Her First Stocking series, chapter 8
I was watching Saturday night's soccer game on the telly, trying very hard to follow the action on the field, but like all afternoon, my thoughts kept returning to the events of the previous night. We had not spoken about it since leaving Mark's house and dropping Annie off at her house. By the time we got home, it was early afternoon, and both of us carried on with our day as we did on most Saturday afternoons, except this time we were somewhat reserved, keeping to ourselves while lost in our own thoughts and emotions.
Halftime was approaching, and I really had no idea what was happening on the field; furthermore, somehow I missed the only goal of the game, not even registering there was a replay. I did not notice my wife walking into the living room either until she stood in front of me and asked me: "Can I sit with you, Babe?"
She looked hot in her red sheer robe, which was ankle length, hiding nothing under it, as well as in her red lacy garter belt that held up a pair of beige stockings and in her red mules. She lightly made up her face except for her ruby-red lips, which were strikingly red, and she had an uncertain smile on her face.
"Yes, baby," I said, padding the couch beside me.
"You look hot," I added.
She ignored my suggestion and sat on my lap, her arms closing around my neck while she softly kissed my lips.
"Isn't this better?" She asked, still with uncertainty in her voice.
"Yes, Babe. You are right," I said, softly kissing her lips.
"Babe," she continued, "take me back and make me yours again, make me only yours, please."
I kissed her, lingering on her warm, red lips, when I felt them open slightly, her tongue running over mine, and as I responded, our tongues found each other; suddenly, I felt I was home again, and everything was okay as we kissed passionately. When the kiss was broken and we finally spoke, I noticed from the corner of my eye that the soccer game was already over.
"I love you, Babe," she whispered.
"I love you too, Baby," I replied, holding her tightly in my arms.
"Are we all right, Babe?"
"Yes, Baby. We are more than all right."
"Take me to our bedroom and make love to me, please," she said demurely, with hope in her eyes.
"Yes, Baby," I said. "I will take you back and make you my woman just like before."
She stood up, I flicked the telly off and picked her up, her arms wrapping around my neck on the way to our bedroom, where I gently put her on our bed. I watched her for a few seconds as she lay there, soaking up her beauty with my eyes, then quickly stripped naked and climbed onto the bed too, lying beside her.
I kissed her face, her neck, and her ears while my hand explored her body over her robe, and when I found the rope of her gown, I pulled on it, opening her robe, exposing her creamy-white body to me and to my exploring hands and fingers. I kissed her lips, and our tongues made love for a couple of minutes, then I kissed my way to her breast. Her nipples were hard and unusually red; in fact, they looked like they were raw, and when I bit one of them with my lips, I heard her wince. I looked at her questioningly.
"It's okay, Babe. They are just a bit sensitive."
I kissed them softly, sucked them into my mouth gently, and swirled my tongue around them until she started to moan when her hand found my head, pushing me onto one of them, encouraging me to suck it more.
"That feels so nice, Babe," she whispered.
"I love your tits, Baby," I replied. "They are just perfect."
Sliding down on her body, I kissed my way to her mounds when I noticed her pussy was just as red and swollen as her nipples, which made me wonder what the guys had done to her. Those thoughts were quickly forgotten as my lips felt her warm folds, and I tasted her juices. She parted her legs, giving me much better access to her pussy to explore every centimetre of it, and when my tongue settled down on her clitoris, twirling it around in every which way, she began to moan louder and louder.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "That feels so good."
"Let's take your robe off, Baby," I said, looking up at her.
She sat up and wiggled out of her robe, then I pulled it out from under her, tossing it on the floor next to the bed. She lay back on the bed while I climbed between her legs, kissing her stocking-covered thighs and, with every kiss, getting a step closer to her glistening pussy. Finally reaching it, I returned to her clit and swirled my tongue around it, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm. Her moans became louder, and soon they turned into squeals. She wrapped her legs around my torso, holding me firmly in her pussy, and as her body started to tremble and shake, she came on my tongue.
When she calmed down somewhat, I slid up on her body, pinning her to the bed with my own, and we kissed passionately, my cock resting on her folds while I gently slid it back and forth on her juicy lips. I reached between us and, lining my cock up with her vagina, I pushed, feeling the head of my engorged phallus slide into her fuckhole. Again, I saw a little discomfort on her face.
"Is it hurting you?" I asked softly.
"Yes, but it is okay. I want you to fuck me and make me cum on your cock."
I did, and we made love--slow, passionate love, we did not rush, there was no hard fucking, just slow, tender lovemaking. She squealed and writhed under me as her orgasm washed over her again, and when it was my turn to fill her beautiful body with my cum, she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her tightly. Once we came down from the highs of our pleasures lying side by side, I asked her if she wanted to tell me what happened. She kissed me softly and said: "Yes, I do. I want to tell you all, but first, you tell me the story with Annie."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, I want to know what my sexy husband did to that girl," she said, smirking.
