The Perfect Wife [light] [femalefriendly]

He slid his key into the lock and stumbled into his apartment, grateful to be home finally. He dropped his bag by the door and made straight for the kitchen. His intentions were to get a drink like most people do, but he settled for running the faucet and splashing his face with the cold water. A small dark spot on his collar was growing as the water ran down his chin and seeped into the fabric. It felt good, though. He heard her come down the hall and into the kitchen; she was wearing her heels. He assumed she was on her way out to meet friends or the like. He didn’t mind this, he was too tired for much. He was about to turn around to kiss her goodbye and collapse on the couch when he felt her hands on his shoulders. She twisted him around and planted a soft kiss on his lips before his eyes were even open. As one arm was wrapped around his neck, the other ran her fingers through his air, her lips still softly kissing his. When he slowly opened his eyes he saw her standing before him, beautiful as ever. The first thing he saw was her wide smile and gorgeous eyes staring up at him. Her eyes were bright and blue, full of energy and excitement. As her lips spread to a sexy grin, his eyes wandered downward, drinking in her beauty. He could see her black bra, the one embroidered with lace, peeking out from behind an unbuttoned dress shirt, the garter belt lying a few inches below her naval, and the silk stockings he had bought her for their anniversary. They came up past her mid thighs, the tops of them being black lace woven with a few red threads. His eyes followed the sheer silk hugging her long and slender legs, past her knees, around her calves, and down to the black peep-toe stiletto pumps she was wearing. The passionate kiss which had just transpired had already begun to stir his excitement, but after seeing her like this, the front of his pants began to bulge. He was going to ask why she had decided to dress up, but thought better and began to kiss her back. His eagerness was evident as his mouth pushed against hers, tongue exploring. At first her mouth tightened, as she began to smile, but it soon opened again for him. As his tongue pressed against hers, he slid one hand under the loose shirt and around her waist to the small of her back. The other was placed on the side of her hip, fingers brushing against the tops of the lace bottoms she was wearing. His hand slowly slid back and around, resting on her exposed cheek. As they pressed themselves against each other, he lifted her around his waist, one arm under her bottom, the other between her shoulder blades. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms clasped around his neck. They walked slowly through the kitchen, knocking over a bowl of fruit, and kicking a chair out of the way. Back in the hallway now, they paused and he pressed her against the wall, still supporting her in his arms. Her hands frantically ripped at his buttons until she was sliding the shirt past his broad shoulders. After they made it a few more feet down the hall, he tore her shirt off as well, and proceeded to bury his face in her chest. He started at her neck and worked her way down, kissing and gently sucking. Her sighs guided him as he followed the curves of her chest, still stumbling down the hallway. They had lost themselves to each other completely by the time they reached the bedroom. He placed her on the foot of the bed and began to push her back until she pulled him down and spun around him. Her thighs now straddling his hips, she pulled down his pants and flung them across the room. As she leaned forward to kiss him again he reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. She let him slide the straps down her shoulders, following them with his kisses until she hung freely directly over him. From here he pulled her close and kissed her all over. His lips passionately but excitedly attached to her chest, following its curves pausing to gently suck on her tips. His hands helped to shape her flesh as he moved between the valley of her bosom. While he engrossed himself in her succulent breasts, her hand slid under his waistband and grasped him firmly. As his kisses moved back to the nape of her neck, she began to slowly stroke him grinning as she could feel his body tense. He eagerly pushed down his shorts, leaving him completely undressed and exposed to his lover. She was no longer on top of him, but resting on his side, with one leg draped over his. They were kissing each other again, her hand on his member, and his on her behind. Her kisses slowly separated from his lips and she worked her way down his neck, his chest, abdomen, and finally his pelvis. Her lips traced the v his hips formed, guiding her to his swollen shaft. At first she teased him, her tongue barely making any contact. Then her tongue began to linger and slide up and down, until she took all of him inside her soft mouth. She could feel him getting closer and closer to climax as his hips flexed and his back arched. He was within seconds of finishing when he pulled her back to his face. “Not so fast, now its your turn.” He flipped her onto her back and slid down her bottoms. He pulled them through one leg, but the other got caught on the heels she was still wearing. He didn’t care. He kissed her once more on the lips, another between her breasts, and one below her belly button before he began to pleasure her directly. He started slowly, tongue softly flicking at the top of her lips. His strokes began to apply more pressure and his tongue spread widely against her. As his tongue wandered lower, he slid it deeper inside of her, constantly gyrating against her. Her thighs began to press against his head as he urged him to go deeper and faster. Her legs were wound tightly around him, heels pressing against his back, just above his butt. He she put her hand on his head trying to get more pleasure…. Heeding her desires, he slid his finger inside. Her swollen opening pushed back against him as he went back and forth, rubbing against the edge of her lips. Slowly he pressed deeper and began to speed up, all while still kissing her between the thighs. She began to gasp for air, and he pressed on, giving her minutes of pure ecstatic pleasure. There was only so much he could do from there though.
He moved back up to kiss her neck softly and look in her eyes. Without ever moving his gaze, he pushed aside her leg and pressed himself against her. He came in at a steep angle, to ensure that he didn’t go in too quickly, and to give her continued pleasure. Slowly he eased himself into her and his hips began to pump back and forth. She tensed first at the slight pain, but more at the immense pleasure. His hips weren’t just pumping, but rolling and pressing and stimulating her in several places. For minutes he was dictating the rhythm they were both a part of. She was getting great pleasure but wanted more. So she threw him onto his back, straddled his hips, and began to ride. She used her hands to guide him into place and she began to gyrate her hips around his. At first there was no thrusting, just pressure and sensation. Then she slowly began to move up and down, urging him to join her. From here not only did he go deeper, but she could rub against more of him. Their hands both desperately grasped at each other’s bodies, but they were too distracted by the euphoria which was taking place between their hips. After only a few moments, which to them felt like hours, they reached a simultaneous climax so powerful it left them gasping for air. For minutes they barely moved, panting and reveling in the bliss they had just found. Once she climbed off him, they wrapped each other in their arms and kissed softly until they fell asleep. Although, it was only a few minutes before they awoke to do it all over again.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/23qunp/the_perfect_wife_light_femalefriendly