My story is listed in the "Loving Wives" category, but I think it should be listed in a "Loving Husbands" one. These are, after all, my fantasies. Fantasies HE made come true, one starry night ...
My husband Kyle and I (some names have been changed, to protect the not so innocent) have been married for over ten years. We're high school sweethearts, you know. Some people think it's impossible to find "the one" when you're still a teenager. In fact, my mother strongly advised me to go out and "experience" other people before committing to my first love. She married her high school sweetheart too. She would have done well to heed her own advice. I, however, am glad I never did.
Kyle and I aren't perfect for each other. Hell, perfect is boring. We're not so alike as to be twins, and not so opposite as to be compliments. Oh no, it's better than that. We're best friends, you see. The wonderful thing about marrying your best friend is that no matter how much you change, the basis of your relationship never does. You can add to it, take things away from it, but in the end, you've got that initial respect that will never fade.
One of the best things about our relationship is that we do everything together and share our tasks and interests. When we found a leak in our bathroom and got five grand to remodel the master bathroom and bedroom, I didn't even consider telling him what I wanted and leaving him to do all the work. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly what you'd call handy.
After a long day of clearing everything out of the bedroom and into the den, I put the kids to bed and climbed in the shower. When I got out I wrapped my naked body in a towel and went into the den, surveying the tiny room that was made even tinier by our massive king size bed. A bed that was now covered in soft red rose petals.
I giggled as Kyle lay there, completely naked, a red rose stem between his teeth. He wasn't one for grand gestures, so I was pretty surprised. What surprised me the most, however, was the wide open blinds in front of the bed.
My husband held his hand out to me and my gaze alternated between the open window and his hooded lids.
"Come on, you've always said you wanted to make love in the moonlight."
This wasn't quite what I had in mind, but the thought of having sex with my husband in front of an open window did turn me on. Because the window in the den had a window seat, the elevated bed put it at the perfect height that an observer wouldn't miss a thing.
We live in a cul-de-sac and all of our neighbors are middle aged empty nesters or single. One woman in particular is always nosing around, trying to tempt Kyle with skimpy outfits and bikinis and asking for his help with her computer, which always seemed broken.
Kyle tells me stories of desperate housewives throwing themselves at him all the time while he's at work. No one ever believes me, but honestly, I'm flattered so many women find my husband attractive; because he's mine. I've never been concerned that he would cheat.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I dropped my towel and crooked a finger at him. Slowly, on his hands and knees, he crawled across the bed and nipped at my nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning in delight. He trailed kisses across my breasts and down my stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue around my belly button.
I closed my eyes as his fingers delved between my thighs, slipping against my wet, shaved pussy lips. His lips returned to my nipples, licking and teasing while his fingers tickled my clit until I was panting with need. Then, quite suddenly, he was gone.
I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling on the bed again. His straining cock was outlined by the moonlight streaming through the window. I climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of him, lifting my lips for a kiss as I grasped his shaft in my hand.
I love the feel of his tongue in my mouth, hot and silky, sliding against my own. He palmed a breast and we knelt there, just kissing, for a long moment. He was the first to break the kiss, his lips trailing down my jaw to nibble my neck and shoulder. When I tilted my head to give him better access, I saw something reflect the streetlights from a window across the street.
I knew the house. It was the nosey neighbor woman. I thought she must be using binoculars, which is what I saw as it caught the light. I moaned slightly as I whispered down to my husband.
"You know that lady who's always running around half naked when you come over to fix her computer?"
Kyle chuckled.
"You'll have to be more specific."
I repressed a laugh of my own.
"The one who lives across the street."
He nodded and lifted my DDD breasts in his hands so that he could suck on one, then the other.
"What about her?"
"She's watching us with binoculars."
Kyle paused. I could tell he wanted to look out the window and check for himself. I didn't give him much time to respond, though, as I scooted backwards on my hands and knees and took his cock in my mouth.
I heard him gasp as my lips wrapped around the head of his shaft. I loved the taste of his cock, especially the sweet and salty flavor of the pre-cum as it oozed onto my tongue. I imagined that this was what the woman wanted, to be sucking on my husband thick cock. I'd have to show her what she was missing.
I slid my mouth up and down his length, twirling my tongue along the ridges. I couldn't fit his fully erect shaft into my mouth, so I wrapped my fingers around the rest and began to slowly pump him, working the saliva beneath my palm. When he was slick and wet I rolled onto my back and began to rub him with both hands while my tongue tickled his ball sac.
Kyle reached down to play with my nipples as my breasts jiggled with each breath. I moaned into his ball sac, humming my pleasure as I continued to stroke and tongue him, sliding my mouth against his shaft then back down the base again.
