This is based on a prompt sent to me by the Yankee Countess back in October for the last Smut Weekend. It's been 90% done and in my drafts as I've been stick on how much sexytimes I wanted to include. I also misplaced my smut writing mojo. If you want to see the nightgown in question, there's a link on my author page.

Prompt: Nightgown

London 7 June 1924

Sybil Branson couldn't wait for her husband to get home. Today was their fifth wedding anniversary and he was dropping their three irascible children off at their grandparents' London home. While he did that, she was preparing for their night.

She had already finished taking a bath and was now applying her orchid scented moisturizer to every inch of her body. When she finished, she put on her new piece of lingerie: a peach colored silk and lace chemise. Sybil ordered it from Paris a month ago specifically for her anniversary.

Slipping it on, Sybil smiled at how soft the chemise felt against her skin. It was loose fitting yet still complimented her figure. She turned towards the mirror and smiled. Then she turned around and glimpsed at her reflection, smirking at how see through the material was. Tom's going to love it. She quickly applied dark rose lipstick to complete her look.

She glanced at the clock. She had about ten minutes before Tom returned home. Sybil quickly took out the spice cake she baked and iced earlier that day and two wine glasses, placing both on the dining room table. She then lit several candles in both the dining room and their bedroom.
She had just returned to the living room when the front door opened. Smiling, she sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs.

Tom began to talk loudly to her as he removed his coat and hat. "Love, your mother arranged dinner for us. Beef bourguignon, gougere, po-" He stopped talking as soon as he saw his wife sitting on the sofa. His mouth dropped open, completely stunned by the sight before him.

Sybil smirked. "I know, Tom. Mama told me she wanted to treat us." She rose from the sofa and sauntered over to him. Then, she rose up on her toes, pressing her body against his, and kissed is cheek. She took the basket of food and turned, sashaying to the kitchen while also giving her husband a tantalizing view of her backside.

Tom sucked in his breath. Minx. Finally regaining his composure, he followed his wife.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked.

He simply nodded, enjoying gazing upon his wife more than anything in that moment.

"Is that new?" Tom asked, gesturing towards her negligee.

"Yes."

"It's very becoming on you, love."

She arched an eyebrow. "Just becoming?"

He smirked and walked up to her. "Fetching." He kissed her eye. "Alluring." He kissed her other eye. "Seductive." He kissed her on the lips, pulling Sybil flush against him.

The kiss quickly turned passionate, with Sybil wrapping her arms around Tom's neck to pull him closer. Both moaned as the kiss deepened. He slipped his tongue into his wife's mouth, his knees weakening when she sucked gently on his tongue.

Soon Tom pulled out of the kiss and began to slowly kiss down Sybil's body. He kissed and nipped at her neck, causing her to moan. As he kissed her neck, Tom thumbed her hardened nipple through the silk material. Descending lower, he sucked on the nipple through the material, making Sybil writhe against him. He turned his attention to the other nipple, again suckling on the stiff peak through the silk of the chemise.

Sybil moaned in response. "Oh Tom!"

As he licked and suckled, Tom slipped a finger into her center, groaning when he felt how wet she was. He pulled out his finger, which displeased Sybil greatly, and maneuvered her onto the table.

Once she was settled, he began to kiss down her body, eventually ending up on his knees before his wife. When he reached the hem of her chemise, he lifted it over his head. He placed a kiss on each of her thighs and then on her slit.

Sybil moaned at his actions, completely caught up in the moment. Tom smiled and plunged his tongue into her core, eliciting another loud moan from Sybil. He continued his ministrations, licking up her slit several times before returning his tongue to her core.

"Oh yes!" Sybil cried. She reached for his left hand, holding it tight as he continued pleasuring her.

Tom squeezed back. Then, smiling wolfishly, he moved up and sucked on her clit.

"To-om," his wife whined out. She felt delightfully overwhelmed by the sensations pulsing through her body. "Don't stop!" she ordered.

Tom momentarily halted his actions to look up at his wife. "I don't plan to." With those words, he dived back into Sybil's core, licking and sucking over and over.

Soon, he saw the signs of Sybil's orgasm approaching. Wanting to make it memorable, Tom redoubled his efforts with his tongue, moving it fast and faster in her core. As he did this, he moved his right hand from the table and began to massage her clit with his fingers, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

Sybil came with a cry. "Tom! Oh God! Tooooooooooom!"

Her body arched up as she came and she felt as though thousands of fireworks were going off in her body. After a minute and a half, Sybil's orgasm began to ease and she fell back onto the table with a sigh.

Tom looked up from between her legs then, a smug smile on his face. On seeing it, Sybil closed her eyes and took several moments to catch her breath.

"You're so full of yourself, Tom," she managed to breath out.

Chuckling, he kissed up her body all the way to her face, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

Smirking, he replied, "With you as my wife, how can I help being full of my self."

She playfully swatted him then kissed him gently. She was about to say something when her stomach growled.

The couple laughed. Playing with Tom's blue tie, Sybil said, "Let's have dinner in bed."

Tom grinned at her and stood up, helping Sybil to her feet. However, she only had her feet on the ground for a moment before her husband picked her up and playfully threw her over his shoulder.

Sybil shrieked and asked, "What are you doing?"

Starting to walk towards the kitchen, Tom responded, "I'm taking you and that fancy meal your mother arranged for us to our bedroom. You're going to need your energy for the rest of the night and tomorrow morning."

Tom grabbed the basket and Sybil laughed, knowing their fifth wedding anniversary was going to memorable.