A Wife's Pleasure

A Wife's Pleasure

By Thomas Blaine
(thomasblaine@yahoo.com)

I lie in bed waiting for you.

It's nighttime and a full moon in the sky casts pillars of blue light through the white curtains, billowing in the breeze through the open windows. From outside, the sound of the ocean washing the shores fills the room. A ship's bell can be heard in the distance.

You appear in the doorway, approaching the bedroom so silently I didn't hear you. You're silhouetted against windows across the hall. The flashing light from the lighthouse across the bay creates a halo around your head, radiating through your golden curls. The white nightgown and robe I bought you in Paris on our honeymoon hangs loosely on your beautiful curves.

"You take my breath away," I say as you drop your robe and seductively strut across the hardwood floor towards our bed, moving your hips from side to side.

You say nothing as you sit on the bed next to me and place one of your delicate hands against my face. I sit up and you lean down, our mouths join in a kiss. Our lips part and our tongues meet, sliding past each other.

I wrap my arms around you and pull your body down onto mine, feeling your warmth through the silk sheets. My heart races faster and my manhood swells with the slightest touch of your hand.

You pull back the sheets and unbutton my pajama shirt. Your fingernails slide across my bare torso, playing with my chest hair. My fingers stroke your blonde hair and rub your ears. The first touch of your lips against my chest sends shivers of pleasure rippling through my body, goose bumps make my hairs stand on end. Your warm lips kiss my chest and nipples as your fingers slide down my body, tugging at the waistband of my pajama pants.

My hands slip across you shoulders, slowly pushing off the straps of your nightgown. It falls away as my hands dance across the smooth skin of your ample breasts. You gasp with pleasure as I tenderly pinch and play with your nipples; they grow firm with my touch.

You slide the nightgown entirely off your body, now you're wearing only a tiny lace thong. Your movements are elegant, as graceful as poetry; I can only clumsily fumble out of my clothes while you make it look like an art.

I cup your breasts in my hands, squeezing and caressing them, as your hands rub my chest. I pull your body onto mine, lying skin-to-skin with nothing but your panties between us. Our hips grind against each other and I feel the moistness of your panties. Our hands grope and stroke each other, feeling each other's flesh and holding tight.

You kiss my chest and stomach, licking my naval and making a trail lower and lower. Your hair falls across my hips, teasing my member. I feel the hot breath from your lips against my skin as you gently kiss my erection, which is hard and pulsing with every heartbeat.

It tenses involuntarily with the first moist touch of your lips against the tip. You leisurely lick up and down the length of the shaft while you caress my sack with your hands. Your lips part and the tip slides in, engulfed by the warmth of your body. Guiding it with your hands, you move your head down, taking my member deep into your throat. I groan with pleasure and move my hips with excitement, but I stop you before the pleasure explodes into your mouth.

I pull your lips back up to mine, we kiss and roll around above the covers until I'm on top of you, pinning you to the bed. I kiss your neck and your breasts, suckling your hard nipples as your fingertips claw at my flesh. You arch your back to press my head tighter into your chest. I lick and kiss your breasts until the flesh is as red as your lips before moving further down. My fingers tug at your panties, sliding them down and revealing your shaved womanhood beneath.

Your scent fills my nose as I spread you legs and move my head in closer. You feel my hot breath against your moist lips, my fingers gently probing your body and spreading you lips. I slide my tongue along that little valley and lick your juices. Slowly licking up and down, pressing my tongue into your body and making you shake with pleasure. I spread you open and my tongue slides over you clitoris, inducing a gasp from you sensuous mouth. I seal my lips around your clitoris and gently suck it, taking the center of pleasure into my mouth and squeezing it between my lips. My fingers probe into your body, slowly moving deeper as I add more fingers.

You start to moan and your body becomes even wetter as my tongue traces circles around and over you clitoris. My fingers probe you from the inside, sliding along the hot sides of your slit, reaching deeper and deeper into you. I spread you lips wide and slide my tongue into your body. You open your legs as much as you can and wrap them tightly around my back.

Your body is delicious as I lap your juices. I lick harder and harder, sucking you clit, fingering your slit. Your whole body shakes and gyrates wildly. Firmly, I grab your derrière with one hand to keep my head tight between you legs. You grasp the headboard and try to bury your head in a pillow so the neighbors don't hear you scream my name as the symphony of pleasure builds to a dramatic finale.

Every inch of your body crawls with pleasure. You close your eyes and purse your lips, trying to fight back the inevitable, not wanting the stimulation to end. I know you're close by how hot your womanhood is against my tongue. I suck and lick harder, thrusting fingers deep into your body.

You finally loose control as the orgasms surge over your body one after another. You scream and shout and gyrate uncontrollably but I don't relent. I bring you to orgasm again and again and again. Your muscles are weak and your body is covered with sweat. You can't catch your breath as I continue. I go until you can take no more and scream for me to stop.

With one final, deep, hard lick, I quit. You lie weak on the bead, panting heavily and gleaming with sweat. Your hair is mussed, your cheeks are flushed, and your breasts are red. You try to move but every muscle is so exhausted that your body doesn't respond. I bring myself up next to you and lie on my back, pulling you onto my side so I can wrap my arms around you. Your hair falls across my face and we kiss deeply. You taste your own juices on my lips and tongue. I feel your dripping womanhood press against my leg.

Exhausted, you lay your head on my shoulder as I run my fingers through your hair. Just before you fall asleep, you hear me whisper "I love you" into your ear.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living persons or actual events is entirely coincidental. This story may not be redistributed without permission from the author.