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.
As she talked her shoulder shrugged the shirt off and looked into the mirror, her breasts held in by the flimsy bra that had great strength in holding her tits in. She caressed her left breast, watching her nipple harden and pucker. The caller fell silent, unbelieving that he was so lucky. Her hand travelled to her cunt, pulling them to the side she slipped two fingers deep into her cunt. She was shocked at how soaked her cunt was. She turned around and scooched her ass into the counter. She dropped her shoulders, opened her legs and started fingering herself, the caller a voyeur of the most erotic type. He stammered, stroking his dick, coming quickly all over himself. His conversation stilted as he groaned, while Aisha realised that she needed to ditch the call and have herself an orgasm. Feigning fatigue she said goodbye from the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Again her phone rang and she swore as she stepped out of the shower answered. It was another ex co worker who told her to meet upon the rooftop bar in the hotel. She forgot her wet cunt momentarily and showered.
Geneva was hot, Aisha emerged from the shower, she through on the same pink bra and her favourite black thin cotton loose blouse, it drooped to show her cleavage and it kept her cool. Buzzing from the scotch and coke she put on her new acetate orange thong that just about covered her thin strip of hair above her pussy, a pair of faded jeans and she was out the door. Channel Coco dabbed on her cleavage and elbows. Once in the elevator she fixed and adjusted in the mirror and noticed her nipples sticking out, the wave of wetness, the scotch, the shower all kicked in at once and she saw her dark nipples harden and jut. She glided her hand over her jean enclosed pussy and promised herself to masturbate after the greet and meet ex co worker was over.
Aisha, strode out of the elevator and through the double doors. Her breasts shaking in the manner that instantly attracts all men. She headed to the bar, where seven guys of various ethnicities were present. Ordering another McCellan 18 year old with coke, she turned around and faced the view of Geneva, the white capped mountains slowly fading as the summer sun fell behind them. Her ex co worker was sitting across taking in the beauty of Aisha. She noticed him and had a look of shock. Hammad had become a health nut and had transformed his body into a sleek and muscular mould that was obvious under his t shirt and jeans. She crossed the area and hugged him. His eyes glanced down to her tits, she had forgotten that like all Paki men, they greeted tits first and then the woman. She pushed out a little so he got and eyeful of her dusky nipples.
