She had just arrived from overseas for nearly 2 months. She was even more lovely than I remembered her with her short brown hair and her almond shaped eyes and soft skin. I looked at her lovingly and felt my heart start racing with desire for the woman that I had been married to for the past 10 years. Being a writer, we had discussed what I wanted her to do special for me when she got back home. We had stayed up talking to each other nearly every other night discussing the typical things that married people talk about but the distance and the 12-hour time difference between the USA and Japan made things hotter somehow.
The way we communicated was different than a lot of married couples since we had to somehow work hard to understand each other but I liked taking the extra time to truly understand things with her and she really appreciated the time I would always take to make sure that her voice was heard and that I respected her. There was no way I would do the things I was about to do to her without a firm basis of love and respect. And now with her returning with our two children in tow; holding her I could only wait until they were asleep and I finally had time with my muse.
To me, she was a goddess or an elven princess. We always made love at least once a day and she had been gone for 9 weeks causing me to feel a little of my animalistic side when I saw her. She was glowing with beauty and femininity as I held her close and felt the familiar gentleness of her petite frame. The kiss on her soft lips was ambrosia and I was so ready to be a part of my love again that it hurt. I felt like a man dying of thirst in the middle of the Kalahari and she was a glass of ice water with rivulets of condensation flowing down the sides of the glass. The sexiest thing was feeling her heartrate increase as I crushed her into a hug. She had been too far away for far too long and now was the time.
The kids were sleeping soundly as I led her to my writing desk and she climbed underneath as I took my place in my chair with my pen in hand.I needed to document the feeling of sex with someone you love after missing them for this long. I needed to capture every last moment that she performed on me. She knew the rules well; I never cum in her mouth or outside of her body. My seed was only planted in her tight Asian pussy. These had been the rules since I met her. She was under the desk and I was ready for a nice blowjob.. I picked up my pen and was ready to get started writing.
"Go on baby; do it."
I said as I felt her fingers tugging at the zipper to my shorts. She unzipped it slowly at first then unbuttoned them and pulled them and my boxers down to the floor taking them and throwing them across the room.
I wrote slowly until she grabbed underneath my ass in the chair...squeezing hard as she tasted the underside of my shaft. I felt precum starting to leak out of me so I reached down, starting with the base of my cock...and squeezed all of my precum into my wife's waiting mouth. I never wasted a drop of my semen outside of her sexy little body. Her tongue was swirling around me as she kissed the underside of my cock. Every now and again she would stop and squeeze the shaft from base to tip for me just as I instructed her to. She knew how much it turned me on to feel myself releasing my seeds into her body.
"God baby; that feels so good" I said as I started massaging her scalp...I dropped the pen on the table.
"What do you want"? I asked her coyly as she went down on me all the way into her tiny mouth. I felt her uvula on the top of me as she gently gagged but obediently remained. I remained there for a moment as she bobbed her head up and down on me. Her brown hair had been cut short while she was gone and somehow the change in her appearance added to the intensity of the sexual encounter. Something about mixing different and familiar. Having the best of both worlds wrapped around your pleasure center. I was running my hand through her hair as I heard her forcefully gagging herself on me.
"Baby; show me your body; I need to see how hot you are." I said as I placed my hand gently on her cheek just to feel the suction she applied every time she forced herself back down on my gaijin dick. She was a work of art. I told her I wanted to do what we talked about while she was gone. Her eyes got wide as her jeans fell to the floor leaving her standing there in a pair of white cotton panties that were stained with desire at the heavenly place where her legs met. I stood up and beckoned her to sit on the chair. She did so obediently and spread her legs wide.
I massaged her pussy lips gently through the panties. I had to make the tension build for her as I gently stroked her through the thin wet cotton membrane covering her eternity. Feeling her like this was getting me on an adrenaline high. Her so spread and open...and her demure panties soaked with desire. The smell of her was driving me crazy. I knew she was ovulating and the thin sticky fluid that was leaking from her reminded me of egg whites. She loved it when I messed with her through her panties. I wouldn't take them off until she was soaked...I used my middle finger to press the panties into her wet pussy a little and took her clit between my thumb and forefinger through the panties...gently massaging her as I heard her gasp in anticipation. My knuckles were wet with her...I needed this... Her smell was intoxicating...I hadn't had an orgasm in many long days. She opened her mouth like she always did; it was her way of asking if she wanted her to go back down on me. I smiled and I got down on the floor between her legs and gently slid the panties off her perfect bottom (she was a physical therapist so her ass was incredibly well toned from working with patients all day every day.) and balled up the soaked panties and threw them across the room. I'm not sure why we always did this; but it was our thing. I guess it was our way of saying we couldn't have them back until both of our needs were sated.
The taste of my wife's pussy was a major aphrodisiac for me. I just traced my tongue up and down her gentle slit. I had seen two lives come through this opening and here I was licking up and down the slit knowing well that my true desire was to put a third life in her womb. We were making love with a purpose. Making love because we wanted to bring more of what we were into the world. Her beautiful eyes and her strong character. I don't know what she saw in me but I wasn't going to stop to ask as her slightly acidic fluid started flowing from her. It tasted almost alkaline...and it made me get even harder. I was dripping precum by this point, it was just pooling up on the tip of my dick. She had doe a really good job of bringing everything from the depths of my balls so it was ready to start its journey to her safe haven.
I was tasting my safe-haven...my sweet little angel. She was gasping...and I was careful to not touch her clit yet with my tongue. Sure, I had touched it through the panties but I didn't give her the electric shock that I knew she needed...
"Open it for me baby; show me where you want daddy's seed" I said to her. It had taken years for her to be comfortable doing this she had been so shy when we first made love almost 15 years ago. Seeing her now opening herself for me...holding herself open so I could give her all of the pleasure I was capable of. I thrust my tongue into her vagina curving it upwards so she could feel my tongue's subtle roughness on the top of her tight little love canal. She moved her hips towards me as I let her clean sweet juices flow like nectar into my mouth. I felt like I hadn't had anything to eat for weeks. When she was gone my soul always felt empty. Now I felt as if my own soul was full again as the two of us pleasured each other. I tasted her and thought of the wars that had been fought in the distant past.
I thought of the hate and the bloodshed and the emptiness and the horror and I tasted the sweet alkalinity of her sex. This war was truly over I thought to myself.
All the bad things that had happened nearly 80 years ago was going away. Our two children were products of the post-war love and I would do anything to protect and make sure my wife was successful. Eating her pussy wasn't just that act; it was me showing her my desire to please her as much as she wanted to please me. I moved my hand down to the spot between her vagina and rectum; gently massaging it with two soaked fingers as my tongue explored her familiar depths.
