Twenty-two years of marriage do take their toll, you know. On one hand people grow together; intimacy and familiarity bring you closer, and mutual care and love bring a certain warm stability to your relationship. On the other hand it also brings you a certain degree of boredom. As if you have experienced it all in years past.
Mind you, Eric Bowles certainly loved his wife, Annika, and he had every reason to do so. At 42 she was a stunning woman. Beautiful, clever, an accomplished and successful industrial designer, and a warm and caring mother and wife. Not that the 'mothering' was much in demand these days, as their only child had left for Copenhagen in September, to study for a degree in chemical engineering.
Eric himself was not faring that bad either. His small business as an interior architect was highly in demand, because of his good tastes and vivid imagination, and these days he did a lot of work for theatres all over Europe, creating stage sets and costumes. In the 'looks department' he was not half bad either. Tall, in a slim, sinewy way, his head covered in blonde curls.
So, these were their surroundings: Very wealthy, a beautiful home, and a marriage running like a well oiled machine, based on 22 years of equality, mutual respect, and love. And with sexual boredom lurking in the corners.
Annika was never the experimenting type, not to mention the kinky. She loved sex the way she thought it should be: With love and emotion. Over the years Eric had seen his proposals of experimenting turned down - mind you, always in a kind and smiling way - but turned down anyway. And he had learned to be content with what he had. And then the invitation arrived in a heavy, cream coloured, embossed envelope. 'Mr. and Mrs. Bowles', 'Stockholm', 'costume ball', 'theme: 2000 miles and 2000 years away', 'New Years eve.'
"Oh, my God," Annika exclaimed. "Those Swedish Opera balls are really something. Do you think we can go?"
"Of course we can go. I'd love to go there with you. Actually I'm working at home all the way through to mid January. I'm preparing the set for Aida to the Madrid opera, and I have tons of material for costumes out of old Egypt. I think we could create some exciting costumes."
"Oh, that would be lovely. I could have my hair straightened and cut short like those sensuous old Egyptian hairdos, you know, hanging straight down and cut like a helmet."
"Ah, with your beautiful black hair you wouldn't even need a wig. I'd have to wear one, or I might dye my hair black. Let's go out into my workshop right away. I'll show you what a lot of possibilities we've got."
The big room was cluttered with dozens of boxes, some of them opened, revealing all kinds of exotic material. Brightly coloured silks, shiny 'gold' spandex, chains and all. "Look, I can turn you into anything you want, all the way from a high princess to an exotic slave girl, and I could go as your incestuous brother or your owner. These eloxated aluminium chains are meant for the choir of slaves. They are very light weight and look like gold, even at a short distance."
"Wow, these things look beautiful. If I was to go as a slave, would you chain me with these?"
"Sure, I'd chain you with them, and partly dress you in them."
"That sounds exciting. I think I'd decide for the slave costume, but you can do some sketches first, and then we'll decide, can't you?"
"Of course, dear. I can have something ready for us to evaluate in about a week."
The thought of taking his beautiful Annika along as a slave stirred some deep emotions in Eric. What he didn't know was, that they stirred something in Annika, which she had never recognised before.
Over the next few days he worked diligently on her costume. His research for Aida had been done a few months earlier, and he had lots of old Egyptian pictures of slave girls to inspire him. Like he had planned for the opera he worked out from the original, and then created the costume to emphasize the emotions he wanted to excite in the audience, and also in the actors wearing it. Thus he came out with sketches of a highly erotic costume, put together from 'gold' chains, manacles, see through silk and heavy make up. When he imagined Annika in the costume he had designed, he felt his cock grow with entirely new desires, and he had a hard time not to reveal it to her, but he wanted to present it on a day when she was in a fine and loving mood.
"Oh, my God, Eric. This looks VERY revealing." He had brought her to the workshop after dinner on Friday. They had shared a bottle of wine with the dinner, and Annika was in a lovely, mellow mood. And still she was a little bit shocked when she looked at the big sketches. He had to admit, that they were very revealing, although all important parts were covered.
"You know, those slave girls were dressed a lot more revealing." He showed her some of the old pictures he had used for inspiration. Some of the women were dressed in nothing but a broad belt around the waist, leaving everything open to the viewer. "I have made them a little more decent by covering you up in see through silk. But even if you went naked under the costume, you would certainly not be the only one to show a bit of skin at that opera ball, you know that. Haven't you seen pictures from last year's ball? Quite a few bare tits, if I may say so."
"Yeah, I saw them. Pretty exotic, some of them."
"You would be one of the decent ones in this costume, though I have to admit I designed it to emphasize your beautiful body. Look at this one." He pulled out a sketch, showing a naked woman dressed only in the chains. Annika gasped.
"THAT is naughty, Eric."
"Not as naughty as it looks. She IS dressed under the chains. I'd take some thin underwear, like panties and a thin bra, and dye them to match exactly the colour of your body make-up. If you trim or shave your pussy so your black curls do not shine through, you'd look stunning and draw a lot of attention, without being vulgar or too inviting."
"Oh, I see. That would be very exciting to wear. Let's make a deal: If you'll dye your hair black instead of wearing a wig, I'll wear this costume. We could be a nice couple to look at, couldn't we, dear?"
"At least I know you'd be exciting to look at. I'm afraid I'll have to wear one of those penis shields to hide my erection, when I see my beautiful wife dressed like this."
"What a nice compliment, love. Maybe I should dress up right now, or do you think you could produce one without? For mutual benefit, I mean?" She leaned in and kissed him lovingly, and that night they only made it into the house after they had fucked fiercely on the workbench, the sofa and on the floor of the workshop.
Come mid December Eric had finished her costume. "I'll have to do a few final touches, though. I'll have to match the colour of the panties with a body make- up, and maybe a few of the chains need adjustment. Can we meet in the workshop when you get home from work?"
"Sure, I can hardly wait. If you'll take us out to a late dinner, we can do the testing in the afternoon, not having to cook dinner."
"Consider it a promise."
It was only four o'clock when they met in the workshop. Eric had raised the temperature to a comfortable 24 degrees, to make Annika feel comfortable, even if she would have to stay naked or half naked for quite a long time, and he was positively surprised, when he noticed that she must have paid a visit to her hairdresser's on her way home. She had done exactly what she had proposed earlier: Her curls (artificial as it was) had been straightened, and her hair was cut short in a typical old Egyptian style. Very becoming to her narrow beautiful face and her tall neck. She must have put some kind of a conditioner into her hair, because it was a lot shinier than normally, almost as if she had oil or whatever in it.
"That is a VERY exciting hairdo, you've made. You look absolutely stunning with it. Your colleagues saw it?"
"No, I had it done on the way home. I wonder what they are going to say on Monday."
"If you get any negative comments, you can be sure they come out of envy, love. You look very exotic and erotic, and it emphasizes your pretty face."
"Well, thank you, mr. slave-owner. Shall we get on with it?"
"Sure. First you'll have to undress, and then I'll propose that you trim your pussy, so the hairs are very short."
"Too late, dear. I shaved it this morning, when you'd said you wanted to test the costume. I wanted to be ready for this. But if you like it better when it is trimmed, there will be plenty of time for some hair to grow before new years eve."
"Certainly not, dear. I look forward to see you shaved."
With a mocking smile Annika started to undress. She was certainly not performing a strip tease, it seemed as if she wanted to get out of her clothes as fast as possible.
"Well, Sir, your model is ready."
"God, she's beautiful," Eric thought. You should never guess that her pert, small breasts had once been full of milk. No drooping there. And her shaved pussy erotically enhanced her girlish, slim figure. "I really love your shaved pussy," he said. "I shall have to take advantage of it later."
"Be my guest, Master," she said with a smile. "Let's see what you've got for me."
"OK. First I'll fit this broad belt around your waist." He showed her a wide strip of black leather with more than a dozen rings clamped to it. "Some of the chains will go through these rings, and the two on your hips is for fastening your wrists, so you can't move your arms very much. That is for show, of course. I'll free them when you have to hold drinks or snacks or whatever."
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