When your left hand reaches your hip, the tips of the fingers trace the line where your leg meets your hip, sliding gently into your panties. The pads of those fingers brush lightly across the small patch of hair, raising every nerve ending. The index finger runs super softly, and extremely slowly over the lips of your pussy from top to bottom. It never threatens to enter you.. just gently brushing the surface, as it glides from top to bottom, then bottom to top. It continues to roam gently, as your right thumb, and forefinger close around your nipple. gently squeezing.
You hear your words, as you speak. But what comes out hits your ears as my voice. You whisper "you are so beautiful." I mean it. say the words out loud. Your right hand drifts aimlessly across your body, seeking ever place on your body that makes you feel good. Your left finger, that has been tracing your tender lips, now flicks itself gently over your clit, as your body starts to squirm. The finger moves in a slow circle, building the tension in you. As you feel it building inside you, the finger joins with your middle finger, as they slide inside you, being replaced by your thumb on your clit. The motion as they slide into you is deliberately slow.. probing.. as if they are soaking in the excitement you feel. Your body is writing across the bed now, whimpering the name of the man you crave. The probing fingers, and the hand roaming your body are too much for you to resist, and it is only a matter of time before the ecstasy washes over you. Your body tenses, as wave after wave of happiness crash through you. As you settle to the bed again, you once again hear your words, but my voice, as I whisper through your lips.. 'I love you..' "
She followed his instructions to the letter. She lost control of her hands. It was as if he really did replace them with his. When he told her to speak, she knew her lips were moving, but her mind told her that it was his voice. As her third orgasm crashed through her body, she whispered the words he commanded over and over. His voice rang in her ears, as she spasmed on the bed. "I love you, Chloe. I love you. I love you." It was amazing that she truly did hear his voice. As she settled back to Earth, her mind shut off briefly. She felt his fingers caress her hair, and it felt heavenly. Suddenly, she realized that she really did feel his fingers! She spun around, to see him smiling at her lovingly.
"What? When did you get here?" He told her that he had arrived as she stepped into her shower, hiding in the spare bedroom of the house. "I don't understand. I thought we only played at the apartment?" He had rented the apartment specifically for their rendezvous. He was determined to not have the neighbors know anything about their private moments.
"Chloe, you are my wife. We may have our exciting kinky moments in the playpad, but nothing says I can't spoil my wife in my own home." He took her hand, and kissed it gently. "I love you, angel. Just because I have my rules over there does not mean I don't always respect your boundaries, your desires, and your comfort. I wanted to talk to you away from those rules, to tell you that I am so very proud of you as my wife. Both for who you are every single day, and for this morning. When you dropped that ball, and trusted me not to be angry, it meant so much. You do realize that was the first time you ever stopped our games, for any reason?"
Chloe beamed, and truly savored that moment. She had asked for the punishment before she ever left that day. He had obliged her wish, as usual, and had carefully toed the line by pushing her to extend her boundaries, and also forcing her to stop. He knew that the question had lingered in her mind. After all, how could she know that he would stop, if she had never stopped him? She settled into his arms, as he tenderly made love to her, savoring his wife just as much as he did when she was his toy at the apartment.
The couple spent the next few hours drifting around the house, cleaning up, and talking in between tender touches. She watched, as he settled onto the couch, and peacefully drifted off to sleep. She let him sleep, as she got herself presentable, leaving him a note on the table, before leaving the house.
"Don't forget to put away your toy. I'm sure it is missing you already. Love, Chloe."
She quietly shut the door behind her, and drove to the apartment, comfortable in her belief that he would not be far behind her. As he climbed the stairs to the apartment, She shed her blouse, leaving it on the first stair. Not far above it, she left her silky skirt laying for him. By the time she entered the apartment, it was a simple matter of kneeling, and waiting for him.
