Stockholm
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Saturday
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Adam Benson was sitting on his bed, watching as his wife, Emma, pulled her long chestnut hair up into a bun.
He smiled as he admired the way the classic little black dress clung to her body, highlighting her beautiful breasts, flat stomach and curvaceous hips. The nylon stockings and black high heels added just the right touch of naughtiness.
"God, I'm a lucky man." He thought to himself.
"Adam...?" Emma asked, using a hand to indicate that she wanted him to help her with her necklace.
He got up and stood behind her, close enough that when he inhaled he caught the subtle trace of her perfume. He fixed the clasp and then trailed his palm over her pale shoulder and down her arm.
"You know, we don't have to go out tonight..." He whispered suggestively in her ear as he slipped his arm around her waist.
Emma, looking in the full length mirror, saw her husband's raised eyebrow, the twinkle in his warm brown eyes and the adorable crooked smile. She was tempted to take a step back, to make his body press against hers, to sink deeper into his embrace but she paused.
" We promised Mia that we'd be there..." She protested.
"Your sister will understand...." Adam said lightly before bending down to plant sweet kisses on the nape of her neck. "How often do we have the house all to ourselves...?"
Emma sighed. Her protest had been half-hearted at best anyway. Tim, their 7 year old son, was staying over at a friend's house and she had been looking forward to a night alone with her husband then her sister had wrangled that promise out of her.
"I guess we could be a little late...." She said with a naughty chuckle as her husband gently unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.
Looking at their reflection she could see that Adam was doing the same, enjoying the image of his wife in only her lingerie. He stepped closer behind her and she could feel the semi-hardness her near nakedness had inspired.
He planted his chin on her shoulder as both of his arms wrapped around her, one hand moving to caress her soft belly. His arms were big and strong and with his shirtsleeves rolled up Emma could admire the manly hairiness of his forearms in contrast to her own pale skin.
In the mirror their eyes locked and she could read the question in his. Using the mirror like this was a little bit unusual for them. He wanted to know if she was comfortable and happy with what they were about to do. In all of their ten years together her contentment and satisfaction had been at the forefront of his concerns.
Emma smiled and reached up to play her fingers through his black scruffy hair.
Adam's hands were moving freely over her skin now, Emma watching them as they stroked her hips, her upper thighs.
"Mmmmm..." She groaned as Adam lightly nibbled on her earlobe.
He cupped her breasts, gliding his thumbs over lacy fabric, his wedding ring glowing in the sunset light that was streaming in through the window. Adam grinned as her nipples responded to the touch, visible now through the material of her bra.
As if reading her mind he stopped caressing her and started to undo the clasp at the back, Emma seizing the opportunity to wiggle her behind against the now full blown erection tenting her husband's pants.
In no time at all her breasts were bared . At times Emma had wished that she had bigger breasts. Adam had always been quick to tell her that they were perfect just the way they were and that he loved her beautiful handfuls. Now his hands were on them, his eyes closed, as he played with and fondled them. His breathing got heavier, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself.
Emma knew it wouldn't be long before he'd want to release his cock and slip inside of her. Emma, herself, was so wet and ready for him that she couldn't help but sneak a hand down her panties to pleasure herself a little.
A small gesture of the trust between them.
Adam paused to admire the sight of his wife masturbating herself, her full lips parted and her face a little flushed.
"My God, you're beautiful..." He whispered into her ear.
Adam's hand slid over the top of hers and then both of their fingers dancing over her sensitive pussy lips, using the motion to move her butt over Adam's groin.
"I want you to...." Emma started to say.
Adam smiled. Some demureness in his wife prevented from ever explicitly saying what she wanted. It didn't matter, he always understood.
Leaving his wife to continue to discretely masturbate on her own, Adam pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. As he pulled the waistband of his boxers down over his throbbing 8 inches he wondered if tonight was the night their second child was conceived.
They'd been casually trying for another baby for about a month now and Adam, for his part wanted nothing on Earth as much as to father another child with the woman he loved. She wasn't just his wife, but best friend as well.
Perhaps this one would be a daughter.
He stepped up behind and used a hand to guide his cock to her glistening pussy. It's purple head entered easily and with a gentle thrust her moist hole swallowed the rest.
Emma tingled as she watched the way her body reacted as Adam began to make love to her. The quiver on her lips matching each push of his hips, the way her eyelids half closed as she experienced each sensation. Watching herself have sex was novel for her and very arousing. She expected to cum very quickly tonight.
Emma bent forward, gripping on the mirror's frame and now she could see Adam too. He was watching their reflection too, the desire and the passion evident in his eyes, so too his excitement as her breasts swung with each penetration.
She could see his broad shoulders and muscular chest, the thick crop of dark hair that covered his pecs and ran down over his stomach. A shiver ran through her. She was so attracted to this man even after all this time.
She was so close now, what with her husband's cock filling her and her own fingers on her clit.
"Ummmmm..." She moaned, biting her lower lip, wondering how she would look as Adam brought her to climax.
"AHHHH..."
She'd never get to see. Involuntarily as the wave broke, her eyes closed and remained that way until the crescendo of pleasure ebbed away. She was briefly disappointed then wondered if Adam would be open to the idea of bringing a video camera in the bedroom.
She'd have never of had the thought if her husband wasn't the man he was, thoughtful, attentive. She could open up to him, tell him anything...it would be a secret for them to share.
" What...do I...look like...when I...?" She stammered in between deep gulps for air.
"I love watching you cum....ah....you...look so blissful...." Adam said. " I like feeling you cum...."
His thrusts had become lazy as he spoke but they now began in earnest . He reached out to support himself on a low roof beam, Emma enjoying the sight of his thick biceps and the masculine shadow of his armpit.
From the sharp intakes of his breath and the look upon his face she knew he'd cum soon. She began to bounce a little on the balls of her feet, making her butt checks press against his abdomen with each thrust.
"Ohhhhh..." Adam exhaled as the irresistible feeling of ecstasy began to swell in the base of his cock and his balls to unleash his cum. With a quick tug on her hips to pull himself all the way inside he came, a blazing intensity that almost made his head swim.
They stayed like that for a few moments, each safe in the embrace, his softening cock still inside her and then they remembered the party they had to get to. Both wondered if the other guests would be able to tell why they'd been delayed from the post-coital glow on their faces.
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Sunday
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"Want me to get in there with you?" Adam asked as he watched his wife in the shower. " I could wash your back..."
Emma looked over at her husband who was resting against the sink, wearing nothing but a puppy dog expression.
"Myra Blakely will be bringing Tim back soon, in time for church." She told him, mock sternly.
Adam sighed with false resignation.
"Can I at least watch?"
Again Emma laughed and, turning round, began to soap up her ass.
