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Tulip Fancy
Tulips ponders "her" current state as wife whose only purpose is to be the perfect stay at home trophy wife
Sitting at my vanity in the mornings after my wife has gone to work is really the only time, I have on my own to think and reflect. The rest of my day is filled with house work, going to work, more house work and keeping up my feminine appearance. The later taking up even more of my week now with my regular Saturday morning appointment.
I fidgeted on the stool grateful for the thick cushion. I felt my self-flush at the memory of last night. I must say I prefer it when my wife makes slow gentle love to me. But on occasion she does take a more vigorous approach that produces a higher level of tension and larger discharge from me. I also feel a little tender the next day, I especially feel it when I sit down..... even on the most softest seats. My wife's silhouette while wearing her strap-on at night is a sign I will be walking funny the next day.
I reached down and retied the bow on my pipe ribbon and noticed that the colour matched the ribbon running through the lace at the waist band of my panties. Did I do that deliberately? was Kelly's influence becoming ingrained? Time was running out. I think I had just enough time to practice my tonight look before I had to clean it off and put on my work face.
It was the end of the busiest time of the year for my wife work wise and she was determined to take me out to a fancy restaurant to make up for neglecting me. I must say I did not feel neglected in the least. I had practiced this look with Kelly on Wednesday with the blouse she bought me and my new pearls. Kelly said her aunt would feel ten foot tall with me on her arm walking into the restaurant. I think she meant it as a compliment. When I had finished, I looked into the mirror. Was there a man in there? I wondered what he would have looked like. Will I ever see him again?
Tulips Fancy
Tulip's Wife's POV: Tulip and his Wife go to the shops for jewelry that would hang lovely on Tulip's lovely neck....sealing his status as Lady of the House.
(*Décolleté: A low neckline on a woman's dress or top)
As promised one warm summer early evening, I took Tulip to the square in town to look at the jewelry in the boutique shops. I'm not sure it was a promise he hoped I would keep. It was another step-in cementing in his mind that this is a permanent thing.
This is our life style. I held his hand and walked at a pace that allowed him to keep his elegance while walking in heels. I must say Kelly has done a marvelous job with him. His flirty summer dress complimented his heels. My mother tried to teach me how to walk in heels when I was a girl. It was a disaster. She gave up in the end. I still only wear two-inch heels for important business meetings. To start with we just window shopped, walking around enjoying the evening. After looking in a couple of windows we went inside. The first set he tried on gave me such a thrill I wasn't sure my pants would survive the evening and I hadn't bought any spares with me!
I had dreamt of this moment since the first time I took him out for coffee. His neck was one of the things that first attracted me to him. It's smoothness and the absences of an Adams apple, just made me think it was begging to be decorated. The other things that attracted me to him were his complete naive incompetence at anything he tried. Making him dependent and susceptible to suggestion. He is also quite a bit smaller than me. Expanding the gap in our physiques is something I have been slowly working on for the last three years. I have him down to sixty kg allowing me to be firmer with him when necessary. He also has a trusting and loving nature.
The first set were a short twin strand of bigger pearls that I thought seemed to lengthen his neck. The truth be known. I just wanted to bury my mouth in his neck and lick the length of it. Controlling myself though I had him try on another set this time with three strands. I liked this set but wished they sat lower on his décolleté. I asked what he thought. He was blushing profusely and just whispered,
"I can't believe you are really doing this. They are so expensive."
"A promise, is a promise sweetheart," I said.
I asked the assistant if they could be lengthened. She said they could lengthen the clasp area but it will show when he is wearing his hair up. Or we could order you a set three inches longer. They will sit an inch and a half further down his décolleté.
Yes, do that I said. I saw him swallow hard. Still blushing and starting to perspire. I think it was sinking in. This is what I always wanted. When I was growing up my mother always told me,
"To not just look at the boy or the man he is now, but at the man he will grow into."
I think her advice was spot on. Tulip has grown into exactly the man I wanted. I said to the assistant we will also take the two strands with the matching earrings. That is when Tulips knees went and I had to catch him. The assistant bought over a chair and went to get a glass of water. I had a good year work wise. Business is good. We deserve to enjoy the fruits. While he was sitting down, I had a look though his handbag to see if he had a spare pad. I was in danger of leaking though the outside of my pants. Luckily, he did. The next stop would be the coffee shop to make myself decent. Tulip had some water and settled down while I settled the bill and waited for them to give us a time line on the three strands.
After some window shopping, we headed back to the jewelry shop. I knew tonight the jewelry would be the only thing Tulip would be wearing while I pound him into the mattress....only this time, I will remember to keep the windows closed.