My day, as always, was long and meaningless. The usual shit happened with all of the people in the office. One was annoying me to no end until I told him to go fucking work. Then I couldn't work myself. It was just a bad day and I wanted to just go home. It was finally Friday night and it was a long weekend of what I hoped was nothing urgent to handle.
We met in the car at the train station and exchanged our usual smile and kiss, but with no passion. It was as if we were the typical couple. Ok, just a lack of sleep, I probably thought was the reason on both of our parts in fact. I knew you were up two nights ago teasing with me to have some fun but soon you were fighting the battle between your stomach and a pepperoni pizza. The stomach won that night so you weren't in the mood for anything. I accepted my fate, rubbed your back, made sure you were calm and we both fell off to sleep.
You tempted fate again tonight with the pizza but we both decided on just having a salad. Not bad for a quick bag from the local store. French dressing, tuna fish and croutons. I know you well. That alone would be enough for you to be satisfied tonight. But was it?
After our late supper, you headed for bed and I headed for the shower. I needed to clean up from a long day and wanted a few minutes to myself so I could relax. You smiled, gave me a kiss, and laughed saying, "don't use up all the heat."
Well the heat of the water and chill of the air of a cool summer night coming through the bathroom window helped to relax me. All the while I wondered what you might be doing. Watching television, no doubt. I know your favorite show would be on. It was late and we both I figured would watch our shows and fall asleep together. It would just be us tonight; no roommates, and no kids. No work either tomorrow. Saturday finally would be to ourselves.
I decided rather than dress in the bathroom I was going to just change in the bedroom. Just a habit of mine that I picked up from her. Not that I didn't want to show myself but I just had not been in a showing mood.
It was awfully quiet. No usual sounds of the television blaring. But tonight there was a faint sound of music. Some smooth r&b. Sounded like Brian McKnight. This was different I thought. Now I caught a whiff of vanilla and musk. I saw the flickering of a single pillar candle in the room. My interest was peaked now. No television, no computer, just a quiet room, soft music, and candlelight? What was going on now? Was she going to give me a relaxing massage? No I thought I am the one who gives that usually.
My mind was starting to race with some anticipation as to the scene being played out in our bedroom. The door was parted just slightly and I saw your legs at the end of the bed. I slowly turned my head inside the door. Instead of you lying there in that favorite nightshirt that I swore has been around for many years but still was soft and comfortable, you were there in all your glorious naked beauty. The creamy white skin, your large breasts and lightly colored aureoles. Your nipples were already hard and standing upright. It was the beauty I longed for and wanted so badly many nights to just eat up.
"Wow, this is a surprise." I said quietly. I didn't want to lose the moment. "Shhh.", you whispered. "Come join me." As I approached the bed I saw why you were as quiet. Your glistening fingers and a shiny little toy was replacing my tongue on your hot box. You fell in love with that toy the minute you found it at a party. Small enough to be discreet and yet it was powerful enough to be my replacement, at least some of the time.
"I don't want you to touch me, not just yet." You moaned lightly but enough to know this was going on for quite a while before I walked in on the moment. I smiled and said, "You know that is going to be hard." I admit it is hard not to want to bury my face in the sweet and musky scent of her flesh. But she had other ideas. She wanted the pleasure of torturing me tonight and give to me some relaxation from the stresses of work. God I love her so for that. But her torture was my pleasure and she delighted in getting the best of me. I certainly was not going to complain.
With only a towel between my own warm flesh, and me she smiled and said, "you want to show me what's underneath?" "Mmmm, gladly." I let the towel drop to expose myself to her. The smile grew larger and her fingers moved a little more rapidly.
"I want you to watch me rub my hot pussy." It was demanding yet playfully erotic. Coming from her it was more than just erotic. It was fucking hot. She began to rub her clit with two fingers. I could see the wire of the silver vibrator coming from just inside her hot wet hole. The bullet had to be just inside of her right at that one spot she loved so much. She arched her back up and the moans became louder. "Watch me cum baby. I want you to see me cum while I fuck myself."
I was so tempted to start to stroke my growing cock. She saw my temptations and said, "Oh no baby, no...you have to watch me. You can't touch yourself." Now THAT was difficult. Damn she was serious. I can't release this feeling inside of me? "Oh God baby you really want me to go wild on you don't you." She laughed then took in a long breath and said "you can do anything you want, but not before I cum."
