My wife is abroad right now, as we speak she is across the oceans in a different land. My fantasy of sharing her has reached a peak. This morning while the grey leaden sky dropped rain on the heated land, I was stroking my dick and was lost in a fantasy of my wife having her wet cunt being taken in a slow early morning fuck. Her head thrown back in lust, her head covered with a pillow, hiding her sensual grimace as she squirts small streams of honey tasting cum with each stroke. So sexual is my wife that there are times after repeated orgasms that she gets to a level where each stoke of cock has her on a wave of little orgasms where she spurts out cum. These days that kind of bliss has been rare.
While I slowly caress my knob, pulling at the length, I see her succumbing to a glorious guilt free fuck. She deserves it, especially after my poor performance these days. I want her to know that she can enjoy this one on her own. In reality she doesn't do this, her fears are far greater than mine and we have grown comfortable with each other's bodies, new flesh scares her. She feels safe thinking about it and pulling her nipples, but she doesn't cross the line.
Her descent into lust started last night, after a hectic day of tax code negotiations she needed to unwind. The obligatory dinner with the other executives was over and she dragged herself into the room of her hotel. The bed beckoned, she poured a miniature into her glass and splashed some coke. She gunned the drink while stripping. Her shirt was unbuttoned when her iphone skype app rang, she started talking to a colleague who was stationed in Geneva, not knowing that the video had automatically switched on, she propped the phone on the bed and headed for the minibar. Depositing her pants, her shirt open to reveal her sheer bra, her nipples showing through, dark wide areola and nub like nipples poked through. She mixed the drink and listened to her co worker drone on. She lit a cigarette and took a long gulp, feeling light headed and horny. She slipped her hand into her panty, settling on her pussy lips, they started to part and moisten. Damn she was horny. The drone of her caller stopped and she mumbled agreement with his brain dead thoughts.
She dragged on the cigarette and walked across the room, unknown to her, The caller saw her walk into his field of vision, she strolled to the bathroom, sipping talking and smoking. At the bathroom counter her ass, encased in pink cotton was clearly visible to her caller. He gasped but continued to watch, not telling her that she looked like a perfect woman, her ass curve clearly visible.
