My day at work had been hell, and didn't end until nearly midnight. I arrived home, irritated and exhausted, to see a light still on in the living room. I figured that my wife had fallen asleep while watching the news, as she sometimes did.
When I opened the front door, the day's troubles and tribulations instantly vanished. Lying on the couch, naked as the day she was born, was my beautiful wife. She gave me a sly grin as I entered, her eyes filled with a certain hungry look, a look which had preceded a number of very enjoyable nights.
As she lay on her side, her chin resting on the small red pillow clutched to her chest, I admired her while the soft candlelight flickered over her heavenly body: her long, silky brown hair; brown doe-like eyes with their long, beautiful lashes; her full, sensual lips that I absolutely loved having pressed against mine; and the smooth curve of her neck (which she loved having kissed and nibbled). Behind the pillow lay the swell of her firm, luscious breasts. Though not as large as some women I had known, they were amazing none the less. She always enjoyed me taking them into my hands, and especially into my mouth… The feel of her sliding them back and forth along my cock was exquisite.
My gaze traveled down past her stomach, along her lovely hips, down her long, slender legs, then back up to the joining of her thighs where a certain, delectable part of her anatomy was nestled.
When my eyes had finally finshed their lengthy tour, she beckoned me closed, smiling at the already visible stirring in my pants. I did as she commanded and bent to her for a long, deep kiss. (Her ‘Welcome Home' kiss was definitely the highlight of most of my days, something I looked forward to and longed for.) Though each of us already wanted to ravage the other, our kiss remained simple. Passionate, but simple. The rest would come soon enough.
After our lips finally separated, she welcomed me home with a "I missed you today, my dear." With her voice, she could have made a fortune in the phone-sex business. It was full and rich, with a sensual, smoky, and mysterious edge to it. She could (and did) drive me wild with simply that voice.
"This is an unexpected, but very welcome surprise," I told her.
"I'm glad you approve. When you called and said you would be late, I figured you might like a little pick-me-up when you got home."
"Indeed," I replied as we kissed again. This time I slipped my tongue into her mouth, hers eagerly welcoming mine as they danced and intertwined with and around each other, back and forth between our mouths for several minutes.
Eventually I stood and helped her to her feet, then wrapped her glorious, naked body in my arms and held her to me while we shared another, more passionate kiss. I ran my fingers through her hair and then along the smooth, soft skin of her back, down to her cute, firm derriere, which I caressed lovingly before my hands made their way back up and repeated the journey.
Even through my shirt I could feel her hard nipples against my chest as her wandering hands made a journey much the same as mine, although her hands were much more firm and lustful on my backside. As she gripped my ass, she pulled me firmly against her so that she could feel my long, stiff cock against her warm, wanting pussy.
Soon she was pulling my shirt over my head. I helped her and then her hands began casually exploring my chest, stomach, and back. She loved to run her fingers through the patch of hair on my chest. (She had told me that she found hairless men sort of creepy.) I moved one hand from her cheek up to her firm, round breast. I massaged it slowly, feeling and exploring every inch, occasionally running my fingers over her erect nipple, then pinching it lightly, my wife moaning softly into my mouth as we continued to kiss.
After a few moments, I whispered into her ear, "I could use a shower… would you care to join me?"