Once again, many thanks to my editor for his instruction and kindness.
Thank you to my friend and Muse, B. This story, part 1, 2, and 3 is a collaboration of our inner selves. I hope my readers enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it.
BTW, for you men out there, this is a 3 or 4 tissue clean-up story.
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My wife announced that she was going to bed. I told her I would join her in a little while. After watching the evening news, I locked the doors for the night and turned off the lights. As I approached the hallway leading to our bedroom, a beam of light on the hallway carpet caught my eye and I wondered why she was still up.
When I walked into the hallway and peered into the bedroom, I saw my wife taking off her clothes. I stopped to watch her. She had no idea I was there. Clad only in her white lacy bra and matching panties she walked to the full-length mirror and gazed at her own reflection. She turned this way and that way assessing her figure, then turned facing the mirror. Her hands went to the back of her bra, unclasped it and let the straps slip off her shoulders and arms allowing her full ripe breasts their freedom. She closed her eyes as if dreaming.
I walked up behind her, each of my hands reaching for and caressing a milky white orb, while pulling her back against my hairy chest. All my senses came alive with the feeling of her warm nearly naked body drawing up close to mine and the wonderful smell of her soft hair as my lips pressed repeatedly against the exposed and sensitive areas along her neck.
"MMMmmmm..." she purred. "My darling husband, this feels so very nice."
Reaching backwards, her arms entwined around my neck, giving me free access to each luscious globe. My fingertips lightly brushed her nipples bringing them to full attention, my nimble fingers working their magic. The highly erotic sounds of her breathing became more labored and punctuated by the deep animal moans of a woman becoming aroused. I felt her body lean heavily into mine and as her head rolled on my chest. My cock grew in my pants.
I knew my wife and she loved what I was doing to her body, loved the sensations my manipulation of her nipples caused her body to feel, the direct line to her clit, the growing wetness between her legs, the anticipation of what was to come.
My lips brushed the sides of her sensitive neck, my hands never leaving her breasts. I knew my hot breath and hot lips set her neck on fire and I felt her legs began to weaken.
After agonizingly slow nipple play, I let one hand slowly slid down her side slipping into the waistband of her delicate matching white lacy panties until I felt the wetness between her legs. I couldn't believe that a place so wet could still be the very center of her fiery passions. It's as if the damp warmth trapped within her luscious bush had been transformed into the heat and humidity of a jungle, with the hungering cat on the prowl being her wonderful pussy.
My finger dipped inside, then slowly upward to her clit. She gasped. I whispered softly into her ear, "Open your eyes, Beautiful, look into the mirror and watch yourself. I want you to see what I see as I bring you to orgasm. Leave your hands where they are around my neck and let me pleasure you."
All she could see in the mirror was the bulge of my hand moving within the confines of her lacy white panties and her lovely full breasts heaving with each breath she took. I saw a hint of a smile on her beautiful face. She could also feel my fingers stroking up and down along her moistened vulva, causing it to swell and moisten even further with a glorious excitement. Those digits continued to rub their way through the soft blonde curls and between her silken folds to collect more and more of her slippery lubrication while also mapping my way around her still unseen sex.
One hand moved back to her breasts and stimulated them, first one then the other, alternating with rhythm, pulling and pinching her nipples until they were on fire. She could feel the hardness of my erection pressed against her backside as I rubbed it against the soft material of her lacy panties that covered her heart shaped ass. Our gazes met in the mirror and locked. She saw my hooded eyes, saw lust on my face. Fingering her clit, I picked up speed and intensity. Her breathing became ragged and moans escaped her lips.
The delicate skin of her face, neck, and breasts, flushed bright pink with excitement as blood coursed throughout her incredibly lovely body. The same rich hemoglobin that engorged those exquisite pink nipples so they hardened beneath my touch also caused her delicate little clitoris to swell and throb against my other fingers with each beat of her heart.
"Do you see how beautiful and how exciting you are? Look at your nipples, my love. See how hard they are? Feel how hard your clitoris is? See how flushed you become when you're excited? Do you see your face when you moan and whimper? All these things I see when we make love and they drive me insane with lust for you. I love to watch your face and know that I'm doing that to you, that I am the cause of your excitement, arousal and pleasure."
She appraised her reflection in the mirror and ran her wet tongue along her bottom lip and smiled as she felt my cock jerk against her bottom.
It didn't take much time or effort before my two middle fingers carefully slipped within the sensual velvety wetness of her vaginal entrance. Steady, gentle pressure soon eased them even further up into her feminine fissure, as a deep guttural groan marked her approval.
I applied a series of delicate kisses, beginning on her rounded shoulder and working my way up along a path towards her long and lovely neck. As my soft lips pressed against her bared throat I could feel the vibrations of her moaning being transmitted from deep within her gorgeous body. It took nearly all my mental skill and physical coordination to try to maintain the powerful electrical connection between her sensitive nipples and clitoris.
My use of gentle fingertip pressure in a continuing circular motion around each of these nerve-packed little pleasure buds was arousing both of us. Luckily, I could break up the physical repetition of my magic fingers by occasionally pinching one of the pink nipples lightly or dipping a digit or two or even three deep into her now-seething cauldron of carnal delight.
Like Alice in Wonderland, she seemed to be lost within the reflected world of the looking glass, watching the detached female body of the blonde beauty in her mirror as she allowed the man behind her to bring her pleasure.