This is purely a work of fiction. A fantasy I only WISH was real...
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It's been a long and busy day. After an early start with the kids opening presents they had to clean up and get ready for the family dinner and another round of presents. Finally, all of the company is gone, the mess is cleaned up and they can relax for a bit alone.
They spent some time in front of the fire, waiting for it to burn down and then his wife headed to their room to get ready for bed while he checked on the kids. He walks in to the bedroom and is wondering why there is a chair sitting at the foot of the bed, when he hears his wife call from her closet, "are the kids asleep?"
He chuckles, "yeah, I think they were unconscious before their heads hit the pillows. They're exhausted."
She walks in to the room wearing her long fuzzy bathrobe and as she closes and locks the door replies, "good, because I have one last present for you." She glides up to him and lifts his shirt over his head. "I know I haven't paid much attention to you over the last several weeks. Why don't you finish getting undressed and make yourself comfortable in the chair? I have something to show you."
It's been at least a month since they've made love, and he's already getting hard. He finishes stripping and leans back in the soft chair, eagerly anticipating whatever she has in store. "It's okay, we've all been busy. I'm just glad everything went smoothly and we can finally relax."
She's turned her back to him and leaned over to pull a couple of pillows to the middle of the bed. "I know, but you've been very understanding and I wanted to give you something special." She stands up and he can tell that she is opening the belt to her robe. He expects her to be naked, but as she begins sliding the robe from her shoulders, he sees slim red straps. As the robe drops to the floor, he takes in the sight of her pale skin wrapped in a sheer, red lace teddy. He's stunned to see a rather large, heart shaped cutout perfectly framing her bottom. From how it leaves her shapely ass exposed and the way red silk straps disappear under each cheek between her thighs, he suspects the teddy is crotchless as well, but he's not at quite the right angle to tell for sure. Before he can lower his head to verify, she slowly turns to face him.
The front of the teddy is equally as sheer and lacy. And yes, it is definitely crotchless as he sees another, smaller cutout, this time framing her pale brown bush with the red silk straps once again disappearing between her thighs on either side. But his attention doesn't stay on her mound for long. Now that she is facing him, the top of the teddy is equally as eye opening. Instead of the bra cups that he expected to see, there is just more silky lace outlining her chest, leaving her full breasts completely exposed. A small groan escapes his lips. He has always loved her breasts. While maybe not as firm as they were in her youth, they are still perfectly shaped, the way they hang indicating their weight more than sag. And perfectly sized as well. Just large enough to fill his hands with enough to spare to allow him to knead them while also working over the large areolas and thick nipples with lips and tongue. Nipples that are already standing out proudly.
She sensuously drags the fingers of one hand up through her bush and then continues up her body with both hands until she is cupping her breasts. With a slight squeeze of her hands she whispers, "you like?"
Eyes practically hanging out of his head, it's all he can do to get out a "that's a trick question, right?"
He starts to stand but she quickly backs against the bed. "no, you have to stay in the chair for a bit. For now just watch. And whatever you do, don't touch yourself." As she leans back against the pillows, he realizes now that she has strategically placed them to keep herself propped up enough to give him a better view of her body as well as allow her to maintain eye contact without needing to hold her head up. Her legs are still mostly off the bed, her bottom situated near the edge. While they are still closed, her reclining position allows him to see enough to tell that she is already moist and engorged. Watching him intently, she spends a few minutes lightly running her fingertips over her breasts, occasionally circling and flicking the nipples. She loves her breasts as much as he does, being able to orgasm just from having them played with and sucked. A soft moan escapes her lips and she closes her eyes as she once again takes them fully in her hands and presses them together, thumb and forefinger of each hand closing on a nipple with a firm squeeze. She works her breasts and nipples for what seems like hours, breathing getting heavier all the time, when suddenly he realizes she is looking at him again. Without breaking eye contact, she releases her breasts and slowly slides her hands down her body. As they cross her stomach, she raises her legs, bending the knees. When her feet are even with the edge of the bed, she gracefully spreads her knees, sliding a hand down the inside of each thigh. As she slowly traces her fingers back the insides of her thighs to her center, he can see how turned on she is. Framed by the thin red silk straps and delicate wisps of pubic hair, her pussy is fully engorged, the inner lips protruding lewdly and a trail of juice already running down across the pucker of her asshole. When her fingers reach the crease where thigh meets groin, she traces them up the outer edges of her pussy. After a brief frolic through her bush, she again dips her hands between her legs. Now she slides a thumb along each side of her pussy, using them to spread herself open to his gaze. As she pulls the outer lips open, the inner lips part of their own accord, a delicate string of fluid connecting the edges. "See how wet I am for you? Would you like to watch me cum?"
He barely manages to croak out a "yes, please..."
For a moment, she uses her thumbs to massage herself, opening and closing her mound. She then begins to lightly run a finger up and down her slit, spreading the lips a bit more and circling her throbbing clit at the top with each pass. She watches him through hazed eyes. She's not sure what fires her more, his raging erection, leaking precum down the shaft or the look of raw desire in his eyes as he stares at her fingers working her own sex. Whichever it is, she almost abandons the plan and invites him to join her, but she holds sfirm and now starts to dip a finger inter her pussy. She slowly works the finger in and out of her hole until it is disappearing to the second knuckle. As a second finger joins the first, the fingers of her other hand begin to draw circles around her clit. He can barely breathe as he watches her fingers now pistoning in and out of her beautiful pussy, fingers glistening with her juice, a steady stream of it running down between her ass cheeks. He is not the only one whose arousal is heightened by the wet sound of her thrusting fingers and aroma of her freely flowing juice.
She can no longer maintain her concentration on him. As her orgasm draws near, her head lays back on the pillow, mouth open wide gasping for breath. She remains aware enough to remember that she wants him to be able to see her pussy clearly when she orgasms so she quickly draws the fingers from her depths, returning the hand to a breast where it squeezes firmly, smearing it with her wetness. The fingers that have been diddling her clit now slide back down between the inner lips. Spreading them as wide as she can with one hand, she grinds the heel of the hand against her clit, pushing her over the top. He looks on transfixed as his beautiful wife explodes in orgasm. Because she is holding herself open to his view, he clearly sees every spasm. He's never had such an unobstructed view of her orgasming pussy. He's fascinated as her pussy and ass holes pulse in unison, the deep contractions evident in the muscles of her abdomen as well. As the twitching of her intimate openings fades away, she relaxes and starts massaging her pussy and mound, spreading her juices over her entire groin and through her soft bush.
Finally able to open her eyes again, she is amazed that he seems to have not moved. A fresh spark of arousal lights as she lowers her gaze to his lap. He is as hard as she has ever seen him. Standing out at an angle from his lap, his erection twitches with a life of its own. The head glistens with precum, a long string of it hanging from the tip. "You poor thing. You're so hard you look like you're in pain." Her hands return between her thighs and with the fingers of both she spreads the inner lips wide, completely opening her pussy to him. "Why don't you come here and we'll see if we can find somewhere soft to put it?" He rises from the chair and steps between her splayed thighs. Taking his cock in his hand, he angles it down, sliding the head between her lewdly spread lips until it is nestled in her opening. They both sigh deeply as he presses forward and in one long, slow motion, buries himself in her. She withdrawals her hands from between them, allowing him to press their pubic bones tightly together, and holds his hips. "Just stay there for a moment and let me adjust." It's all he can do to hold still. His cock feels like it's buried in warm honey. At last she moves again, sliding her hands up his stomach and chest until she is cupping his cheeks. She raises his face until they lock eyes, "Fuck me. Hard."
