Femdom BDSM Inspired Sweet Wife – Part 2

A year later, my wife Tripti was still 26, with stats of 36C-26-36 and her height was 5’6” with smooth golden (or yellow) skin. She had permanent eyeliner, inked lip color, and recently had her brows tattooed.

I’m a year older and live separately. The decision not to get divorced was mutual. I couldn’t hope to find a girl as sexy as her. So we continued to stay in different places in the US. She had immersed herself in exercise and BDSM to get rid of the boredom.

I was excited to see her after a while. Flights to Oregon were canceled for almost 6 months, and she didn’t want to come to my place. She had ordered a dominatrix dress the last time, but it wasn’t shipped. So I bought a similar dress from a local store and got it gift-wrapped for her.

Unlike my last few trips, she was waiting for me at the airport this time. Her BFF (so-called) Senthil was nowhere to be seen. I found out later that he had gone out of the states and couldn’t come back.

It was a pleasant surprise, and Tripti was looking ravishing. We hugged each other, and I was turned on instantly when I felt her hair. It was longer than before (till mid-back), and she had got it colored dark black with a bluish tint.

She rewarded me with a dry peck on the cheeks for bringing her the dress. I noticed beaded drops on her right wrist and held her hand for closer inspection. She read my mind and told me.

Tripti: Oh, this is new.

Me: Lovely!

Tripti: Thanks, it’s multicolored, if you’ve noticed.

Me: Ya, it also breaks it up between the small tattoo on your neck and the big one under.

For the first time, she shyly tucked her hair behind the ear. I had a tent in my pants watching her after long. Plus, I knew the real reason behind the new tat. Someone would see the ink and ask if there were more. Tripti would get a chance to show her cunt and go from there.

We were in the parking lot, and Tripti loaded my stroller into the trunk. I caught her narrow waist and pulled her to me. She first pushed me away in mock protest and kissed me with her sweet tongue in my mouth.

I cherished the foreplay as it had been months since I had tasted a woman’s lips.

Me: Thanks for coming to pick me up.

Tripti: I was coming to this side anyway.

She was not joking. Less than 5 miles out, she pulled up outside a salon. “Give me a few minutes,” she said, closing the car door behind her. I reclined my seat to take a nap. A haircut would take at least 20 minutes. Surprisingly, she was back in 5 minutes. Turning towards me, she asked excitedly, “How do I look?”

At first, I had butterflies in my stomach. Then my cock started swelling. “Very cute,” I answered. She had got ‘Bettie’ bangs cut into her dense hair. Her gorgeousness was amplified by the fact that she looked like a mistress.

We made out in the car before she realized I might leak in my jeans, and we broke off. She started driving home. I asked her to stop on the way to rent a “movie”. In our lingo, it usually meant an adult DVD.

She stopped at her favourite adult store. She came inside instead of waiting in the car. The Persian-looking shopkeeper was there. He was ogling at Tripti as she browsed the cd section. She said hi to him, and they started talking. I ignored them and hurried to select a blu ray disk.

By the time I took it to the counter to pay, the shopkeeper had asked Tripti to wear her new dress and show him. Before I could say anything, she gladly agreed. The exhibitionist in her loved the attention showered on her.

She used the changing room to wear a tight leather garment. Luckily, she only removed her bra and left her black lace panty on. She didn’t have knee-length boots to go with the dress. There was lace in front from the top to the crotch. In place of a garter belt with stockings, she was wearing sandals.

She presented a pretty picture in that dress – big black eyes, shiny dark hair and buttery calves. She had gotten a pedicure before coming to the airport, and her pink toes looked suckable with shining red paint on them. The shopkeeper went to help her without asking.

He tied the crisscross sackable on her ample cleavage, touching her body here and there. I felt embarrassed to lust for my wife. But she was so sexually charged in that dress that I couldn’t help it.

Her tits were barely covered (only the areola were hidden), with the nipples outlined by the thin material of the costume. He pressed both boobs to feel if the lace was too tight. Not only did Tripti not object, but she asked him to check her ass cheeks as well.

The guy was happy to squeeze her butt with both hands and confirmed that the leather dress wasn’t too tight. I was already leaving when Tripti called me to the back room to show me their new glory hole. Sure enough, there was a hole in the wall.

Tripti inserted a few tokens into the machine, and a fat dick appeared out of the hole. Tripti didn’t buy condoms, so she did a handjob on the dick, rubbing her cleavage intermittently. Within 2 minutes, the dick started spitting semen.

Tripti was ready for it and took the cumshots on her head. Once the cum stopped, she rubbed her hair to spread it out.

When we were walking out, Tripti wore a denim vest to cover her cleavage. Both of us completely forgot about the black lace bra left in the changing room.

I was thinking about screwing Tripti finally. We got home in a flash and undressed. She was the fairy queen of my dreams. I laid on my back and let her take charge. From her long hair to smoothly waxed skin, she was on another level.

I was content to kiss her pouting lips and chew on her acrylic-painted red nails. She put a cock ring on my member so that I would not ejaculate prematurely and started riding me. It was a good 10 minutes before she started shivering and climaxed uncontrollably.

It was a pleasure to hold her light body in my arms. I admired her beauty as she slept naked in my arms. This time, I wanted to do her from the top, holding her long hair wrapped around my fingers in a missionary position.

I took the first step to wake her up by gently licking her freshly inked wrist. She rubbed her eyes (with fishtail mascara) to wake up and give me a blowjob. It was worthwhile to forgo 100 regular fucks with consensual sex for a dream fuck like that.