Prelude.
Before the children, our sex life was frequent and horny. Athletic would be a good way to describe it. Anywhere, anytime, my cock and her pussy slipping and sliding and pounding. It would start with a look, and before we knew it there she was bent over the back of the sofa with her skirt hiked up and screaming in ecstasy.
Now, after an extended child-related abstinence, my wife and I have just gotten back into the saddle with our love life. It's different; though what we lost in frequency and ferocity has been made up for in sheer loving.
One.
So I got home from work early and instantly knew something was up.
Silence.
No children. No bomb site of toys scattered across the living room.
Hello?
I called, but received no reply save the tell-tale click of the lock behind me. I turned to see my wife standing there, her hand still on the latch.
My breath caught, for she wore nothing but a naughty and coquettish smile. Her heels together, her pubic hair trimmed, and her nipples standing to flushed attention; she had a gorgeous hourglass figure, and I could tell that she'd been busy this afternoon preening preparing and pampering herself for this moment. Suddenly I remembered the wild sexy times we'd had in the past.
She jutted her chin at me with a grin and swanked past, catching my hand and leading me to the living room. I shed what attire I could on the way so was topless by the time she pushed me back onto the sofa.
She rubbed her hands up and down my chest, fingernails faintly tracing her lust down to my pants. She unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rapidly stiffening cock, rubbed it a couple of times and then swallowed it whole, drawing back slowly leaving the glistening sheen of her saliva along it's length. She then lovingly nibbled and kissed the head as she untied my shoes and removed my socks. I lifted my hips, gently so as not to disturb the spell of the moment, and without breaking suction she had me completely naked.
I felt her breasts softly rubbing on my thighs as she devoted more ferocious attention to my cock, sucking it greedily, and tried to hold on as those beautiful lips and tits caressed me. I put my hands to her shoulders and said something like
Honey, I'm gonna cum
but she just grabbed my wrists and held them back firmly to my sides. She looked up at me and spoke into my dick like it was a microphone;
You're gonna cum Hubby, 'cos this is Round One, and I really need you to stay hard longer for the next one...
She rubbed and she sucked and she fondled my balls and pressed a finger to my ass and at the vinegar stroke she released my cock with a smacking pop and collected my jizz all over her ample tits.
She stood slowly, smiling impossibly demure for what she had just done, and sashayed all ass-wiggly to the kitchen. She returned immediately with a gin & tonic for me and a towel for herself, and a paper bag. She let me take a sip of the G&T before she offered the bag to me.
Your birthday present, honey.
Two.
I couldn't take my eyes off her at first. She had worked hard to keep her figure toned, and now as she cleaned herself of my cum and her moist drippings I was transfixed by her stately body; taught and smooth in the fading light.
She caught my stare – the mischief cavorted across her face once again, and she turned her back to me; an arched brow challenging me over her left shoulder. I couldn't see her hands, but I could tell she had started rubbing her tits. Then her expression changed – a faint glazing of the eyes and a shallow intake of breath – and I knew she had just started on her nipples.
It was torture, watching my wife play with herself but unable to sate my voyeuristic lust by watching the action. She saw my distress and smiled. She stood just far enough away that I couldn't reach her. Something unspoken in her silence told me I wasn't to move from where I sat. I tried to peek around the side but she subtly turned away. My cock was swelling rapidly from it's brief rest, and as I settled my resignation back into the sofa she glowed with a sheer and commanding sexual triumph.
Once she saw that I had become little more than putty in her hands, she slowly rubbed her hands down her body; over her breasts, down the tautness of her stomach. I heard the faint scratching of her fingernails as they combed through her neatly trimmed pussy, and felt more than heard a sharp intake of breath as she flicked across her clit. Yet she continued to smooth her palms down the front of her silky legs. I watched her long skinny fingers wrap themselves around her ankles, and as my vision traced itself inexorably upwards to the place where I most wanted to be. She waited patiently in that position, breathing softly, as she knew the path that my eyes were travelling.
It was at that moment that I saw the jewelled head of a butt-plug cocked jauntily from her ass.
Holey fuck!
