appearance, a pair of
red high heels. She looked like something out of a
sailor’s dream.

I was speechless when I first saw her. I was
dumfounded when she fell to her knees in front of me
and unzipped my pants, taking my cock out and slowly
licking the head until it started to stiffen. She then
sucked it into her mouth like a vacuum and made loud
slurping noises while coating it with her hot saliva
and smearing her lipstick all over it. While she was
sucking my cock I took the bottle of wine out of the
bag and unscrewed the cap.

By this time she had pulled my pants down to my
ankles, and after removing my shoes she took them
completely off me. As I filled up two wine glasses she
remained kneeling between my legs, cupping my balls
and licking them until they were soaking wet. I wasn’t
quite sure what else she had in mind, but I sure as
hell loved what she’d done so far.

After standing up and accepting the wine I offered, we
clinked our glasses together in a toast. She said,
“Here’s to being your whore.” That was easy to drink
to. Then she grabbed me by my still-hard cock and led
me in to the bedroom where the lights had been dimmed
to a romantic glow. After a long wet kiss while
jerking me off to keep me hard, she sat me on the edge
of the bed, went to the stereo, put on an album,
repainted her thick lips and began to dance lewdly.

She was putting on a show for me and as I sat there
watching her move sensually to the music, cupping her
tits and squeezing them, thrusting her pussy out at me
and grinding her hips I could hardly believe that this
was my wife. The image that she was creating was
driving me crazy and hot with lust.