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the vague sense that she was going rock-climbing or performing acrobatics, and this was some kind of safety device.
    A quick check in the mirror, and Liam watched his wife tucking the suspenders underneath her panties. He had a faint idea what that meant. She would be taking those panties off for someone, but leaving her stockings and suspenders in place. That was the plan.
    Victoria didn’t seem fazed by it. She picked up a black nylon stocking, lifting a knee to slip it over her foot, then roll it up her divine leg, until the dark sheer fabric covered her up to mid-thigh, and was then topped by a thick band of lavish black lace. 
    “I guess I never wore anything like this for you, sweetie,” she teased, as though reading his mind, predicting his response to watching this.
    Hooking one suspender up to her stocking, then the one behind. A faint smile as she rolled the other stocking up her other leg, suggesting amusement at his surprise seeing her like this.
    “All those books you like reading said how important it would be for me to wear something special,” she said. “You know, particularly for my first time with another man.”
    Liam shivered, raised his wife’s panties to his face to breathe in her sexy scent. His cock was so unbelievably hard. 
    “I guess I just never really thought about dressing up for sex with you — not since we were dating, anyway. I guess I just got a little too comfortable, it was just familiar, cozy.”
    Hooking up the last suspender, she looked absolutely sensational. She turned as though she needed to in order to reach the last suspender, and showed him her superb derriere, framed in black, pert and round and poised for someone else’s hands, someone else’s penetration.
    “Don’t get me wrong, it was always wonderful making love with you. But I guess there’s a reason you’ve been having sex fantasies, you know, reading those dirty books. We need to step it up a gear, right? Stop taking things for granted.”
    Another twirl for the camera and her trembling husband. 
    “Sweetie, I think I’m ready,” she said, looking directly into the camera, those blazing eyes of hers frankly terrifying. “I’ve thought about this long and hard, about your whole fantasy. I think I can actually do it.”
    Oh God, Victoria. His demure, elegant, classy wife, looked like a very expensive call girl. And it wasn’t for his benefit — or at least, not exclusively.
    “Like the view?” A seductive grin. “Can you imagine his hands all over me?” 
    Next came jewelry. Little black earrings that he had given her for their fifth wedding anniversary. A black choker necklace went around her pale neck, giving her a slightly gothic look. It also gave off the kind of vibe that made Liam think of one of those black collars that submissives sometimes wore in BDSM scenes. She was, after all, submitting to another man.
    “God, my stomach’s full of butterflies,” she said, brushing her long dark locks loosely with her hands, fluffing it out a little. “It makes me feel maybe I can’t handle this. I want to, but…”  
    Lipstick. Thick, dark red, drawing attention to her full lips like she never did with lipstick before.
    “You like it?” she smiled. “This’ll be how he’ll see me.”
    A pose for the camera, her hands twirling her hair into a wavy, untied ponytail flowing down one side of her pretty face as she flaunted her incredible body, displayed so overtly for another man in seriously sexy black lace.
    “You know that conference I went to couple weeks ago? Cleveland. Michael was there, too. I guess he’s at a lot of my conferences these days.”
    Now she was putting a white shirt on, and Liam felt strangely light-headed. He thought it was because this was no longer her teasing her husband with underwear, this was Victoria dressing for work. Only she was leaving the sexy underwear on underneath.
    You could see the faint hint of black lace through her white shirt.
    “But after that