My husband has a thing for women in goth-style clothing. It wasn’t a secret to me, but I probably didn’t appreciate how much he liked it until one day when we were out together and standing next to us was this goddess of a woman in full-blown gothic clothing. I’ve never cared if he looks at other women; just don’t be a perv about it, but I could tell, much like me, that he was mesmerized by this woman. I do like to surprise my husband with outfits from time to time when we have sex, and the idea of goth had now been planted in my head, and my mind began racing with ideas.

When we got home, I scurried away to my office with the excuse of catching up on work, but in reality, I started planning out an outfit I could make that would bring this fantasy to life. I work as a seamstress, so putting the outfit together in secret wasn’t going to be a problem. I took to browsing Reddit, taking inspiration from some subreddits with photos of women in goth clothing, before drawing up some designs.

Consulting one of my girlfriends for her opinion on what design she liked the best, we settled on a costume that would include a black wig to cover my blonde hair, a black choker, a black long sleeve top, a black corset, a black skirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black boots with spikes. I was going to need to order the choker, stockings, and boots. My friend had a corset that would work, so she let me borrow that while everything else I already had in my closet. I ended up purchasing everything that night. I ordered it to my friend’s house so I could keep it all a surprise.

A week or so passes, and my friend texts me to let me know the last of my packages have arrived. The plan was now in motion. I sent a text to my husband letting him know that Friday night this week would be date night, and I was doing the planning. He had questions about where we were going and what time to be there. I just said to make sure you wear a nice suit, and I’ll text you the address and time on the day.

Friday comes around, and after finishing up work early, I headed over to my friend’s apartment. I put the outfit on, and she helped me with the makeup and applying the wig. Once I was fully dressed up, with makeup done and the wig on, I stood in front of the mirror, and I was honestly shocked at how different I looked. “Completely unrecognizable” my friend said to me. “I hope he likes it” I said. “Babe, if he doesn’t like it, you can shoot him, and I will help hide the body” she retorts which gets a laugh out of me.

Arriving at the bar, I immediately get some looks from the people outside as I step out of the cab. Entering the bar is no different; people steal quick glances at me as I approach the bar to order a drink. I start to feel a bit self-conscious from all the attention, I’m interrupted from my thoughts by the bartender who asks me if I wanted a drink. I ordered a margarita as the bartender laughed to himself. I asked him what was funny, and he replied “Sorry, I didn’t know what to expect; I don’t serve many goth girls here." “Do I look ridiculous?” I asked him. “Ridiculous, no. Stunning, yes” he says as he prepares my drink. A wave of confidence radiates through me, freeing me of my sudden doubts.

After taking a sip from my drink, I receive a text from my husband. Checking my phone, I read the message. His message says he is out front waiting for me. I let him know that I’m already inside and to come find me. Keeping an eye on the front entrance, I see him walk in, looking gorgeous in his full grey suit, white shirt, black tie, and black shoes. His head is darting around the bar looking for me. I hold my nerve and wait for him to find me. Emphasizing the fact that I looked so different, my husband walked right past me as he continued scanning the bar for me. A smile came to my face as he soon passed me again, heading back for the exit. I decided the ruse was up and decided to approach him.

I slip out of my chair, walk up behind him, and tap on his shoulder. He spins around and stares at me blankly for a second before the realization of who was standing before him hits. His mouth is agape as the shock hits him. I start to laugh as he remains speechless. All he can do in his stunned state is pull me in for a hug and a kiss. I break the silence by asking him “So, what do you think?” while using my hands to motion down my body and stepping back slightly to give him a full look at the outfit. He looks me up and down before saying “incredible” as his shock turns to laughter.

We take up our seats and look over the menu. My husband spends more time looking at me than the menu. Feeling his eyes on me just gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling on the inside while also making me blush. I let him know that I was glad he enjoyed the look because it’s been turning heads since I arrived. “No surprises there; everybody loves sexy goth chicks” he says. The waiter comes and we order our meals as another couple takes up the table next to ours. They look over at the both of us (mainly me) before they both compliment my outfit. I return the compliments back to them as the waiter returns with a drink for my husband.

Dinner was lovely, and we enjoyed each other’s company talking about our days. I let him in on why and how I put the outfit together. I also explained that I thought it would be a funny juxtaposition to have him in a nice suit while I was dressed like this. We continued to get looks from patrons all night; being the center of attention was really turning me on, and I was excited to continue the rest of the date back home.

We left the bar and hopped into a cab for the trip home. I’m not one to make out in the back of a cab, as I think it’s rude to the driver, but I’m not adverse to getting handsy. I squeezed his thigh a few times, and he returned the favor by reaching around my body and discreetly squeezing my breast. We teased each other for the remainder of the car ride home. I brushed my hand against his cock and could feel it was rock hard. “Excited?” I quietly whispered to him, “I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’ve been soft since I saw you.” He quietly whispered back.

We skip into our building. As my husband struggles to open the door, I stand behind him and wrap my arms around him, using my hands to grip on his chest and giving his pecs a squeeze before moving down his abs to a resting point on his crotch. “This for me?” I seductively whispered into his ear, giving his cock another squeeze. He let out a frustrated laugh as he still couldn’t get the door open. Finally, he gets it open, and we fall into our apartment. I close the door as he flicks his shoes off, and as I turn to face him, he plants a kiss on my lips. This kiss is passionate as our tongues meet. We continue with the kiss as we stumble together to the couch. I use my strength to spin him around and push him down onto the couch. I take a second to admire his outfit as he looks up at me with an almost innocent-like look on his face. This sight and the teasing before have started making me wet.

I raised my right leg and placed it on the middle of his chest. “Take the boots off” I demanded. He fumbles with the latch and zip, taking the chance to look up my leg in an attempt to peek under my skirt. “No peeking” as I realize his game. Once he slides my right boot off, I bring my leg down and raise the other as he gets to work on taking that one off. Once my boots are off, I move to straddle him on the couch. As I press into him, I can feel his hard cock against my pussy; the fabric of our clothes does little to weaken the sensation. I return to our kiss, and as I slowly grind on his crotch, he starts to moan into my mouth. I can feel the wetness in my panties build as we continue kissing; this lasts for a couple of minutes before I pull away and ask him if he is ready to go to the bedroom. A simple nod is all he can muster as I hop off him.

I grip on to his tie and led him to the bedroom. He reaches around my waist and plants a few kisses on the side of my face as we enter the bedroom. I guide him to the foot of the bed as I help him undress. Once we get his shirt done, I lower down to my knees and help him with his pants, tossing them across the room once he steps out of them. Now left in just his underwear, I pull down on his waistband; his cock springs out and hits me in the face, drawing a chuckle from both of us as he steps out of his underwear. Now that he is completely nude, I push him down so he is sitting at the foot of the bed. Just like before, he is looking up at me, waiting for my next move.

I bring my right foot up to his groin, rubbing my foot and toes over his hard cock. This is the first time I have used my feet to touch him sexually. It was something I wanted to try, and I thought tonight was the best night to try it. By the sounds of his breathing, he was enjoying it as I continued to rub my foot and toes over his cock. I then raised my foot to his chest and pushed him down so he was lying flat on the bed; his cock was standing straight in the air. I moved my foot down, this time going lower and lightly running my toes against his balls before moving back to his cock. This drew a deep moan from him. I continued for a few minutes, just letting myself enjoy the moment.

Deciding that this was enough teasing, I asked him to look up at me. As he raised his head from the bed to watch me, I began undressing. Starting with the corset before moving onto removing the skirt. I tossed the skirt to the side and did a small spin on the spot so he could admire my choice of black thong. Once I was facing him again, I started removing my top, slowly pulling it over my head. I stood before him in my lacey black bra, black thong, choker, and fishnet stockings. I moved over to him and climbed on top of him. Positioning myself above his face, I pulled my thong to the side and lowered my pussy to his mouth.

Moans start to escape my mouth as I feel his tongue lapping at my pussy. I grind my hips in a slow rhythm to complement his tongue movements. His arms are wrapped around my thighs, so I move my own hand down to my clit and begin to rub. I can feel an orgasm building as we continue like this for a few more minutes. I decide to let myself go and begin to rub on my clit furiously to bring on the orgasm. My husband can tell I’m close as my moans pick up; he joins me by moaning into my pussy as I cum.

Taking a few moments to regain my composure I don’t let my husband up from his position; I’m still pinning him to the bed with my pussy on his mouth. He continues to run his tongue across the entrance of my sensitive pussy causing me to twitch every time he does it. Eventually, I grant him his release by lifting myself off his face and lowering back down, so I am now lying on top of him. We begin to make out, and tasting myself on his face is always a turn on for me.

As we continue our kiss, he moves his hand to my back, unclasping my bra. I lift myself off of him as he helps me pull the bra off, freeing my tits. Now taking some control back, he pulls me down so my tits are in his face. Immediately, he begins sucking on my nipples, moving back and forth between both breasts as he does it. I move a finger back down between my legs and start warming myself back up again.

“We need to record this; I want to remember this night forever.” He says this as he pulls away from sucking on my tits. “What would your wife think?” I cheekily responded. “I think she would understand; being with a hot goth chick was my dream.” He retorts. I pull away from him and head over to his jacket to find his phone. Once I retrieve his phone, I move back into position and hand it over to him. “Go on and record; you can show your wife how cute we look together.” As I lower myself down his body toward his cock. I grip his cock in my hand, posing with it by my face. I get confirmation that he is now recording and begin to suck on it. Bobbing up and down, I let my saliva spill out of my mouth all over him. He is struggling to record amongst the pleasure he is receiving; his moans air out in the room. I notice my black lipstick is smudging on his cock as I pull it out of my mouth before running my tongue from his balls up his shaft to the head of his cock. I continue sucking him off as, between his moans, he compliments me on how beautiful and sexy I am. I pull him out of my mouth and say “Don’t fall in love with me now; I would hate to break you and your wife up.”

I can sense he is close, not wanting to ruin my makeup anymore I cut the blowjob short, and he groans in frustration. “I say when you cum.” I state as I raise myself up his body, lining up my pussy with cock. I don’t immediately lower myself down; instead, I just rub the head of his cock up and down the entrance to my pussy. “Are you ready, baby?” I ask. I get an incoherent answer that I take as a yes. I lower myself down on his cock slowly, enjoying the feeling of it entering me. We both let out moans as I did this. I start bouncing up and down on his cock as we return to kissing, our tongues dancing together.

Still trying to play the role of cameraman, he moves the phone down, trying to capture me going up and down on his cock. I pay little attention to this and just enjoy the moment. The clapping of our bodies and both of our moans echo throughout the bedroom. I pull away from our kiss and plant my hands on his chest as I pick up the pace at which I bounce up and down on his cock. He brings the phone just in front of his face as he records me riding him. “Say hi to my wife; say hi Juliet.” He says this, which draws a smile from me as I flip him off and continue riding. It doesn’t take much longer for us to both cum; the feeling of his load entering my pussy set me off for my second orgasm of the night.

I collapse down on the bed beside him as we both come down from our orgasms. “10 years together, and you’re still full of surprises.” He says this as he rolls to his side to look at me. I let out a chuckle before asking him when I could expect him to dress up for me. He protests that he wouldn’t be able to pull off the goth look as well as I did, but I retort back, saying I better see him in a fishnet shirt with nipple piercings or I’m throwing this outfit away.