Edited by Alwaysupforu2004
Thanks so much Woody.
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LARA AND JACK
My husband Jack and I had not been intimate for about three months. I was wound up tighter than a spring. I needed complete release; masturbating was a temporary scratch to a non-stop itch. I decided to have a little show and tell for Jack that evening when he got home from work what I was feeling. I hoped that he too would like the dry season to cum to a showering end.
I spent the afternoon at the beauty salon, trimming, curling and waxing the hair on my body. I had a facial, manicure and pedicure done but I was not yet ready to go into battle without my armor. I passed by my favorite lingerie shop to buy just the right shade of red silk and lace number that I knew would bring Jack's attention back to my hot curvaceous coffee colored body. At the till something caught my eye, I giggled as I added it to my purchase. The sales clerk flashed me a knowing smile as she packed my items and bid me good day.
Once at home I made all the preparations to make the night special. I phoned up Jack to inquire how his day had been, just so I could gauge what mood he would be in. He seemed in a pleasant enough mood; his day was thankfully not spent in court or in mediations, but at this was a relatively slow day according to him. He promised to be home in under an hour, he just wanted to get out of the office and head out. I took that as a sign that the night would not be one where he was stuck at his desk in his study burning the midnight oil. Unless he feigned exhaustion like he had tended to do in the past three months. Tonight he had no choice. I was going to get the satisfaction I truly needed and deserved after three months of forced celibacy.
I had just enough time to freshen up and place some chilling wine by the bed in a beautiful silver bucket we had received as Christmas present the past year from his friend and colleague Daniel. He had been friends with Jack since he joined the firm two years ago. I walked up to the large antique mirror at the corner of the room and examined the image staring back at me, my almond shaped eyes slowly and meticulously checked if my efforts to look perfect for Jack, fell short in anyway. My pear shaped body still drew attention and compliments from many men. The red silk made my coffee colored skin glow, the lace just managed to cover my nipples, my plump breasts fitting snugly into the lace bodice. My hands lightly brushed over my already aroused nipples and traveled lower to my full hips to the edge of my lingerie. I began to lift the hem my body aching for release. My fingers wanting to begin their journey to my pussy when I heard Jack's car pull up to the driveway, I rushed to the window just in time to see him get out of the car. He still looked as good as when we first met five years ago at an art gallery during the opening night of my first solo show. He was handsome; he stood at six feet two inches, had dark hair, he had attentive hazel brown eyes with specks of gold and green and his smile lit up all those are around him. That night he bought four of my most expensive paintings. The rest was history.
"Lara? I'm home. Lara?" Jack's rich baritone called out. I called out to him from our bedroom. Jack walked in to the bedroom to find me laying in across our bed in my red battle armor. The red lace just dipped low enough to flash my ample coffee coloured breasts at him. My eyes held his for a moment before they followed my tongue seductively lick my full lips. Then followed my hand as it came from my side to my plump breasts in a false attempt to brush a stray hair back. I knew my jet black hair looked perfect after the time spent at the salon. Jack stood for a moment drinking in the image of me posed on our bed. The hem of my beautiful red silk amour was barely past my bottom, making my slightly plump legs look longer than they were. As I lay facing him with a wide smile and a wine glass in my hand. His lustful look was enough to encourage me to head into war as planned.
'Welcome home, Jack," my voice hoarse and strangely seductive even to my ears. "Some wine?" I asked extending the semi-filled glass to him. He crossed the room as he again took in the sight of me in the flimsy negligee that he could easily rip off my body in the heat of passion. He took the glass from my hand and sat at the edge of the bed; I rose and slowly crawled until I was behind him. "Can I take off your clothes, love?" I asked softly, my voice still lust filled and hoarse, as my hands ran gently across his broad shoulders. His nod was all I was waiting for before I swung into action. I slowly let my freshly pedicured foot off the bed onto the carpeted floor. I stood before him my body inches from his, my erect nipples a breath away from his face, his warm breath making my body shiver in anticipation. We both gave off an invisible heat that was slowly but surely making the light silk negligee feel like heavy chain mail armor.
Jack drained his glass of wine in record time, I doubt tasting the chardonnay he had just drank then gently placed the empty glass away from his feet. All the while his eyes never leaving mine, I reached to undo his shirt, his hands covered mine stopping me. He raised himself to his feet, our bodies touching, his six foot two frame dwarfing my five foot six frame. I felt fear begin to gain ground as he stood looking down at me saying nothing. I almost thought I was losing the war before it had even begun. I started to turn away when Jack pulled me back into his arms and said "Lara, my Cocoa Bean, I've missed you." His voice shaking as he spoke. That was all the encouragement I needed, Cocoa Bean was his nickname for me, he gave it to me on our first date. I smiled at him and my hands went to his sides, just above his trouser waist band. My hands took hold of his shirt and pulled his shirt tail out of his trousers. I began to unbutton his shirt and noticed that my hands were trembling. I couldn't wait any longer I ripped it open sending the buttons scattering into all directions of the room. His mouth covered mine with a hungry kiss, his tongue found it was welcome in my hot mouth. I sucked it in and caressed its tip with my own tongue. My hands touched his torso, caressing his nipples and his beautiful chest. I slowly slid my hands to unbuckle his belt as he pulled back to take my tongue into his mouth slowly sucking it. I slowly slid the zipper down and hooked my thumbs on the sides of both his trouser and his boxers pushing them down his thighs. He kicked them off quickly and turned back in anticipation.
