The night was magical. She had been impatiently for this night for far too long. Thinking about his return from his business trip was enough to get her moist. She was waiting in their bedroom, tracing slow circles around her clit through wet lingerie—anticipating his manhood entering into her again and again and again. She licked her finger clean of her juices. She massaged her breast through the black laces of her bra. She forced herself to stop. It was all she could do from not finger fucking herself raw again. He was coming home in a few minutes.
She heard the car pull up the drive way.
She went downstairs to greet him. She threw on her red silk robe. He loved the way she teased him. She waited at the bottom of the stairs and called out to him. He looked tired, yet his tongue told a different story. He cupped her face in his strong hands and his tongue danced in her mouth. He tasted like whisky and cigarettes. It was funny. He never smoked. She loved the new taste and let his tongue explore her mouth.