Rekindling the Flame of Desire

Joan (50) was at lunch with some of the new hires, two women in their mid-20's named Kim and Lisa. The company had recently decided that they needed more mentoring opportunities for the younger females, and, as a division head, Joan was selected and paired with these two.

Kim and Lisa had known each other all through college and were already good friends. They knew each other's lives inside and out. They had been having these lunches with Joan weekly for about six months and the conversations had evolved from simply discussing work, to everyday life as well. Kim and Lisa were curious about Joan's balancing of work and home life while Joan was a bit shocked and somewhat excited about how bold and in control of their dating and sex lives the younger women seemed to be.

Joan had learned how forward apparently girls today could be while the other two were somewhat incredulous that Joan admitted that sex just wasn't frequent or satisfying as it had once been.

"It's fine," she assured them, "It's just different when you've been married 25 years."

"But don't you want more?"

"Well, it would be nice," she admitted, "but those days are in the past I'm afraid, not that they were ever quite what you two seem to be up to each weekend."

Joan went on to explain that her and her husband, Arthur, had always had a fairly vanilla sex life, usually just normal sex with nothing more exciting than deciding who would be on top. There had been some oral early on but probably not for 10-15 years and never anything more, not even toys or games. Little to no lingerie, certainly no shared porn, though she suspected he looked at occasionally as he seemed to turn his computer off immediately occasionally when she entered the room.

"So what about now?" They asked.

"Oh usually once or twice a month and frankly it's not very fulfilling, but I'm used to it."

"Well, that's ridiculous," Kim said.

Lisa added, "Exactly, we're gonna spice this up."

Joan laughed, "That isn't necessary, really. Arthur would never, and I'm not interested in cheating."

Lisa replied, "Arthur will. He'll crave you. You just need to show him why."

Kim added, "Trust us. Men are simple. And Arthur is a man."

Joan, intrigued, slowly agreed to let them plan out her weekend.

The girls explained that they would plan it and script it, all Joan had to do was play dumb, a little naive, and then a little more daring. Joan agreed she'd try.

Halloween was two weeks away; that would be the theme of Joan's ultimate seduction of Arthur.

Arthur arrived home on Thursday night as usual. He came up the stairs to their bedroom to find Joan laughing at a package on the bed. He asked what she was laughing at and Joan showed him a costume still in its packaging. A sexy nurse. White stockings, short satin dress with a red cross and a fake stethoscope.

"We're supposed to dress up at work on Halloween, but I doubt this is what they had in mind. I guess I didn't read the description well. I thought "nurse" would be an easy costume but it didn't occur to me that it might be a sexy or slutty nurse. I guess I'll need to find another costume."

Arthur nodded, but Joan could tell he was considering the outfit, his eyes hadn't left the model on the front of the package.

She began to feel more confident. This was the exact reaction her younger friends had expected.

"I wouldn't think that would be appropriate for work, or anywhere really," he agreed.

Joan decided to subtly probe, "Do guys like this sort of thing? It just looks sleazy to me."

"Well I guess that is the point." Arthur answered. Not really answering the question.

Joan set the costume down and climbed into bed in her regular pajamas, which consisted of a large t-shirt and sweatpants, practically the opposite of a sexy nurse.

She pretended to fall asleep as she didn't want her husband to try anything until she was ready.

The next morning Arthur woke and went to shower as was his normal, the familiar sound of the water running coming from their bathroom.

Joan, who had pretended to still be sleeping, hopped out of bed the moment the bathroom door clicked shut.

She moved with a skilled determination, a woman on a mission. She hurriedly dressed in the stockings and nurse costume, which barely covered her ample cleavage. She touched up her makeup, soft yet dark mascara, and she added a touch of perfume, which was a rarity for her.

She looked incredible, way sexier than normal. For the first time in a long, long... time, she felt extremely desirable again.

Kim and Lisa had assured her she was beautiful, but she didn't usually feel it, as she was one of the older women in the office. They had convinced her that her still be a size 10, he long blonde hair and c cups were extremely attractive. That she just needed to emphasize it more.

As the shower stopped, she lay down on the bed, creating a vision for her husband that he hadn't seen in probably decades.

She spread her legs, and she began to finger herself, a slow, deliberate motion that was getting herself wet.

Now she'd obviously done this before, but always when and where she'd be completely alone with no chance of Arthur being around. This was something he'd never seen before.

As the door opened, Arthur froze, a man paused as though caught in the headlights of a desire he didn't quite yet understand.

Joan let out a soft moan, a sound that was all at one a purr, a tease, and a cry.

She then acted shocked, shocked that Arthur had "caught" her in this act.

She feigned complete embarrassment, a masterclass in pretend vulnerability.

"I... I don't know what came over me," she stammered, her voice a low, panicked whisper. "It's the costume. The stockings.

I was just starting to get dressed, and it just, just turned me on so much. I couldn't help myself."

Arthur still hadn't moved, or for that matter, spoke.

Joan knew she had him and teased, "Why, Arthur," she purred, "I think I've inadvertently shocked you after all these years of marriage."

She bit her lip seductively, a slow, deliberate motion, and she continued, "I'd love it if you'd come kiss me there."

She paused, slowly removing her fingers from herself as he watched.

"Finish me off, dear. Unfortunately I don't have time for our full playtime, but if you do this for me I'll make it up to you later."

As though in a trance, he went to her, a man desperate to get involved, desperate to please.

He tentatively began kissing and licking her as she encouraged him on, "Yes," she moaned, a soft, ecstatic sound. "Just like that. Don't stop."

Her moans were ecstatic as she thought about the previous night, teasing him with the package and planning this out.

A maddening sense of pleasure shook her as his tongue brought her to orgasm.

She let out a sharp cry, as she clenched her thighs. She put her hands on the back of his head and held his face in her, insuring it was covered in her juices.

She took a deep breath and relaxed her hands and legs, allowing him up.

Though she could see he was excited and as hard as she'd seen him in years, she ended playtime by saying she couldn't be late to work, leaving Arthur excited and frustrated.

On the way to work, she texted Kim & Lisa, "Lunch today!! I've got details & need help planning tonight. I think it's gonna be great!"