Most of her days began the same. Today was no different. She was up early to make coffee and start breakfast for her husband. Moving through her beautiful home, straightening and re-arranging items, she once again felt overwhelming contentment and happiness. Finally, going to the bedroom to wake her husband, she sighed deeply. It was a glorious room. She had spent long hours making it perfect, a special bower to encompass all the love and satisfaction she felt. It was already a sunny day and long rays of light fell on the carpet and warmed the air. There, in the bed, her husband, Daniel, was still sleeping.
She studied his face. That face had changed her world. He was not traditionally handsome. Rather, he was incredibly beautiful, at least to her. His features, taken separately, were probably very ordinary, but their sum was absolutely breathtaking. His golden brown hair fell softly onto his forehead, like a little boy lost in dreams. His tanned skin was smooth and cool, scented with him, constantly tempting. She imagined his eyes, silver-grey, a color she had never seen before or since. Watching him sleep, she knew that everything about him attracted her, melted her. It wasn't just his looks, Daniel was a total package. She could listen to him for hours, his words pouring over her, filling and satisfying her mind as he filled and satisfied her body with lovemaking.
Now, she leaned over him, tickling his cheek with her long curls. He woke smoothly, smiling, reaching up and capturing her in his arms. "Ah, Sophie! Good morning, Love."
When he pulled her down beside him, she sighed happily. She loved the feel of him, the touch of him. Even his morning breath was fresh and delicious. His lips touched hers, tentatively. She responded with ardor, pressing her body along his, feeling his manhood swell and nestle against her. This was something she never tired of, her total capitulation to his touch. She needed him as much as he needed her. They were well-matched. She had already showered and was dressed in a soft, short, silky gown. His hands moved up and down her body, rearranging the fragile fabric, finding her naked flesh.
She nestled in his arms for long minutes, enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers, his tongue teasing and probing, awakening her desires. It was difficult, but she finally pulled away, moved from his embrace and slid out of the bed. He remained there, his arms outstretched, his eyes glistening with lust.
She went into the bathroom, filling her mouth with minty mouthwash, then spitting it out. She returned to the bed, kneeling beside it, beckoning Daniel to sit in front of her. Sophie positioned herself between his legs, pushing them even further apart, resting her warm palms on his thighs. "Lie back, Darling. But be sure you have lots of pillows, I want you to see everything....."
She bent to his open thighs. Running her tongue up the warm flesh, she left a trail of cool moisture. Her mouth moved eagerly, searching for the prize she knew awaited her. She nibbled his tender skin, heard his moans as he anticipated her movements. Her tongue traced along his groin, moving up and down, licking and stroking. She could almost feel his cock bobbing over her, getting impatient, wanting attention.
She would have lingered over his deliciously soft thighs, but she wanted to bath his cock with her still-tingling mouth, wanted to make him gasp with pleasure. She smiled up at him, moving her mouth to the crying tip of his straining dick, swirling her tongue around the glistening head. God, she loved this. She loved the velvety feel of the head, the veined smoothness of the shaft. She loved that first taste of pre-come, knowing it would start flowing now, dripping onto her chin and fingers.
At first, Daniel was content to lie back and watch Sophie as she lavished his cock with her minty tongue. He loved to see her licking and sucking him, loved to watch her face as she consumed his erection, as it disappeared into her dainty mouth. He marveled at the joy on her face as she pleasured him. He always felt she was exactly where she wanted to be. And again, he delighted in the fact that his very ladylike wife, his prim and proper mate, could be so extremely happy sucking his cock and allowing him to explode deep in her throat.
Even as these thoughts raced through his mind, Sophie began to blow him in earnest. She began bobbing up and down, sucking and licking and nibbling. Soon she added that little humming sound, deep in her throat, that always drove him crazy. She knew exactly how to pleasure him. When she added her little warm hands, began caressing and probing his aching balls, he was unable to control himself and came, sending warm torrents down her throat. She continued to suck him, making sure she collected every drop before slowing down and just licking him clean, again becoming dainty and demure. Finally, his cock was cleaned to her satisfaction. She looked up then, smiling. Her tongue slipped out to lick a tiny drop of come that had settled on her lip. She closed her eyes, savoring that taste of him.
Sophie stood, leaning far over to kiss his mouth, and whisper "Good morning, my love." Shen she turned and sashayed into the kitchen to get his breakfast on the table.
Daniel went to the shower to get ready for his day. As he washed, he relived those moments with Sophie, the way she voraciously sucked his cock any time of the day or night. He would wake sometimes to find her between his legs, happily licking and nibbling his engorged dick, her eyes closed, half-asleep. Sometimes, he wished he could tell his friends about her, about the wanton side of her that delighted him so thoroughly, but he knew he never would. While all his friends liked her, he could tell they wondered about her, exactly what she was like. She appeared to be a quiet, thoughtful, extremely genteel lady. He loved the secret side of her that only he knew.
He dressed for work and went to the kitchen, just as a wonderful breakfast was placed on the table. Sophie was in her 'housewife' mode, zipping around the room, making the meal, watering her plants, and dancing to the radio. She was dressed for the day too. She wore a simple dress which just skimmed her shapely figure. Her makeup was subdued, her hair long and natural. Lately, tiny streaks of silver wove through the dark brown curls, a striking look that she couldn't have gotten in any beauty shop. He could smell her vanilla scent despite the delicious breakfast. Sophie did not like a lot of jewelry and wore only a string of pearls and her wedding band. She looked, as always, very elegant and very desirable. He asked about her plans for the day.
"Oh, the usual. Groceries, cleaners, drop books at the library, lunch with the girls. Nothing too terribly exciting. Anything special you would like for dinner?"
They continued chatting, filling in the day for each other, working together on the grocery list. Daniel finished eating and kissed her goodbye. After he left, Sophie cleaned the kitchen and prepared to leave too.
Some days, whimsically, Sophie wondered what a private detective would think if he followed her around. Her days used to be so boring, so dull, she imagined he would charge extra because of the monotony. Today, she got into her car, placing her lists on the seat with the books to return. She began driving around town, checking off errands as she completed them. Finally, all that was left was the trip to the grocery. She planned to leave the groceries until the very last, just before going home.
Sighing deeply, Sophie turned onto a lovely residential street, pulling into a driveway about midway down the block. The garage door opened as if by magic and Sophie pulled in, the door closing automatically behind her. Happily leaving all her lists in the car, Sophie walked into the house through the kitchen door. Just stepping into the house made her feel lighter. In this house, nothing was expected of her. It was her retreat, her special place, and she reveled in her time here.
She walked through the kitchen, unzipping and dropping her dress before she had even crossed the room. In the dining room, she left her shoes. By the living room, she had removed her pearls and her slip. As she entered the bedroom, she was wearing only a pale pink demi-bra and a pink garter belt, fastened to sheer ivory stockings. Sophie hadn't worn panties and her thick dark curlies were framed beautifully. She had large, full breasts with dark areola, lovely nipples. In a demi-bra, she seemed to be in danger of overflowing. Her nipples pressed against the fragile fabric and threatened to pop through. Sophie stood in the doorway, framed beautifully, her breath quickening at the sight of Martin in the huge bed.
Martin was her lover. He gave her everything she wanted, anytime she wanted it. She only had to call or email him and he was waiting for her, waiting with a hard cock to please her. Today was no different.
