While it was my sex goddess Charlene's inspiration, that led to my encounter with Pat and Shana a few years ago, Charlene was blissfully unaware of it. In order to prove that she is no less than Charlene, Shana had actually outdone Charlene, and experienced something that Charlene had only fantasized about.
I knew that one of these days I was going to have to tell her, but had not yet found the right opportunity. We are both in deep love with each other, have a very fulfilling sex life, and we know Pat and Shana well, so I know that she would very likely be fine with it. Under the circumstances, if she had known about it, she might even have encouraged it. Now you know part of the reason why I call her sex goddess. But I had a little apprehension too. How one reacts to a situation depends on the mood they are in, not just the situation.
Why hadn't I told her so far, then? I wanted to use the opportunity of telling her as a chance for further scaling our relationship forward. And the relationship was going just fine, so I had put this incident in reserve, hoping to pull it out some time.
Pat and Shana did not seem to be too eager to talk about it either. The incident in question had happened seven years ago, when I was on assignment in Asia, and had come to the US for a brief visit. Five years ago, we completed that assignment and moved back to California.
We often meet Pat and Shana socially, and are polite social friends. While we are not reserved in what we talk about, there is nothing beyond talk any more. The memory itself is pleasant, not just for me, but also for both Pat and Shana, particularly for Shana. Occasionally I spy a faint smile on Shana's face whenever the topic of sex comes up - which isn't very often, by the way.
It was after a movie we went to, together with Pat and Shana that my sex goddess Charlene got a little hint of these occasional smiles. Later in the evening, as I lay down in bed, waiting for her to take off her bra and panties and join me, I wondered if she'd bring it up. She unhooked the front, (yes, she always prefers front-hook bras, and I prefer her to wear those). She stuck her thumbs inside her panty and slide it down. Although I have seen this scene thousands of times, I still find her taking off her panties, the sexiest thing in the whole world. I never tire of looking at her as she does this. In spite of the fact that her panties are my favorite part of her wardrobe, the act of taking them off is just amazing. As the panties went down, she walked out of them, leaving them on the floor beside the bed.
Nestling up to me, she asked. Why was it that Shana and Pat were smiling when we were discussing the scene suggesting that the main character had two lovers. Not totally sure of her mood right now, I tried to get away from the topic. She could enjoy hearing about the incident, but I wasn't mentally prepared to tell her. And there was a small chance that she would pull away, and scoot to her side of the bed and go to sleep. Or worse, put on her panties and bra. Or even worse, go sleep in the guest bedroom. Frolicking around naked in bed is something we both enjoy. She did not press the issue either. That is my sex goddess.
But, I knew it had been gnawing at her. And, she knew the best time to ask me. A couple of days later, we were again naked in bed, spooning. I was turned over to one side, and she lay behind me, with full body contact. I could feel her firm breasts and her stomach on my back, and her legs on the back of my legs. I had also reached over, and was caressing the soft skin crease below her vagina - where the legs meet the torso. She brought up the topic again. I knew that there was no point in avoiding it.
I turned back, faced her and kissed her deeply. Then I told her that in the morning, when we woke up, she would have the answer - but only on one condition - that we hold back ourselves right now, go to sleep naked, and that I have the liberty of doing anything to her body, at any time of the night. We have played this game before. She protested, and tried to coax me more, but finally agreed. I knew I had an explosive night coming up, followed by an even more explosive morning. That too is my sex goddess.
One of my favorite fantasies is to make love to Charlene when she is sleeping. Unrealistic, as it is, this fantasy has never been realized. Taking liberties with her while she is asleep, comes a close second, and that is exactly what I did tonight. The only thing I have to be careful of, is that if I am gentle, she does not wake up, and I can continue my actives. Even the slightest roughness wakes her up - taking away part of my fantasy. And, if I wake her up once too many times, she asks me to back off a little, or she wakes up groggy the next morning. I didn't want either of these to happen today, so balance was the name of the game - just enough action for my pleasure, but not enough to disturb her sleep.
We got out of spoon, and faced each other, kissing each other good night. That is exactly how we fell asleep. At least she did. On nights like this, I don't want too much sleep. It would be a waste, wouldn't it - having a super sexy lady lying next to you, letting you do what you want, and you fall asleep. As soon as I realized that she had nodded off, I softly disengaged my lips from hers, and scooted back a little.
I surveyed the scene. My sex goddess was lying there contentedly. This was her quieter aspect - she earned the title of sex goddess, not by being what she is, as now, but by doing what she does. I have always held her in high esteem in all matters, including sex. Lying like this, she looked magnificent - somehow reminded me of the reclining Buddha in Bangkok, Thailand. An appropriate thought for a goddess. She also looked very vulnerable. She trusted me, and I would never do anything to take that trust away. Temptation, though, is very strong.
Her lips were still parted a little from our kissing, seemed to be ready for more. Her eyes are easily the sexiest part of her body - I never tire of looking at them, even if they are closed - like they were now. I lingered on her face for a little, and moved on. Her short neck, transitioned the body form the pillow to the rest of the bed. The slope was exquisite. Her ample breasts held their own against gravity. The left one touched the bed, while the right one, positioned directly above, proudly beckoned to me. "Yes, darling, I will get to you in a short while," I mentally told the right one.
The body shrunk below the breasts, showing a flat tummy, leading down to a soft bush - just growing from a few days ago, when we had shaved it completely. It was a little unruly with tiny little ringlets, but was sparse enough that I could see her entire pussy. Her nether lips were pressed tight against each other. I knew they would part too, before the morning came. From there, the body tapered through her thighs and on to her toes, showing off her shapely legs. The big toes had been sucked many times before, and would very likely be sucked again tonight. They just had to bide their time.
Very carefully, I kissed her one more time, got out of bed, and walked over to the other side, to admire her from the back. Amazing - after so many years of being together, I still adored her. Every time it was as if I was seeing her naked body for the first time in my life. Her hair draped over the pillow, making her look even sexier. The back clearly showed off her figure - it was exactly the form that I love. Her read end is well formed, and round. It is just the right size to frame her pussy from the front, and shows very well from the back. She does not wear tight clothes too often, but if she did, she would turn a lot of heads.
No rear penetration tonight, I said to myself; this is one activity that requires a lot of co-ordination and collaboration, and just can't be done without her actively participating. Her bent knees emphasized the crease at the back. Being licked here is something she enjoys a lot. She also enjoys me moving my fingers all along the back of the legs - from her derriere to her heel. Yes, we are going to do that tonight - but only a little, as too much would give her enough excitement to wake her up. Giving my goddess that kind of pleasure was to be done in the morning.
I lay down behind her, and ran my tonnage over her back, taking it all the way from the neck to the base of her spine. She stirred a little, "mmm" she said, and continued sleeping. Sometimes, she complains of the wetness due to my tongue tickling. Not wanting to wake her up, I immediately got in a spoon position, warming her back. I lay there for some time, and then reached over, and cupped her right breast in my hand. With the other hand, I reached for the silky fur covering her pussy. It is always a pleasure, just playing with the hair there. I try to straighten a curl, and it defies me, curling right back when my finger leaves it. After some attempts on one curl, I try another curl. As my fingers move around, they rub against the pussy lips, generating electricity for both of us - a lot more for me, and hopefully just enough for her to convert her dreams into pleasant one.
Wondering what my lovely goddess was dreaming of, and desiring to get into her dreams myself, I actually fell asleep.
When I awoke next, my hands were still in the same position. The left hand had slipped down, and now rested on her left breast. The right hand was entangled in a couple of little ringlets. Softly, I freed my left hand, and then released the right one. Before I had fallen asleep, my licking had been confined to her back - missing one very important area. I slid down, bringing myself even with her round rear. Her rosebud was safely hidden, and it took some soft prying of the surrounding area for it to reveal itself. Licking there, I could feel her stirring. I know she liked this, and did not want to do too much for the fear of waking her up. It is for the same fear that I decided to skip kissing and tickling the back or her knee, and running my fingers all long the back of her legs. That might wait until the morning, or some other time.
Getting out of bed, I moved back to the other side, and positioned myself in front of her. I feasted visually on her closed eyes, her cheeks and her lips. I got closer and touched her lips with mine. I could see that she felt them, but did not do anything. Very softly, I inserted my tongue inside her mouth, to enjoy her taste. Today was one of those times when she tastes very good. A few moments of that, and I let my tongue slip out.
I slid down, tasting her neck, and then continued sliding down to her breasts. The left one, which was the lower one, as she lay on her side, was my first goal. Before I knew it, the nipple was in my mouth. I swirled it around, very carefully. My hand went to her right breast, just cupping it, and transferring warmth to it. I continued licking and flicking with occasional bouts of very gentle biting. I don't know if I was too hard, or if the timing was right, I just heard her say "how sweet."
