Anyone looking over my shoulder wouldn't have given a second thought to the text from my wife. But as soon as I read it, I felt my cock stir in my pants.
"Mani appt at 5:30 today. Dinner's on you."
The door to my office was open, but I took the chance and gently squeezed my growing erection through my pants. Tonight was going to be something special.
You see, I have very sensitive nipples. Nothing makes me harder faster than fingernails flicking across them. It's as if my cock and the two little nubs on my chest are connected by an electrical cord.
And my wife, Amber, is well aware. She's quick to "accidentally" run her fingertips across my chest at the the most inopportune times, knowing full well that her touch will instantly cause a tent in my pants.
But our best nights are after she returns from having her nails done. They are pretty, which she likes, and sharp, which my nipples like. It's a win-win for everyone.
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I hurried home from work and started preparing a simple chicken stir-fry that I know is among Amber's favorites. I had just finished chopping the veggies when I felt my wife wrap her arms around my torso.
Her hand trailed across my stomach, under my pectoral, close enough that I felt myself tense up, but not so close that the actually hit my sensitive spot.
"Do you like?" she asked, in a voice that let me know she knew exactly what she was doing.
She presented her nails to me.
"French tip. Very nice," I replied. "Classy. And classical."
She squeezed me tight and let go, heading to the fridge for a glass of wine. As i finished dinner, we talked about our days, neighborhood gossip, etc., a conversation that carried us through eating.
After I cleared our plates, Amber and I settled onto the couch in front of the television. My mind was never far from anticipating that first touch that would put us on the path to sexual release. But my darling wife wasn't quite ready to give up the tease.
She found plenty of opportunities to taunt me as we worked through the unwatched portion of our DVR. Her hand lay on my lap, or made trails on my bicep. Always close to the object of my desire, but never quite there.
Finally, she announced she was ready for a bath and bed and wandered upstairs to our bedroom. I gave her a head start and then went down the hallway to the guest bath to shower and shave.
When I finished in the bathroom, I found Amber laying facedown on our bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace bikini panties that framed her ass to perfection.