Tulip Thursday Short Story: Tulip is Running Out of Time.

Tulip Fancy

Tulips ponders "her" current state as wife whose only purpose is to be the perfect stay at home trophy wife

Sitting at my vanity in the mornings after my wife has gone to work is really the only time, I have on my own to think and reflect. The rest of my day is filled with house work, going to work, more house work and keeping up my feminine appearance. The later taking up even more of my week now with my regular Saturday morning appointment. 

Even at night when I'm sitting here doing my night time skin care and hair routine. I can see my wife in the mirror lying in bed taking what I think are slightly predatory glances at me over the top of her book. I wondered how I got to this point? When did I lose the little facial hair, I had? All those drop ins to just tidy up a few "stray hairs". Now there were none. I rested a finger above my top lip. Trying to imagine what I would look like with a moustache. It did not work. I just looked like a girl with her finger on her top lip. 

I fidgeted on the stool grateful for the thick cushion. I felt my self-flush at the memory of last night. I must say I prefer it when my wife makes slow gentle love to me. But on occasion she does take a more vigorous approach that produces a higher level of tension and larger discharge from me. I also feel a little tender the next day, I especially feel it when I sit down..... even on the most softest seats. My wife's silhouette while wearing her strap-on at night is a sign I will be walking funny the next day.

I reached down and retied the bow on my pipe ribbon and noticed that the colour matched the ribbon running through the lace at the waist band of my panties. Did I do that deliberately? was Kelly's influence becoming ingrained? Time was running out. I think I had just enough time to practice my tonight look before I had to clean it off and put on my work face.   

It was the end of the busiest time of the year for my wife work wise and she was determined to take me out to a fancy restaurant to make up for neglecting me. I must say I did not feel neglected in the least. I had practiced this look with Kelly on Wednesday with the blouse she bought me and my new pearls. Kelly said her aunt would feel ten foot tall with me on her arm walking into the restaurant. I think she meant it as a compliment.  When I had finished, I looked into the mirror. Was there a man in there? I wondered what he would have looked like. Will I ever see him again?