My wife and I are married for about a decade now. We both ran into each other in college, we feel for each other, we dated for a few years and then we decided to marry each other. Now, about ten years later we are still a happily married, but childless couple. We still love each other. We still fuck each other. And meanwhile we are best friends too.
To keep our marriage up and running we established a few traditions over the years. One of them is date night. We go out at least twice each month to have dinner together. In the best restaurants in town. Always dressed to impress. No, no formal wear, just the best stuff we have in our closets.
We both, my wife and I, we love date night. It gives us time out of house to talk with each other. To show off each other. To spent time with each other while wearing something different then your average comfy stay at home clothes. But one especially good one, one especially hot date night will never leave my mind again. It probably will stay with me forever.
It all started as always back then. Back then when we both were around thirty one years young. I was in the bathroom first, got shaved, got dressed up, made my hair, then my wife went in. To put on some makeup, to make her hair, to get dressed to impress. It took her some time, I killed the waiting time in front of the TV.
When she was finally done, she caught my eye. She looked nothing but breath taking. I wanted to jump on her. I wanted to bend her over and stick my rock hard dick inside her pussy. But that was not how date night was going. I had to hold myself back. I had to suppress horny as good as I could. My wife, she knew me, she knew exactly what was going on with me. A huge smile appeared on her face: “By the looks of it I still have. But for now, the cab is waiting.”
She was right. My wife is nearly always right. So we went outside, boarded the cab and then we drove to the restaurant. One of the best places in town. Hard to get tables, I had to reserve two weeks in advance. But it was worth the effort.
The place had a very nice atmosphere. You just relaxed after entering. The tables had the perfect size. The chairs were comfy. Some not too loud ambient music was running. It was not too crowded, because it wasn’t stuffed with tables. Just an excellent place for a romantic dinner.
After sitting down my wife and I ordered a couple of drinks. Then, all of a sudden my damn fucking phone went of. It was against the rules of date night to look at it, but I wasn’t thinking for about a second. I already had it in my hand, and was doing something on the screen.
My wife looked at me in a more than just angry way. She had a look that can kill on her face. I knew that I had lost. I excused myself. I put the phone away and devoted all of my attention towards her. We had a great conversation up and running. Then the firs course was served. The food tasted awesome.
But my wife began to behave in a very strange way. She struggled to keep on listening to me. She was barely talking anymore. She lost focus. From time to time she forgot to close her mouth. Her hands began to hold on to the table. And as far as I remember, I might have heard some moaning escaping her throat. I was worried about her: “Darling, is everything okay with you?”
She nodded with her head. I could swear that her eyes were running in circles. She was barely able to get a word out: “Your phone, please.”
I told her that it was date night. That I wasn’t allowed to get my phone out unless it is an emergency.
Meanwhile my wife was biting into the back of her hand. All I could hear was a very quiet, more moaned than spoken “Please. Please turn it off.”
A huge smile appeared on my face. I took my time with taking out my phone. I was in no hurry. My wife was loosing it. One hand tried to crush the table, the other one was more or less in her mouth and she was biting onto it. I finally showed her mercy. I took out my phone, opened and app and turned back the intensity of the remote controlled vibrator that was stuck inside her pussy.
It took her a few deep breaths in and out to calm down again. She looked at me, angry. Or at least she tried to look at me in an angry way. She failed horrible. Her face just had an I got fucked, I want to get fucked even more expression on it.
We finished our dinner together. No, I wasn’t teasing her anymore. I gave her break. But she looked at me with very needy, very horny eyes all the time. She clearly wanted to jump on me. She clearly had to fight to hold herself back. I loved seeing her like that. It made me hard, it put a satisfied smile on my face.
After we were done with dinner, after I had paid the bill, my wife and I left the restaurant. She was hanging on my side. She was more than just touchy when we walked down the road outside. She asked me to go back home. But I said no. Then I took out my phone and turned the vibrator back one. Medium setting. My wife jumped in the air when it went on. She whispered a very passionate “I fucking hate you” into my ear.
After entering the bar, we placed our asses onto one of the corner tables. For what I was planning to do it was better to be in the darkest, most remote spot of the bar. Then the waitress showed up. We had some chit chat, she knew us, because we were regulars. She even asked us while we are sitting in that remote dark corner. I answered her that we had something to talk about. The waitress nodded with her head, took our orders and left. Then I smiled at my wife, took out my phone and turned the toy up to max.
A shiver went through her body. She wanted to call me names, but she stopped in the middle. As if something was distracting her. She also began holding onto the table again. And there was some saliva dripping out of her mouth. It was beautiful to watch.
A few minutes later, my wife still was enjoying herself, the drinks came. It took her some effort but she was able to thank the waitress for bringing her order. Luckily for me the waitress didn’t immediately leave. She kept on talking with my wife. My wife was fighting, I saw her struggle. So I lowered the intensity of the toy a little bit. Because I am a nice guy. And I wanted to keep her on the edge.
Talking with my wife had become an interesting thing to do. No matter what topic I tried to talk with her about, she turned it into a sexual one. She clearly needed something. So I decided to turn the toy back up again. Now she was close to loosing it. And I finally decided to show her some mercy: “Let’s head back home.”
A relieved smile appeared on her tortured face. She left a puddle of her juices back in the bar. Her dress was wet too. And some of her fucking juices were probably running down her legs while we left the bar. Because I left the toy on full speed. On maximum vibration. Se was running out of the bar.
I still was in no hurry. I said goodbye to all the people I knew. Some even asked me about my wife, and why she was behaving that strange. I shrugged my shoulders, I told them that I had no clue what was going on with her. And I also told them that I would find it out as soon as we were back home. They wished me all the best, then I finally left.
My wife was waiting outside. She meanwhile was jumping around. Desperately trying to compensate what was going on between her legs. Seeing her that way put a more than just devilish smile on my face. I went over to her, grabbed her ass and gave her a passionate kiss.
A few loud moans escaped her throat when my hands landed on her damn hot ass. She immediately put her hands around me. She kept on kissing. She begged me to fuck her right now. I said no. Let’s walk home first. Her answer was: “Can’t we take a cab?”
No, we didn’t took a cab. Both of us were wearing shoes you can walk in, so off we went. Because there is hardy anything more romantic than a walk through a dark, not really illuminated city. And it was date nigh. And I turned the toy down to the lowest setting. My wife thanked me for doing so.
We were holding hand all time now. We share a few gentle kisses now and then. We were talking a little bit. Mostly naughty talk. We enjoyed our walk. We were really touchy. Yes, there was a hard one between my legs nearly all the time now. And well, my wife, her juices were still running down her legs.
The closer we got to home, the higher I turned up the vibrator again. My wife called me names for doing so. But she was at my mercy. It was what we agreed on before we went on that adventure together. So she really liked what I was doing, and her cursing, her begging, it was all part of the game.
Then we finally arrived at home. My wife flew up the stairs and into our apartment. Meanwhile more than just horny me ran after her. And as soon as the entrance door was closed behind us clothes were flying through the air. We both were naked within a couple of seconds.
Then we looked at each other. We looked each other in the eyes. Passionate kissing set in. Our hands were all over each other. I pulled the still turned on vibrator out of her sensitive worked up pussy. Then I turned her around, bent her over and slid my dick inside her.
Doing so felt nothing but good. Moments later our moaning was filling the small entrance room of our apartment. Her greedy pussy swallowed my rock hard dick and wrapped herself around him. I just let go. I fucked her hard, fast and deep. I was stabbing her pussy with my dick. She ask me to go harder.
It didn’t took long and an orgasm was building up inside me. I only had had a few thrusts left inside me. Luckily my wife was close too. And incredible tension had built up. Then, just one more thrust. And boom, my aching, fully filled balls unloaded themselves inside my wife. She came with me.
Her legs were shaking, her whole body was trembling. She began to collapse the moment the tension left her body. I had to hold her, to prevent her from falling into something. But she had a deeply satisfied expression her face. She was elsewhere.
When she was herself again she looked at me. She smiled at me. She told me that it all was nothing but hot. I told her that I liked it too. We shared a few gentle kisses. Then we cleaned up the mess we made. Then, after a visit to the bathroom my wife and I went to bed. It got late. We did some cuddling, some spooning, then we fell asleep.
And it for sure wasn’t the last time we went on a teasing edging date together. It was too fucking hot for a one time only. Yes, I love my naughty wife. And she loves me. And well, we found other ways to turn up the kink even further.
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