It had been frustrating and he'd become agitated. He was in a hurry when he left early and walked to his car. As he tried to back out of the slot there seemed to be a never-ending meeting by a small group of people at his bumper. Finally the group dispersed to their own cars and he started to pull out as a pick-up nearly hit him and he'd had to slam on the brakes. When he was ready to pull onto the street a crowd appeared strung out on the sidewalk and blocked him. Finally on the street he was blocked at every intersection by a red light. He was cut-off in the traffic lane twice in three blocks by some Kamikaze driver. He'd lined up at the metered entrance to the freeway and it was the longest line of cars that he could remember. On the freeway the lanes were packed and he was sandwiched between trucks.
Finally he'd realized the source of his frustration and relaxed. He was just in a hurry to see her. She was his inspiration, his lover, his friend and his wife of five years. Each day was new and fresh for him since they'd met so long ago. He loved her and cherished her in everything and at every moment of his day. She was incredible in everything she did. She was solid in her job, an expert housekeeper, a loving wife and his sexkitten. He enjoyed being around her, holding her and making love to her.
It seemed hours later when he got home and called her name softly as he entered. No answer. He called again a bit louder and still no answer. He'd parked in the driveway and she always parked in the garage and shut the door. He hadn't noticed her car gone. Puzzled, he walked through the house and finally into the bedroom. The bedding was folded back neatly and the scarlet sheets were on the bed. The bed was piled high with white pillows. They'd always liked lots of pillows on the bed. There was a sheer white scarf in the center of the bed and a monogrammed note lying in its center.
He reached for the note as he thought about how she was always leaving him notes of love everywhere. She had gone out to get some of his 'favorite' sandwiches for dinner. He smiled at the thought of the sandwiches that she called his.
The sandwiches were a reminder of a little visit they'd made just after their first date. They were in a hurry to get somewhere and neither had eaten all day. He'd noticed an old delicatessen in the center of a block as he drove. On a whim he parked and they'd walked in together. A large sign over the counter announced a special on the delicatessen's own Knackwurst sandwiches. While she was looking, he'd ordered the special for himself. She'd watched as the sandwich was being made and watched as the sharp knife sliced the Knackwurst lengthwise and then it was opened and spread on the top of a lettuce bed piled high on hand sliced fresh bread and then lavishly covered with their special white horseradish mustard.
When it was time for her order, she'd decided on the Knackwurst also, but when the lady making the sandwich prepared to slice it she'd softly asked her not to. The lady said something about the plump sausage being in the middle of the sandwich but she'd insisted that it was exactly the way she wanted it. The lady gave in and finished the sandwich and then wrapped it to be taken out. He carried the cokes and sandwiches and they ate in the front seat, but as he handed her the sandwich he had no idea.
She carefully unwrapped and folded the paper around the outside and turned sideways with one knee up on the seat as she worked. She was wearing a knee length skirt, but it still managed somehow to maintain its propriety. She looked him straight in the eye as she nibbled the edges of the bread and then the lettuce. Her tongue and teeth teased that lettuce in the smallest quick bites and she nibbled around the sausage. He ate heartily but couldn't take his eyes off her even though they were eating not talking.
Finally she'd licked the end of the sausage with her tongue and rolled her eyes and closed them. A few moments went by as her tongue circled that sausage. Her tongue extended and she'd managed to pick up a small amount of that white mustard on it and it seemed suspended in air for minutes before she slowly drew her tongue back and he could see her tasting it against the roof of her mouth. She moaned softly. She opened her eyes and was staring straight at him as she opened her mouth and her lips closed around the sausage. She moved her knee and the skirt fell back exposing her thong. He stared and stopped eating as she sucked on that sausage before dragging her teeth around it without piercing the covering. It was the most erotic thing he'd seen on a date. And when she closed her eyes again and bit slowly into it he could see the sausage compressing between her white teeth before penetration. When her teeth finally entered the sausage it literally seem to explode and expand between her lips. She smiled at him as her hand went to her thong and entered through its top.
He didn't remember where they'd been going, but they never made it and that first session of love was mind shattering and he still remembered every moment. But, the note said that she'd already showered and was wondering what they'd think of her at the deli if they knew she was wearing nothing beneath her sheer black capri's and her starched blouse. She told him to shower and relax until she got back.
He removed most of his clothes, folded them and placed them on the bed and then slid his briefs down and caught them with his foot and tossed them too onto the heap. Slowly he reached down and rubbed his groin and lightly scratched himself. He noticed how the memories of that sandwich had aroused him. He turned on the shower and then shaved as the water was warming. As he slid the door back on the shower and stepped in he felt the welcome warmth and gentle massage on his skin. A shower doesn't do for a man what it does for a woman he thought as he took down the hand unit and directed it over his body. He returned it and picked up the bar of soap and thoroughly lathered himself while enjoying the way his hands slid over his body and his cock. The urge was there but he held off.
When he finished the shower he was feeling horny, but dried his hair and wrapped a towel around his ass. Then he turned out the light and... did a double take. She was back and lying on the bed. Not just lying there but her cute bottom was nested on top of two pillows and she was reclining against three more. Against her back they had been turned long way up and cradled her soft shoulders. Her arms were wrapped around her knees with her breasts fully hidden. He was so surprised that he released the towel and it slid to the floor. When she saw the effect she'd had she smiled at him and the best part was she was completely nude. As he stared with mouth open and wide eyes she sat back, removed her arms from her legs and simultaneously spread her feet and thighs. Her eyes never left his erection and her eyes had fondled it as it rapidly grew in size.
For a moment he was dumbstruck and his eyes traveled from her breasts to her pussy and back again and again. She was looking at him and her arms stretched out to him and like a drowning man he walked slowly to the foot of the bed. Her body was in stark contrast to the scarlet sheets and her hair was the same way as it surrounded her face accented by the white pillows. She brought her hands down and slowly placed them on each side of her lips and spread them as she watched him. He reached the foot of the bed and raised one knee to the bed as his cock dragged on the top sheet... and for a six foot tall man that is unusual. She was ready for him and she looked more beautiful each time he saw her.
Her pussy was open and he could see the long nested lips so wet and pink inviting his attention. He dropped onto his elbows and his hands went under the pillows to raise her even more to his waiting mouth. With his mouth buried, she released her grip and raised her hands to his head and her fingers toyed in the short dark strands at the back. She stiffened as he laved that sweetness between and her hands tightened pulling him even closer. This was always a sweet part of their lovemaking... a sweet foreplay that neither of them could get enough of or tired from. As he worked, the wetness he cleaned was replaced by even more until he sensed that she was ready.
Her scent was powerful in the air as his mouth located the sweet spot of her clit and his lips closed firmly over it. She started thrusting slowly at first and then with more fervor as he worked. He raised his hands and reached under to actually hold the warmth of her cheeks in his hands as he feasted. She moaned in ecstasy as she approached her peak. She raised her legs and placed them over his shoulders and crossed her ankles behind his head and began an urgent hump of his face. She was crying his name and he could tell that tears were forming in her eyes. She was being pleased.