I had selected some thigh-high stockings held in place by some rubbery elastic tops; allowing me to not need to wear a garter belt with the stockings. A simple set of smooth black panties with cutouts on the side and a bra went on next. My skirt was a dark gray, straight line to about my ankles, slightly stretchy, and held my lower body tight. I slid a basic square neck, light pink short-sleeved tunic over my upper body and felt my slightly erect nipples poking through the front. I was already turning myself on for the day ahead.
I had done my makeup before getting dressed to keep it from getting on my outfit. Simple, and classy, but just pushing the line between what would be reserved for a day at work and what you would wear to go out in a dark club, a few of the lines were just a little more pronounced and exaggerated. A shiny pink lipstick that matched my blouse was the tie that brought it together.
The day was just one that I was going to be working from home, but I felt like getting dressed like it was a normal day at the office for a conservative, yet slightly frisky female professional.
I had just finished the finishing touches when my wife came into the bedroom and slid up behind me, grabbing my hips from behind and pulling my ass close to her pelvis.
She ran her hands up and down my side slowly just for a bit, and then up and around to the front of my body, cupping my tits and holding them just for a moment.
“Go to the best and bend over face down next to it,” she said as she directed me toward the bed.
I said nothing, but did as instructed, curious if she was going to break away from her work for a little afternoon play session.
“I am not ready to play with you yet,” she said as she pressed her body close to mine from behind after she had guided me to bend over at the waist while standing next to the bed.
Slightly disappointed for a second that my temptation for an afternoon play session was not happening, I was not disappointed with what she did next.
My upper body on the bed, bent over at the waist, my ass stuck out backward.
She slid my skirt down over my hips to about my ankles slowly with both her hands. Then I did the same with my panties.
My bare bottom stuck out in the air openly.
I heard her open the cupboard on the bed headboard next, and from the corner of my eye saw her pull out a bottle of lube.
She applied a liberal amount to her hand, sliding up close behind and to the side of me, and began to work some lube into my asshole. A little bit, then a little more lube, she made sure my asshole was super slippery.
Prepped, she then reached back to the cupboard and retrieved a five-inch anal plug, and applied some more lube to it, stroking the lube onto the plug like you might a cock.
With a little pressure against my asshole, she slowly pushed it into me until with a slight pop, it passed a slightly more bulbous section to a tapered one and buried itself in my ass up to the flange, filling me nicely.
She pulled my panties up around my waist, covering the plug now deep inside me.
Then she finished by pulling my skirt back up.
“You are not allowed to touch your cock or that plug until I tell you you are allowed to again,” she instructed. “Now go back to your office and keep getting some work done until I am ready to play with you.”
I stood from the bed, now feeling the toy inside me with my every move.
As instructed, I wiggled my way back down the stairs to my office in my four-inch high heels, the plug in my ass wiggling teasingly against my prostate with every hip sway the heels forced me to make as I walked.
While I walked back to my office, I passed hers. She looked up from her desk, gave a wink, and looked down at her hand.
A small remote was there that she pressed as I paused my walk.
The plug in my ass sprang to life with intermittent buzzing.
“Shuffle along now,” she smiled.
I did so having no idea how long I was going to be able or would be forced to take this teasing inside of me.