My family was at a wedding, and we were winding down. All a little drunk, we'd had a fantastic evening in a strange town.
Selena, my wife, dragged her hand across the seams of my grey suit pants. A thin layer of fine woollen fabric separated her soft, gentle hand from my strong upper thigh.
The starched, pure white tablecloth hid the sins occurring underneath.
My parents, sister, and her husband were none the wiser as the easy back-and-forth conversations rolled in like the slowly encroaching tide, wave after wave of laughter slowly rolling us all into an easy state of relaxation.
Selena and I had started texting instructions to each other when we were out.
Earlier that night she'd sent me a message reading, "I want to touch you during dinner." She certainly had. I'd been teased into a full erection as she'd rubbed her hand all over my cock. During the speeches, she'd undone my zipper and stroked me under the table.
She had my fully engorged cock in her hand. Rolling her fingers over my thick, mushroom tip and running her index finger down each of the veins that are so pronounced as I get fully erect.
Then she'd messaged again. "Going to make up a headache excuse and wait for you to fuck me."
Now, we were sat here, in a separate restaurant, having a quiet, drunken dessert, and she'd started again.
Sure enough, she gave her goodnights and headed up. My brother-in-law and I stayed for a beer. He went to the casino while I headed upstairs, excited at the prospect.
Due to her 'headache,' she had one pillow under her head and one over her eyes.
I'd entered our room using the keycard she'd left me. The darkness gifted us the anonymity we yearned for.
Staying true to the game, I'd immediately commenced giving her the attention she so desperately needed.
I could feel that she was wearing a pair of silky panties as I reached for the covers and slid them to the far side of her.
Sliding my hands up her legs, I ran my fingers over her hips, up her stomach, over her washboard abs, and to the base of a soft bra that covered her gravity-defying cleavage.
A word was not muttered to my glorious wife as I slid her panties to one side and draped my finger over her sultry sweetness.
"Oh my god!" I thought to myself, "She's found time to shave!"
I couldn't help myself now; I leaned down and slid my tongue between her labia. Her smooth lips caressed mine. I wanted her to enjoy the payment I was trying to reconcile for her fun, thoughtful, and loving act.
I dropped my tongue as deep and as slowly as I could. She was moist when I'd started; she was wet now with my saliva helping her.
My tongue flicked up and over her emerging clit. I flicked and teased it, kissed and squeezed it.
I drove my tongue back deep into my wife as she writhed with pleasure, moaned, and groaned like the trunk filled with auditory treasure.
My hands wandered. Back at the bottom of her bra, I embraced her cleavage. Squeezing and caressing her ample breasts.
Wrapping a finger beneath each of her bra straps, I slid each of her defined shoulders down over her elbows.
I was free to now caress each of her firm, full breasts as I continued to pleasure her shaven pussy.
To me, they felt fuller than normal. Never one to complain, I enjoyed the sensation of eating my wife's bald pussy while I embraced her firm tits with my hands.
Her pleasure grew.
My tongue searched deeper.
Her back arched.
