The following story is pure imagination. Unfortunately I was never married to the woman the story is about neither have ever met her. For those who did though this is an ode to their pleasurable life. As my dream unfolds I am 30 years old and married. My name is William (Billy) and married for the past three years to a wonderful person as it turn out to be as this story unfolds. Her name is Monica. This led to conception of our first child.
A lot of tension had built up between Monica and me. We were in something of a sexual slump and it had begun to effect the rest of our relationship.
We had been married for about three years and were still very much in love, but our lovemaking had become less enthusiastic, to say nothing of less frequent. I guess we had just exhausted our bag of tricks (sexually speaking) and had nothing new to offer each other. What we did have was good, but we had reached a plateau and we weren't advancing any further.
What we needed, I reasoned, was a change of scenery. We had both been working hard lately (I'm a construction foreman and Monica works in the personnel department of an insurance agency) and we needed a vacation.
The mid July was coming up, so we decided to spend the long weekend at a small cabin that my cousin owned in the Adirondack Mountains.
My cousin wasn't using the place that weekend so we would have the place all to ourselves. It was my hope that a cozy, secluded little cabin would be the perfect location for some world-class balling.
We drove up to the cabin after work that Friday. During the drive I found myself getting hard every now and then. I guess it was a combination of the high hopes I had for that weekend, and the way Monica looked sitting there in the passenger seat.
The temperature was in the nineties and my wife had dressed appropriately. She was wearing the shortest shorts known to man, and they showed off those long, sexy legs that seemed to go on forever. Her wavy black hair hung down over a luscious pair of shoulders left bare by a white tank top. She hadn't worn a bra, and the soft swell of her breasts was evident through the cotton fabric. Needless to say, it was difficult to keep my eyes on the road.
My cousin's directions to the camp were excellent and we arrived at about seven p.m. It was everything I had hoped for. The cabin stood overlooking a small lake and the place was surrounded by pine trees. With the exception of a few other cabins across the lake, there was no sign of civilization.
We spent the next hour or so unpacking, and it went quickly. When I went looking for Monica to tell her that we had everything unloaded, I found her in the bedroom. She had her back to me and had just finished making the bed. Like the cabin itself, the bed was rather small, but there was still plenty of room for two very horny people to express their love for one another.
I sneaked up behind her and ran my hand under her tank top, gently cupping her breasts. Their softness and warmth were coated with a film of sweat that excited me even further. I started to suck gently on her ear, enjoying the fresh clean scent of her hair, but she pulled away.
"I'm sorry, hon, but I'm really beat. I think I'm going to take a nap for a couple of hours."
She looked up at me with a genuinely apologetic look. I couldn't very well get angry. It had been a long drive. Frustrated, but totally resigned to the situation, I told Monica that I was going into town to pick up some groceries. It was near dark when I returned.
As I brought the groceries in, I heard Monica in the shower. Apparently she had finished her nap. My first thought was to join her, but then I thought of how many times we had shower together. We were going to try something different.
An idea hit me. Any woman who says she doesn't like getting flowers is probably a liar, and there were bunches of wild flowers growing around the cabin. I ran outside and gathered some, arranged them into an impromptu bouquet and put them in a vase next to the bed. Monica was sure to see them the second she entered the room.
I finished my task just as the shower stopped running. Within a couple of minutes, Monica came out of the bathroom and saw the vase of flowers on the night stand. She smiled, picked one up, and smelled it. She saw me standing in the doorway and came over to me. She wore only a pink towel, and a loving, horny smile.
"You're so sweet,"
she said, putting her arms around me.
"
I hope you're not mad about me putting you off before."
I answered her with a long, wet kiss. My hardon returned with a vengeance. Knowing that it would only take a quick yank of her towel to see my wife in all her naked splendor was almost enough to make me come in my shorts. I had to force myself to take my time.
I picked her up and gently laid her down on the bed. Slowly I opened the towel. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts, the taut smoothness of her stomach, the soft puff of her pubic mound, all combined to drive me mad with lust. I pulled a single daisy from the vase and tickled her nose with it. She smiled, enjoying the flower's softness and fragrance. l stroked the flower along her cheek, slowly.
The silky feel of the petals was having an effect on Monica. Her nipples that I so wanted to feel in my mouth were stiffening, and her breathing became quick and raspy. I traced her flesh with the flower, across the curve of her throat and over the swell of her right breast. I took a second flower from the vase, a purple one that I couldn't identify, and slowly ran it across her left breast. A moan escaped my wife's lips as I flicked flower petals across both nipples.
Next I took a handful of flowers, plucked the petals from them and began to sprinkle them across Monica's naked flesh.
"Oh God,"
she said, a dreamy look on her face.
Yellow, white, and purple petals gently rained down onto her. I made certain that some would land in her long black hair as well as her dark pubic triangle.
Monica watched as I undressed. There was a look of deep desire in her eyes. I let my shorts drop to the floor and I could almost swear that my cock gasped with relief as it sprang free.
"Give me your cock, Billy,"
she said.
"Give it to me and let me show you how much I love you."
I climbed onto the bed and Monica spread her legs for me. Her pussy was damp and flecked with the multi-colored petals.
I lay down on my stomach and gently sucked at the soft lips between her legs. With my nose buried in her womanhood, I could smell her musk and the sweetness of the flowers. The two scents combined to form a new aroma that was both unique and stimulating.
