A/N: I hope you enjoy this story! This is my first attempt at this type of incest story. So, please leave comments, ask questions, and vote! Thanks!!!!!
Much love,
TrippyLuv
All sex between adults are over the age of 18.
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It's Friday, and I know he's in there. There hasn't been a Friday when he hasn't been in there waiting for me.
This is our role-play day.
We came up with the idea about sixteen-months ago, after I told my man I didn't feel sexy or confident anymore, even though we were having sex nearly every day. We talked about everything that could potentially help me regain what I thought I'd lost. Role-play came up and seemed to be the natural step for us once we talked about our individual fantasies and desires. It's taken time, but we have developed a few characters/scenarios we like to act out.
Role-playing is a freeing experience. It's the one day a week where we both get the kinky we're feeling out of our system. It's even helped our regular sex life.
My man has taken the reins and has helped me regain my confidence, and I feel sexier than I ever thought possible.
I look forward to our Fridays' together.
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There is soft, sexy jazz music playing in the background when I walk into my room basked in full light. He's sitting on the bay window bench seat with the curtains drawn.
From this angle, he has a full view of my room with minimal head movement on his part.
I move to the center and unwrap the towel from my body. My unblemished, creamy pale flesh glistens from the shower I had just taken. I slowly pat myself dry. Making a show of it, I bend over to dry my legs, letting him see the pink mound between my legs. His possessive, guttural growl is music to my ears. Pleased with his reaction I finish drying and discard the towel in the hamper.
I grab the almond coconut body butter from the top my dresser and sit at the foot of the bed so he can see my profile. Taking a small amount, I lift my right leg straight towards the ceiling and massage the butter in from heel to thigh and back up again. I do the same with my left and can hear the slow descent of his zipper. He loves seeing my lithe body move this way. All those years of taking gymnastics, segued me to the art of yoga to help keep my fit body the way he likes it. My arms and toned stomach are the next to receive the body butter treatment. His breathing becomes more audible as I move to my full 32C breasts and massage them until the tiny, pink sensitive nipples harden.
Not wasting another minute, I stand to put the body butter back on the dresser.
Opening the middle drawer, I look over the various role-play outfits I have accumulated in a year and a half. The choice of who we play is always mine alone to make. This is the only input I have during our role-play sessions, and I take complete advantage. Other than this one factor, I give total control up over to him.
I smile knowing who I want us to be. It's been a while since we've played these two, and I know he will get a kick out of it.
I forego the white lace shelf bra and crotchless panty set that goes with the outfit because I don't have the patience to wait for him to take them off me. I put on the black and white micro-mini plaid skirt that stops at the curve of my plump ass, and a short, cropped white button shirt that usually contain but now barely hold my breasts, when I tie the ends together. Next is the black and white plaid tie. Looking in the full-length mirror, I check my outfit to make sure it's perfect so far, and it is. I grab a pair of white thigh-high trim lace nylons. Facing him, I sit on the bed with my legs apart, and slide the nylons on one at a time, like I did with the body butter. Once they're both on, I lie back with my legs together in the air. I flex my toes and spread my legs. He growls possessively again, but this one draws out longer than the first. He moans quietly with a slight whimper when I spread my legs even further until they touch opposite ends of the bed.
I look down to see my arousal as my closely-shaved pussy glistens under the overhead light. I want to run my fingers through the light wetness, but I can't. I'm not allowed. The moment I walked into the room, role-play started, and it was no longer my pussy, but his. He says, 'you don't get to touch my pussy because all your orgasms are mine to give you when you've earned them.'
We lock eyes and smile at each other. He strokes his thick seven-inch cock slowly and gives the nod for me to keep going.
There are just a couple more things I need to do to make this outfit complete. I gracefully stand and bound across the room to the dresser mirror. My dark auburn hair is up in a messy bun, which I take down quickly by merely removing the clip. A wave of loose curls cascade around my shoulders in one fluid motion. I put my hair in two pigtails and braid them with little ribbons on the ends. There's no need for makeup. He says my natural beauty of hazel eyes and pale skin shouldn't hide behind artificial beauty like makeup, but I do however put on some wild cherry lip balm.
Satisfied with how I look, I walk over to the closet and grab a pair of black Mary Jane five-inch heels. He loves my five-foot-two height compared to his five-foot-eleven, but he says, 'there's something sexy about watching you walk towards me in them, baby.' I stand directly in front of him and slide my feet into the heels, but I turn and bend over to fasten the straps, giving him an even closer look at his wet pussy. I close my eyes feeling his warm, panting breaths against my skin and listen while he strokes his cock faster and harder.
I sway my ass back and forth to the slow tempo of the song playing. I sit back and give him a seductive lap dance, which earn me a couple loud exhales from him. He's rock hard gliding between the confines of my ass cheeks. I want so badly to drop character altogether and slide him inside me, but I don't. Needing to advance things more quickly, I dance to the middle of the room and beckon him to me. He stands to step out of his pants with his turgid member sticking straight out over his blue boxer briefs.
Even though I know exactly what's going to happen, I tremble in anticipation.
He stands in front of me in four strides. His eyes roam the length of my body, and he smiles appreciatively. Before I know it, his arms wrap tightly around my waist, and he lifts me into a massive hug. I laugh joyfully and close my eyes, smelling the light, clean scent of his cologne, and feeling his soft but muscular body against mine.
After he sets me down, his hands move the length of my back to the swell of my ass, and he tilts me back planting wet kisses and licks on my neck. Giggling, I grip the front of his shirt trying to push him away to no avail.
We straighten upright eventually with my arms locked around his neck and his hands gripping my waist. We always share this moment of silence. Even though we are both worked up, we stand together with his forehead resting on mine, and we breathe.
He kisses the tip of my nose and lips softly a few times. After one final deep kiss, he steps back, and his soothing voice fills the air. "You always give me the best hugs and kisses, baby."
