Despite the Bank Holiday the week had really seemed to drag by. S had called on Tuesday morning on my way in to the office, and again the following morning. We arranged to meet on Friday after work.
It had been a horrible day and I was late finishing so didn’t have too much time to change and freshen-up before I left. Traffic was awful as well and I had to call to say my taxi was caught in traffic and I’d be late.
He was waiting at our usual restaurant, calming and comforting as I sat down at the table apologising for my late arrival. I gratefully sipped on the wine he poured me, kicked my shoes off under the table and just leant back in the chair as he ordered for the both of us. He surprised me by wishing me a “happy anniversary” and handed me a little box . . . he’s always coming up with some significant milestone in our relationship . . . and told me that next week would be the anniversary of the first time we actually met each other at our childrens school all those years ago. I had to giggle my thanks and apologies for not remembering and opened the box to find a lovely necklace. He knows I love earrings and necklaces and always manages to choose something nice and tasteful and something I actually like and know I will wear. I leant across to kiss him my thanks and told him I was already beginning to feel much better after such a horrible day.
In between our mouthfuls of pasta we laughed and reminisced about how the children had grown and changed over all those years. It was going to be the start of yet another school year in the next two weeks, and for two of our children, the start of a completely new academic journey. It was wonderfully relaxing just to be able to talk about our lives and families like this and I quickly forgot all about my bad day at the office and the frustration of sitting in the back of a cab stuck in traffic. As usual S was driving, so it fell to me to finish the bottle of wine . . . which, of course, I managed with ease !! He told me he had another bottle for me in the car for us to take to the hotel, so I said “well you’ll have to let me have a bath then, I really feel like lounging and soaking actually”.
The hotel is only a short drive and I was soon lying back enjoying unwinding some more, and having S feed me sips of his “anniversary wine”. He’d undressed and wrapped himself in a towel and sat on the end of the bath as we chatted about his work (I told him I didn’t want to talk about mine!!!). I said “I’d like to put my necklace on please” . . . and as he returned to the bath and leant forward to fix the clasp around my neck, I slipped his towel off. He was “wobbling” rather than “standing” and complained that he couldn’t sit on the bath without a towel so I told him “well I’ve finished washing all my bits why don’t you get in with me”. The bath was clearly not meant to fit two, but I sat up with my knees almost up to my chin and he was able to stretch his legs out either side of me . . . allowing me to easily play at soaping and lathering his tummy, and . . .
We continued soaping each other and giggling and awkwardly leaning forward to transfer sips of wine between each other. He said “I’m driving remember” and I playfully responded by spurting another sip into his mouth and then pushing and swirling my tongue around inside him, before pulling away and saying “I’ll sober you up, and anyway I can’t possibly finish all this on my own”. He replied “I know you, and I know you can!”. We towelled each other dry and I picked-up the wine and led him over to the bed. I lay back and handed him the glass and instructed “more please waiter”.
He was obviously enjoying how playful I was feeling and was soon kneeling over me, leaning forward and feeding me more little spurts. He then bent down a little and released little dribbles over each of my nibbles. I was already feeling naughty but the sudden tingles really surged all the way through me and I pulled his face down onto my breast so forcefully that more wine splashed from the tumbler onto my tummy and onto the bed beside us. We were both laughing and wrestling each other away and then back onto the damp spot . . . and I was enjoying telling him “you’ve got to lick it all off me now!”
And I really, really was enjoying it . . . first as his tongue flicked and sucked around my nipples, and then as he slid (with me gently pushing his head) down over my tummy and onto my lips. I opened my legs as wide as I could and was gurgling encouragement as his mouth was kissing and licking and sucking all over my lips and then my clit . . . “Aarrgh yes!”.
Then I felt his fingers following his tongue and then sliding in . . . I was twisting and bucking my hips and telling him “more, more of those”. He was kneeling beside me now and his hand sliding in and out was almost lifting me up and down off the bed. I could hear my groans and knew I was close to coming already. S stepped off the bed and turned me over onto my knees. I pulled myself forward onto the pillows, biting into them to muffle my moans as I felt the gel dribbling onto me. His finger was sliding and pushing and I had to move my knees apart as I felt his thumb gripping forward between my lips. The feeling was so intense I had to lift my face away from the pillow to urge him “gently”.
Looking back under my tummy, between my legs, I could see his willy glistening from the gel as he squirted it and then dropped the bottle to rub it over himself. His grip was still rocking me back and forth . . . I bit back into the pillow as I felt his hand pulling away . . . and then feeling his hardness sliding over my cheeks. My muffled gasping as he pushed was obviously making him concerned as I felt him pause, and then heard him ask if I was ok. I tried nodding my head and reaching my hand round to hold his for a moment . . . he started rocking me gently back and forwards again, shaking his hand free of mine to hold me on each hip. We continued pushing and rocking with each other in rhythm and I began to hear his gasps and moans matching mine. My new necklace had a slightly heavier pendant attachment in the middle and I could feel it slapping against my neck and chin. The gasps started becoming louder and the stroking faster . . . he was leaning forwards more over me now and then slid one hand round down over my tummy to my lips. Just a few strokes more and I felt him arching and pumping and shaking. I slid my own hand down over his, clamping it against my pussy and urging him not to stop. I knew from his gasps and groans as he flopped his chin onto my shoulder that he’d come and then as we both fell forward from his weight and I felt him pulling out and sliding down onto his stomach next to me, I exploded as well. I was shuddering and shaking with my convulsions as he cradled his arms around me, turning more onto his side as I rolled as well and he cuddled my back into his chest. It was shattering, and I could hear us both breathing heavily in time with the same sort of rhythm with which we’d been rocking together a few minutes before.
We slept for what turned out to be almost two hours. In the rush from the office I’d forgotten to set the reminder on my phone, and the long week . . . and our exertions . . . and the wine!!! . . . had all obviously conspired to knock me out. I returned from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and shook him awake. I was actually more concerned about the lateness of the hour for him, rather than for my own sake. He just sat up a little to then pull me down beside him again, kissing and squeezing me and then sliding down my chest to start kissing at my boobs again. I was trying to lift him away asking him how he was going to explain getting home so late. Normally, although he might tease and feign reluctance to get up and get dressed, this time he was being quite persistent and just kept wanting to nibble at me more. I tried saying we just had to go and that I wasn’t in the mood, but he was insistent and replied “but I am”. I could feel what he meant as he slid himself back up to kiss my neck and I felt his willy rubbing against me. I looked down to see him completely hard again and then back to see him grinning and “making those eyes” at me as he leant forward to kiss . . . and plead “for more”.
I giggled and pushed him down onto his back and then leant forward over him, saying “just for a little while then” as I kissed him on his tummy and then licked around his belly button and then down towards his willy. He groaned quite loudly as I reached down to hold it and then lick upwards . . . and then slide my mouth down over him. I had thought it only would be “just for a little while” but he was reaching round to my waist and wanting to pull me over on top of him. He was saying “I want to lick you too” . . . I resisted at first telling him that he knew I didn’t enjoy that position because I couldn’t concentrate on “doing two things at once.” But he kept insisting and telling me how much he wanted it. I turned more towards his feet and lifted my leg up over his shoulder . . . sitting down backwards over his face. I could feel his tongue sliding up over my lips again.
It really is difficult for me to enjoy doing the two things at once like this. I lifted my mouth up away from him, I was grasping him tightly at the base of his willy squashing down on his sacs so that they looked like two almost perfectly formed little balls. I know he doesn’t like me sucking them but I muzzled forward just to engulf one into my mouth and plop it back out again as I pulled away . . . just to remind him that I could be as naughty as he could. I felt him wince and arch his hips up off the bed . . . and in perfect time I leant forward to suck my lips straight over his willy again as it speared towards me. I was sliding my mouth up and down, sometimes pausing at the tip . . . and then plunging down on him again . . . sometimes lifting away to just circle around the head with my tongue, before plunging forwards again. I could still feel his tongue though . . . he was licking and gasping furiously behind me now . . . and I lifted my face away from him to look back round over my shoulder for a moment. I couldn’t see his eyes but I was suddenly thinking that he surely must have been tasting a mixture of gel and his own sperm. I wasn’t sure whether I was finding that thought arousing, or not arousing, but from the thrusting motions of his face, and his hips, he was clearly finding it arousing.
I turned back to his willy . . . grasping him with both hands . . . and started to lick around his head again. I felt him pull his face away from behind me and heard him moaning with quiet little gasps. I lifted my mouth away from him just in time, as first a little dribble, and then a little gush of white erupted and then ran down over my fingers as I continued stroking him up and down. I directed it onto his stomach as he shuddered and shook for a few seconds more, before I felt him relaxing and laying his head backwards onto the bed. I climbed off and then lay down alongside him, rubbing the wetness up over his chest and massaging it into him. He wanted to get up and wipe it up with the towel, but I told him really needed to quickly shower otherwise he’d be going home smelling “all slippery”. He protested that “she’d be fast asleep and wouldn’t even notice”, but I insisted, “otherwise I’ll just worry”.
Reluctantly he eventually pulled himself up and we made our way back to the bathroom. He wanted me to follow him under the shower-head, but I told him we didn’t have time and that I wanted to go home “as I am”. He joked that he’d love me to stay naked whilst he drove me home . . . but we quickly dressed and gathered our things. I checked my phone again, but there were no texts. I wondered if J had given up waiting, or if I’d find him asleep on the sofa.
It’s only a 15 minute drive home and normally at such an early hour of the morning the streets would have been deserted. But as S parked on the corner at the top of our road, there were still people walking around and I felt nervous about someone seeing us exchanging our normal goodbye kisses. S still wanted to sit and talk . . . but I reminded him again how late it really was, and how worried I was about him having to explain if “she wakes up as you sneak in”. I squeezed his hands and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and thanked him for a lovely night and lovely present.
The downstairs lights were off when I let myself in and as I tip-toed up the stairs to the landing, I could tell from the dim light under the bedroom door that J just had the bedside lamp on. He didn’t wake until I slipped into bed. He rolled over to complain that he’d wanted to watch me take my clothes off, I teased him that “there wasn’t much to take off” . . . and apologised that I was so late. He was completely awake now, and erect in an instant, as he rolled over and asked me to explain what had led to such a late, late night !!!
Best wishes - Edith
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