The sound of her electric razor came from upstairs. It didn’t tell me anything new, nothing I couldn’t have guessed. She was going out tonight; of course she made sure she looked and felt amazing. And this wasn’t the first time my wife had gone on a date. I had stopped counting after the fourth one, because it wasn’t exactly easing my apprehensions. But as the incessant buzzing bored into me, the reality of the situation forced itself on me again and before I could stop myself, my mind took the fact that she was grooming herself and ran with it.
I saw her in her light sundress, hat and sunglasses, laughing at something he said. His hand on the inside of her thigh moved higher with an audacity I envied. She leaned back coyly, masking her moan with a contented sigh. When his fingers touched her through her thin panties, their eyes locked. She licked her lips. He pulled the panties aside and traced her smooth skin with his thumb. She sucked in a breath that left as a moan when he entered her ever so slightly. She was wet already, of course. He pushed deeper into…
“What are you thinking?”
With a start I looked up to see her coming down the stairs. She was not wearing a dress, but loose linen pants and a sheer shirt, her bra just visible through the fabric.
I tried to give her an earnest smile, but could feel my sadness creep into it. She embraced me and I buried my face in her hair. Her scent was intoxicating.
Anxiety and arousal flooded my mind. I had to focus on keeping myself from crying, as my cock throbbed in my pants.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I love you.”
I squeezed her ass and pulled back a little to look at her. She looked amazing, my beautiful wife, and I loved that she dared to put herself out there, to explore her sexuality like that. Even if it meant that I had to face my own insecurities every so often.
“I know.” I kissed her, a gentle peck on her lips. “Go have fun.”
With a swish in her step, she went to the front door and left without looking back.
When she came back that night, I was asleep. I made a point of that, making sure her night out did not end with a needy husband who required comforting. The next morning my anxiety had gone, leaving only anticipation and arousal. We got up, drank coffee and ate breakfast, all at a leisurely pace. There was no mention of last night’s date, but we both knew what was coming. It was evident in the furtive glances and loaded silences, the small smiles and the creeping blushes.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said, her hand caressing my chest and shoulder in passing.
I touched my cheek to her hand, but said nothing. After she left, I finished my coffee and cleaned up the kitchen. All the while, my heart thudded in my throat and my cock strained against my boxers. As I was wrapping up, I heard the shower shut off. When the bedroom door opened and closed a few minutes later, I went to the bathroom myself. After a quick shower, I had recovered some of my poise. At least my erection had lost its painful edge. Putting on a pair of jeans, a button-up shirt and a touch of cologne, I focused on my breathing to keep myself from rushing towards the bedroom, towards her.
A curt knock on the door.
“Come in.”
She was lying on the bed, pillows propped up behind her, as if she just happened to be lounging in her sexiest lingerie, the barely-there lace hugging her figure like a dream. I waited in the doorway and drank her in; her long, pale legs, her thighs with the barely visible stretch marks, her soft, tender belly, the freckles on her shoulders, her hair still damp from the shower. I could feel myself getting hard again. She had a sly smile on her face, the same smile she always wore when she tried to look casual, which was every time we did this. I couldn’t help but grin.
“Did you have fun last night?” I asked, walking towards the end of the bed.
“Very much so. Do you want to hear about it?”
“Very much so.”
She opened her legs and my eyes were drawn to the outline of her pussy behind the dark lace. I kneeled on the bed and kissed her ankle. As I slowly worked my way up her leg, massaging her calves with both hands, she began her story.
“We met in the hotel bar, like last time. He greeted me with his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck. His scent was enough to turn me on. But I had just ordered a margarita, so he ordered the same and we were stuck there until we finished our drinks.”
I had kissed my way up her thigh at this point. My tongue grazed the edge of her panties, my hands kneading her ass. She let out a breathy sigh before continuing. I began again at her other ankle.
“There was no one else, other than the bartender, and she knew enough to leave us alone. I slipped my foot out of my shoe and placed it on his chair, between his legs, my toes just touching his groin. He had been talking about how he had missed me, but that shut him up. He looked me in the eye as he reached for his drink. I touched his cock the moment he tried to take a sip. He sputtered a little. It was cute. Massaging him with my toes, I reached for my own drink. We clinked our glasses and downed our drinks in a single go. It’d been too long to waste time on foreplay.”
When I reached her panties this time, her scent was heavy in my nose. I licked the dark spot of her juices seeping through the fabric and for a moment her story stopped as she sucked in a breath. She raised her hips and I pulled the panties down and off her legs. Her legs opened again, wider than before. Her pretty pussy was exposed and glistening, deliciously so. I only just managed to keep myself from going straight for her clit. Instead, I started kissing the soft, bare flesh surrounding it.
“Hmmm, very nice.” She put a hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. “As soon as we were inside the hotel room, I wanted to kiss him, but he pushed me back a little and simply said ‘Strip’. He sat on the bed as I let my pants fall to the floor, quickly followed by my shirt and bra. His eyes devoured every part of my naked skin. I could see his erection growing in his pants and, kneeling before him, I felt myself getting wet. Released from his boxers, his cock stood straight up. I stroked along the shaft and, oooh …”
With a long, flat tongue, I licked her from just above her asshole, all the way to her clit. She shuddered, but managed to continue.
“I licked along his shaft, playing with his balls, and he groaned. When I took him into my mouth, he pushed my head down, almost forcing himself down my throat. My pussy tingled as he choked me. Lie on your back.”
Planting a final kiss on her lips, I turned around. She towered above me, knees wide on either side of my head, my hands pinned underneath. She removed her bra and threw it aside. Her small breasts were topped with hard, dark nipples. It was a magnificent sight. With a lewd smile, she slowly lowered herself until she smothered me.
“When he released me from his spit covered cock, my pussy was drenched. His hand closed around my throat, not hard, but possessive. He pulled me up a little and kissed me, fondling a breast before tweaking the nipple. I moaned into his mouth. ‘Turn around’, he said. Now on hands and knees, I presented my ass to him, still eyeing his cock. ‘Head down’, he told me, undoing the buttons on his shirt.”
I kept my movements to a minimum, making sure my tongue lay flat against her. She slowly rode me like that, her hands on my head. My erection throbbed painfully in my pants.
“It felt like ages, the only sounds the rustling of fabric and the slowly diminishing thudding in my ears. When he finally touched me, just a light brushing over my panties, my whole body quivered. He pulled my panties down, left them stretched out between my thighs, and placed his cock between my cheeks. Everything was wet and slippery. He started rubbing against me and my nerves were — *oh, this feels so good!* — my nerves were set alight. I started grinding back into him. That got me two stinging blows on my ass, which only spurred me on.”
She began to speed up on top of me, and I started to move my tongue, to play with her lips. Moans interspersed her story.
“He entered me without warning. All the way to the hilt. *Ah!* Driving me into the carpet. Again and again. I screamed. I must have. *Yes, like that.* He kept pounding into me. I thought I was horny before. But at this point, I lost myself. Pushed back into him with every thrust. He slapped me again. *Oh, yes!* And suddenly, I was at the edge.”
She leaned forward, grabbed the headboard and pressed her pussy against my face. I opened my mouth and started making out with her clit.
“Don’t know how long he fucked me. Gripping my hips. I buried my face in the carpet. He groaned. And I screamed.”
Her legs closed on my head, blocking my ears and making it hard to breathe. I didn’t let up. Her orgasm swept through her, and then through me. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could hear her come. My cock felt as if it was about to rip my pants. Just as my breath started to become a problem, she shifted her weight back, freeing my nose. She looked at me, her mouth agape and a glint in her eye.
“That was delicious.”
I licked my lips as she got off of me.
“I definitely agree,” I said as she curled up beside me, one leg over mine.
She kissed me, her tongue seeming to seek out every drop of her own arousal, a hand wandering around my body before giving my erection a hard squeeze.
“After he came in my pussy, he fell back on the bed,” she continued and started to undo the buttons on my shirt.
“I rested my head on his leg, taking some time to catch my breath. But I couldn’t resist playing with his slick, flaccid cock. It didn’t take long before I tasted myself on him. His breath hitched as I licked him all around.”
She started kissing my chest, nipping at my nipples. A hand slid into my jeans, scratching into my pubic hair, sending small sparks up into my stomach.
“After a while, a good while, as I licked and gently sucked his dickhead into my mouth, I could feel him getting hard again.”
With practiced ease she unbuckled my belt, opened my trousers and freed my cock. Even the light, utilitarian touches made me groan. She smiled as she started to kiss her way down.
“As soon as he was halfway hard, I climbed on top of him. We took our time, everything tender and sensitive. He kneaded my breasts and I could feel him growing inside me. But in minutes, he flipped me over, pinned my hands above my head, and took me once more.”
She had been slowly stroking me, rubbing the copious amounts of precum all around my shaft. Now she started licking it in between sentences.
“It took him longer this time. Long enough for me to feel the pressure building again. I pulled my knees up to my chest, allowing his cock deep inside of me. When he pushed deep into me and stayed there, I pulled one of my hands free and squeezed it in between our bodies, rubbing myself as he was coming on top of me. I started to come before he was completely finished.”
I took hold of the sheets as she took me in her mouth. For a moment I was afraid I might come immediately, but she knew what she was doing. She knew me. I placed a hand on the back of her head, without pressure, barely guidance, as she slowly eased me deeper with each pass. When her nose touched my pubic hair, I shuddered with pleasure. She pulled back and came up to kiss me.
“After that, we cuddled, talked, showered, and left.”
She turned around, on hands and knees, presenting herself to me. I quickly ditched my clothes, my eyes glued to her pussy and ass. I licked her from her clit upwards, with increasing pressure. She moaned softly.
“Did he play with your ass?” My thumb rubbed circles around her asshole.
“No,” she said, “of course not.”
“Why not?”
“Because my ass is yours, love.”
At those words, like every time, I pushed a little way inside. She moaned louder. I reached for the lube on the nightstand, quickly lathering up my erection and rubbing the rest on her. I was about to burst, my breath coming almost as fast as the throbbing of my cock. But I didn’t care. I had to have her, now. When I placed the tip of my cock against her puckered rosebud, she pushed back into me, swallowing me. We moaned in unison. Her hand went to her pussy and she rubbed herself as I inched deeper.
By the time I was buried completely inside of her, I could feel my orgasm building. Her fingertips grazing my balls as she pleasured herself only added to that. Our groans and sighs filled the room. I started to pull back a little, but then she peaked, squeezing my cock and sending me straight over the edge. I thrust back into her, a cry escaping my lips as I came, again and again, deep in her ass.
Collapsing on top of her, we tumbled sideways and fell into spooning, her asshole still holding on to my cock. I wrapped her in a tight embrace.
“I love you,” I said.
She pushed back into me, taking hold of my arms.
“I had fun,” she said with a smile.
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