It had been a long week of traveling, and when Friday finally arrived, I was looking forward to getting home and spending some time with you. No specific plans for the weekend -- spend some time outside together maybe hiking or walking along the beach, going for a drive, having some good meals and maybe some good friends in between. And of course, some amazingly fun sex! A typical -- and also wonderful -- weekend.
I'd ended up taking an earlier flight back from my trip, and got home around 4 to find your car unexpectedly in the driveway. I knew you'd had plans to get together with a girlfriend for a drink earlier, but I didn't expect you to be home so soon. But I was really excited that you were, and I was excited to see you.
So I snuck in, intending to surprise you. You weren't downstairs in any of the usual places, not in the kitchen or TV room or your office or the backyard, so I quietly stepped up the stairs and approached our bedroom door.
Even in the hallway, I could hear the sound.
The sound of you, enjoying yourself. Not alone. With a woman.
I stopped. And smiled. And felt myself getting instantly aroused.
After listening for a few minutes, hearing your voices, hearing you kiss and then giggle quietly, and then talk softly, I could tell that you hadn't been there for long, that you were just getting started.
So without making a sound, I slid down the wall into a sitting position on the hall rug, and just waited. And just listened.
Listening to you -- laughing softly, and also moaning softly when, I assume, she kissed your neck -- listening to you enjoy yourself always turns me on, never fails to excite the fuck out of me. But listening to you with a woman was new and different, because up until recently you hadn't allowed yourself to explore, and yet I could hear your pleasure coming from a deeper place, from deep, deep within you. A place where, I could tell, you were deriving tremendous energy, and pleasure.
So I was completely content to listen as you continued to kiss, and then to hear her quietly ask, "Ok if we remove this?," taking the lead and guiding you, and to hear your muffled "yes" in response. Then quiet and more giggling as, I presumed, buttons were being unbuttoned, snaps were being unsnapped, clothing was removed.
I was also ridiculously hard by this point, and had to unbutton my pants and slide my hand inside to begin slowly stroking myself as I listened.
And then her again, asking, "Mind if I head down?" and you, in response this time, saying very clearly, "No, I don't, not at all" and then not 5 seconds later to hear you utter a deep moan. I smiled again to myself, knowing that she'd just started licking and sucking your nipples, knowing how much you were enjoying it, and knowing how much she was enjoying it, too.
"Oh fuck that feels good," I heard you say, and I knew in that moment what was happening with your body...your nipples were directly communicating the pleasure you were experiencing in your breasts down to your pussy, that the neurons in your body were sending messages of ecstasy between your legs, to prepare you for what was inevitable.
She -- her face, her lips, her tongue -- was headed there, and your world was about to get rocked in a way it hadn't for a very long time.
"Oh goddddddd," you said, to which I heard her between licks ask, "Yeah, baby? You like it when I do THIS?'
