After getting home from several days hectic business travel, I finished checking my mail, both snail and electronic, checked a few websites etc. Then, thinking of my soon to be home husband whom I hadn’t seen in days, came up with a welcome home that both of us would enjoy. I shut the machine down, and went upstairs to shower.
I stripped off my travel clothes and then I took a long careful bath, making sure to clean myself all over, every nook and cranny enjoying the feeling of the warm water and soap as my hands caressed my body with the washcloth. I then got my razor and shaved. No, not my legs or underarms, years ago I had electrolysis on my legs and underarms. So I no longer need to shave them, I also had my bikini line done, however, there are certain areas they will not do, so I still have to shave them. When I stepped from the shower, dripping wet, my sex was bare and smooth. I had even shaved my rear. This is kind of tricky, but has a great effect on my partner when he (or she) sees it. You have to kind of squat down, with your buttocks apart and carefully run your razor around the anus, it feels kind of weird, and is a little bit of a turn on, but then I’m open to that kind of play and wanted to make sure I was ready.
After drying off I lotioned my body, careful not to miss anything from my toes to my head. Then, I did my hair, kind of pulling it back and gathering it behind my neck, mousseing it so it would stay where I put it. Then, my eyes.. Lightly shadowed, and lips, a hot pink then glossed to a nice shine. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself, yep, I’d do me. Thinking about what was going to happen when my honey got home, I had to fight the urge to start masturbating.
I went into the bedroom and opened my lingerie drawer. I slipped into an emerald green with black trim silk bra, one of my favorites, then selected the matching garter belt, a simple affair, not a lot of frill to it, just a small line of matching black lace around the top, but I think it’s very sexy as it is. I pulled a pair of black stockings out and rolled them up my legs one by one, reveling in the sensation of the nylon caressing my skin. I then drew the last piece on, the emerald green thong panty that highlights my buttocks and thighs. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew I had to do something soon.. Or I’d loose myself to self-eroticism. I stepped into a pair of matching pumps and pulled a three quarter length red silk robe from the closet (I know, Christmas colors, but it’s the softest sexiest robe I own and I was ready.. I just hoped my husband was!
I waited in a semi-darkened living room.. Having pulled his favorite X-rated DVD out and placed it in the machine, I watched as the people on the screen had all kinds of sex, I tried to concentrate on finding his favorite section so I could halt it there.. Once I found the scene I was looking for I paused it and shifted in my already wet panties, every minute stretching out for hours as I waited to hear.. That sound.. The garage door opening! I walked to the door and waited.. Barely able to contain myself, I was trembling with anticipation. The door motor sounded as it started to close.. I opened the inner door and posed in the doorway for my man. Arms up, hands flat against the doorjambs. Legs slightly bent, almost crossed, eyes half lidded.
The man stood there, his car door open, his breath caught in his throat.. Just the effect I wanted.
I stepped out of the door, letting the robe fall open to show my legs more and motioned for him to follow me. I heard the door slam as he came after me; with a grin I turned and took my husband into my arms, kissing him deeply on the lips. I was already short of breath, between kisses I spoke words of longing, of missing him, of needing to feel him against me, on me, under me.. In me. The heat of his body against mine made my nipples ache against the soft fabric that held them. My tongue swept over his, tasting his breath, inhaling deeply as he pulled me closer to him, squeezing me with a need that matched my own.
I pulled at his suit, practically ripping his shirt open. I could feel his erection through his pants, pushing into my belly. I needed to feel it, taste him more deeply. I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees, pulling his zipper down and grabbing at the jockey style undies he was wearing, I found the little pee opening and grabbing with both hand tore the white cotton as I opened it wider! His thick hard cock jumped out at me, bobbing inches from my face. I grabbed it and started stroking it toward my face, reaching out with my tongue and caressing it wetly as it bobbed in my hand. He spoke to me, holding my head in his hands.. I crammed the thick shaft between my lips sucking hungrily at it. Tasting the saltiness of a days perspirations, smelling the heady musk of his arousal. I started rocking my body, sucking him deeper, as deep as I could, the thick shaft filling my mouth, virtually choking me as his hips thrust forward. I loved it!
His hands reached down and pulled at my arms, lifting me to a standing position, in the same move I let the robe fall to the floor. Kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth (I know he could taste his cock, but he’s never been shy about that sort of thing.. God I Love This Man!) As I stumbled backwards into the kitchen I felt his hand close on one of my breasts, his fingers pinching down on my hard nipple drawing a moan from deep within my throat. I felt the head of his hard on pressing against my bare belly as I fell back against the counter top. With a jerk he yanked my bra up and exposed my small breasts to the air, and his hands. I pulled at his shirt, almost ripping it off his shoulders.
His mouth closed around my neck, working it’s way frantically to my breast.. As soon as he closed his mouth around my nipple I squealed with delight, I pulled at his hair feeling his cock press against the crotch of my panties. I needed him.. It was like a physical need, something I had to have to live. He felt it too.. With a quick jerk he had pulled aside the soft fabric defending my labia and drove his rigid love between my thighs. Rubbing the already sensitive flesh there, spreading my wetness across the shaft of his cock. I reached between us and pulled my panty farther out of the way, lifting one leg off the floor, my ass pressing against the counter, my balance partly maintained by my other hand holding onto his neck for dear life. He crouched and thrust upward, I cried out as I felt him splitting me open, the fabric of his pants rubbing against my thighs as he began driving his erection up and into me, my wet nether lips wrapping around the shaft, caressing it as we tried to maintain our balance.
