| Straight: Husband and Wife: A Lesson Well Learned (1/7) |
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It was a chilly fall night in October. Sarah sat alone, in the living room of the apartment she and her husband Matt shared. It was late, after midnight, and she sat on the couch watching some infomercial about fruit, while flipping through one of her various beauty magazines. The clock in the next room struck one. Matt would be home soon. Sarah glanced up at the TV screen and began flipping through the channels. She yawned. It was late for her. She was used to going to bed around eleven in order to wake up for her college classes in the morning, but tonight she had to wait for him, on account that he had forgotten his keys earlier that night. Typical Matt, always forgetting something. As she changed channels, she thought to herself how there was absolutely nothing to watch at one in the morning. Just a bunch of fake actors with bad English accents trying to sell you products you'll never use, and of course the occasional softcore porn ad. She stopped on one of them, as they always made her laugh a little, and because there wasn’t anything else on TV that would keep her awake. She envied the girls in the video. They had so much confidence, whether it was alcohol induced or not. They exuded "sexy", with their perfectly built, doctor's office bought bodies. The bedroom had always been an awkward place for her. For years Matt had tried desperately to pull her out of her shell, try to help her enjoy herself, and really get into it, but there was no denying that she was simply too shy, and just wouldn't allow it. She watched the program, studying it, practically using it as a self-help lesson in confidence. "What is it about them that I seem to lack?" She wondered. "I think I can do that. I don’t see why I couldn’t." Sarah put down her magazine, got up, and walked into the bedroom. She went to her tall dresser, pulled out one of the drawers, then moved all of the items up front aside to reach in and pull out a few articles of clothing from the back. She gently shook them out to reveal a black lace corset top with a pretty purple trim, and a matching pair of boyshort undies, sexy, yet still innocently romantic. All the tags were still attached, noting the amount of use they’d gotten. Sarah clipped them off, and began to change, slowly unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down off her full hips, past her knees, to her ankles and stepping out. She already felt a little silly standing there in her undies, but took a quick minute to admire her butt in the mirror. Matt had always been fond of it, ever since they first met and started dating back in high school. She never understood what he thought was so great about it, but just knowing that he loved it gave her a little smile, and even a little confidence. She continued to undress, pulling her workshirt over her head. She gave a small sigh before finally unhooking her bra, shrugging it off, and letting it slide down her arms to the floor; shortly followed by her undies. She quickly put the new clothes on, which to her surprise fit. She stared at herself in the mirror for several moments, looking herself up and down, feeling the material of the corset. The lace was soft against her fingertips, and the little purple satin bow at the top of |
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