By the time Brian arrived home, Genevieve was ready for him. She was wearing the clothes that she had bought at the store: black high heels, stockings attached to a garter belt, a corset that left both her breasts and her pussy bare. A pair of stainless steel handcuffs hanging at her hip. She looked down at herself, seeing the swell of her white breasts with their brown nipples, like a snow-capped mountain in negative. She ran a hand down between her legs. She was deliciously smooth. She'd always sort of wondered what it would feel like to have her pussy completely shaved, but had never actually done it before. At least until today. She felt extra sensitive, and even the slightest air current felt like a cool caress. She felt deliciously naughty.

She stood there a long time before she heard Brian's car in the driveway. Her heart began to pound like a drum. For a moment, she wanted to run away, to go back upstairs and change out of all of this before he came in the door. Maybe boring wasn't so bad.

But no, she was going to do this. She wanted this. She forced herself to stand there, legs spread, her arms folded just under her breasts as she heard the car stop and his footsteps approach the door.

Brian opened the door, looked in, and his mouth fell open. His briefcase fell to the ground with a crack.

"Gen--?" Brian started.

Genevieve looked at him coolly. "I'd come in if I were you," she said. "And I'd shut the door before the neighbors get any more jealous."

Brian shut and opened his mouth like a fish, then swallowed and hurried to shut the door. As he turned back around, his suit pants were propped up, his erection tenting them outward. He stared at her, his eyes flicking between her breasts and her naked pussy.

Genevieve smiled coldly. This was fun. She stalked forward toward him, letting her hips sway with each step, moving sexily, sexually.

She came so close to him that her breasts nearly brushed the lapels of his suit coat. Brian reached out for her, and she slapped him across the face. The force of the blow turned his head, and he looked at her with wide, shocked eyes. She was surprised that she'd hit him that hard, and part of her wanted to apologize, to ask if he was all right. But she also didn't want to break the spell, and she knew him well enough to read that there wasn't just surprise in his eyes, there was desire too.

"Naughty," Genevieve said. "You're not in charge."

Brian nodded meekly, his erection even larger than before.

Genevieve grasped Brian's tie, pulling him forward and kissing him deeply on the lips. She could feel his panting breath through his nostrils, fast and hot and uneven. She undid his tie, pulled it free of his collar, wound it around her hand.

"Strip," she barked. "Now."

Brian jumped at her voice, then began hurrying out of his clothes. Genevieve couldn't remember the last time that he'd looked at her like this. Brian dumped his suit jacket on the floor, then began unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers fumbling at the buttons. Genevieve brought her hand up, twisted a finger through her hair. Kathy had been right. This was fun. She let the hand trace down, barely brushing the erect tip of her nipple, then gliding onto the smooth fabric of her corset.

Brian struggled with his belt, his eyes fixed firmly on Genevieve. She let her hand trail down further, onto the bare window of flesh framed by her garters. She moved her fingers in, spread her legs a little more, ran her fingers along her pussy, on either side of the slit. Brian stood still, panting, eyes wide, his hands frozen at the top of his pants. Genevieve moaned and whimpered at her own stroke, then brought her hand up. It was dripping wet with her own juices.

"Better hurry," Brian," she said. She reached forward, smearing her wet hand over his face. Brian made a strangled noise and undid his pants. He pulled them and his boxers off in one fell swoop, so that he suddenly stood naked in front of her.

Genevieve stepped back, looked at him, taking in his broad chest, his strong stomach, his muscular legs, and--oh yes--his cock, standing up in front of him, straining upward. It was filled to bursting, its veins standing out like a bodybuilder. She could see his heartbeat in it.

Brian stepped forward toward her, opening his arms to embrace him, but she reached a hand down and grasped his testicles in her hand and squeezed. He cried out and shrank away, and it startled Genevieve how much the sensation of his soft balls in her hand and the sound of his cry turned her on.

"It looks like someone needs to be taught discipline," Genevieve whispered, giving his balls another gentle squeeze. Not enough to hurt him, of course. She didn't really want to hurt him. Just to show him his place. And maybe to get back at him just a little bit for letting their sex life go boring.