Recovering a Marriage With a Strip Tease

Anya’s heart hammered as she stepped out of the little bathroom. Her wife’s back was to her as she sat at the computer, typing up some new email for work. This was a horrible idea. Anya’s hands shook but she cleared her throat.

“Hm?” Elise turned; her eyes widened and she gasped.

A smile pulled cautiously over Anya’s lips as she leaned against the doorway, the silky robe’s sleeve slipping down along her arm. Beneath she had on a brand new corset, stockings that clipped to silky, black thongs, and a pair of leather high heeled boots that hugged her calves.

“What are you-”

“Shh,” Anya interrupted putting a finger to her red painted lips. “Just watch me.” Her voice was a rough whisper. “Eyes on me, nothing else.”

The confidence Anya hoped she was portraying felt fake, but she wanted this. She needed this or she might lose Elise. Her wife’s eyes, wide and honey brown, stayed on her above a dropped jaw.

Anya stepped out on the carpet feeling her ankles try to give with the heels sinking in the softness. With a tap of her finger on the phone in her hand, a smokey jazz singer poured from the iSpeakers in the corner.

Standing in the soft light of the computer’s glowing screen, Anya swayed to the music and dropped a shoulder so that the robe began to slip down, exposing her pale skin. She grabbed the front of the robe and drew it further down her shoulders, dragging it closed across the swell of her breasts, pushed up with the corset and housing a heart that hammered like the beat of a rock song.

When she slid the fabric over the material of the corset and pushed her breasts up further, her hands shook. Anya kept her eyes on Elise’s though, her shocked and frozen form giving Anya strength to keep going.

Elise wasn’t turning back to her emails.

Anya bit her lip and pressed her knees together, sinking down in a sideways wave of her body as the saxophone sang out in the background. She dropped the silken gown even further, and as she stood, it fluttered down her dropped arms to pool at her feet. Carefully, she stepped from it and drew up to the chair, to Elise. Anya put her hands on the armrests and pressed a kiss to that gaping mouth, leaving behind a trial of red lipstick. She dragged her chest upward so that it pressed into Elise’s face and the rest of her body followed until she was half on the chair undulating in Elise’s lap.

Her wife grabbed at her hips. “Anya, this is…”

When Elise shook her head, Anya faltered. No, they needed this. Anya wanted Elise so badly that she would not let this fail.

Stepping back down, Anya just smiled. “I want you, Elise.”

She ran a hand down the corset, arching her back into the touch and tossing her head back. “Don’t you want me, too?”

Her fingers played at the edges of the thong and she dragged them down just a touch, enough to show off the freshly shaved, soft flesh there before she pulled them back up. Elise gasped and Anya felt warmth blossom beneath her chest. With a smile still on her lips, she turned and spread her legs, bending down to the ground so that her warm, private center and rounded ass were on display in that empowering thong. Another gasp and Anya whispered a thank you to the universe. She had her wife in her hands now.

“Yes,” Elise whispered. “I want you, Anya.”

Anya chuckled and stayed bent over, sticking her thumbs into the sides of the underwear. She slowly tugged one side down, then the other, a back and forth drag as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She could feel her calf muscles straining beneath the leather of the boots.

And then hands were on her hips, drawing her back upright as the panties fell to her knees. Those hands wrapped around and cupped her breasts through the corset and Elise put her lips to Anya’s neck. It was Anya’s turn to gasp.

“Let me help you with that,” Elise hummed and she slid her hands down Anya’s body, tugging the panties down the rest of the way.

They fell into the bed together, clothes half off and hands desperately re-seeking what had been lost for far too long.