Where it happened: home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
My husband had the flu, and was coughing and sneezing for
2 weeks. He respects me enough not to have gotten romantic
with me and risk infecting me. Besides, the illness left him
too weak for the kind of physical activity we enjoy. Despite
his best intentions, however, just as he was regaining his
strength, I caught the flu, and was miserable with it for a
week.
After 3 weeks without sex, last night felt like our first
time. I already told you the story of our real first time
(#8655), and my husband told it from his perspective, too
(#8674). Now I want to tell you about our “new” first time,
which happened last night.
My husband’s seduction of me began when he picked me up
from work at 4:30 yesterday afternoon. He placed my daily
organizer and lunch pack in the trunk, and opened the car
door for me (he is SUCH a gentleman!). Then he put on “our
song” (he had already fast forwarded the tape to the start
of that song before he picked me up). As he drove us home,
we sang our special song to each other, and at every stop
light, he would either hold my hand or rub and softly
squeeze the outside of my thighs, staying far enough from
my inner thighs and pussy to make me hungry for his touch
there.
When we got home, I found a vase full of fresh flowers on
the center of our dining room table. He had bought them
and set them up on his lunch break from work yesterday. A
mixture of yellow, blue, pink, and purple flowers, they
certainly brightened up our dining room, and lifted my
spirits after a tough day at the office.
Since I was just getting over the flu, he insisted that I
rest on our bed while he cooked dinner. He fixed a delicious
cream of mushroom soup, fresh (not packaged) cheese
tortellini, and a fruit cup he made from fresh watermelons,
strawberries, and pineapple. It was tasty and filling,
without leaving either of us feeling stuffed.
After dinner, he showered. I took that opportunity to
change into the short, dark-blue denim skirt/shorts he
likes so much. This skirt barely reaches halfway down
my thighs, and really shows off my slender, dark legs.
The front flap of the skirt looks like you could just
lift it and expose my always-ready pussy. But actually,
there are very short denim shorts underneath this flap.
This skirt always seems to drive my husband crazy with
desire for me.
After his shower, he emerged wearing my favorite of the
robes I’ve bought him. This one is knee-length, silk,
maroon with white stripes, and ties in the front for easy
access to the soft, smooth skin of his chest. I could not
tell what he had on under this robe, as he kept it tied
tightly around him. But I could see his hairy, muscular
legs from his knees down to his bare feet, and for now,
seeing that was enough for me.
We sat on the couch, watching a romantic movie, as he
gently rubbed his hands over my bare legs, alternating
between left and right leg. With each stroke, he rubbed
higher up my legs, ever closer to my now starving pussy,
but still not actually touching me there.Our bare feet
rubbed all over each other as we sat on the couch.
When the movie ended, we headed to our bedroom. I quickly
slipped into our bathroom, and changed into one of the
sheer, sexy nightgowns that my husband likes to buy me.
This one is white, thigh length, and pulls on and off over
my head, rather than tying or buttoning in the front. I
quickly slid between the bed sheets.
He was still standing beside the bed. He untied and slowly,
seductively removed his robe. Underneath, he had on a
light-blue, short-sleeved denim shirt, and I could just see
a hint of red silk boxers under his long shirt tails. I
could now see much more of his legs, from his muscular
thighs to his long, slender toes. After he turned down the
sheet on his side of our bed, he stood over me, and slowly
unbuttoned his shirt without removing it. He then joined
me under the sheets.
Since I am left handed and he is right handed, we find it
more comfortable to sleep with him to my right and me to
his left. He began rubbing my breasts under my nightgown,
alternating his kisses between my neck, ear, and cleavage.
Then he lay on his right side, and I lay on my right, too. I
reached across him and under his unbuttoned shirt, to rub
his chest. When my thumb and forefinger began pinching his
sensitive nipples, he began moaning softly, and bucking
his ass cheeks against the fur above my pussy. His left
hand reached behind him to start softly kneading my ass
cheeks, which soon had me moaning, too. His middle finger
circled along the crease where my ass joins my legs (he
says that crease is one of my sexiest features).
He then turned me onto my left side, and he lay behind me
on his left side, too. He continued rubbing and softly
squeezing my ass, as I reached behind me and began stroking
the front of his legs. Then I reached inside his red silk
boxers and lazily began stroking his balls and his
stiffening cock. Soon, he peeled his boxers off, and lifted
my sheer nightgown all the way up to my neck. He began
softly massaging and kissing my shoulders and back, as his
stiff cock (7 inches long and 3 inches around) slid up and
down the crack between my ass cheeks.
Next, his right hand reached across my thighs from behind,
and his long, thin fingers began playing with my thick, dark
triangle of fur. His middle finger slid back and forth
along my clit. Soon, the tip of his finger was reaching into
my pussy, causing the underside of his knuckle to rub
against my hardening love button. His left hand caressed my
nipples and pulled my ass back harder against his throbbing
7 inches.
I spread my legs wider, and his finger eased deeper into
my pussy. He told me how good my moistness felt on his
finger. Soon, not just my inner walls were wet, but the
special fluid he so enjoys was welling up around my clit.
My pussy began making its usual loud, squishing and
smacking noises, which my husband says turns him on so much.
“Does he want to come in?” I asked breathlessly, as I pulled
my raised nightgown over my head and completely off of me.
Now we were both completely naked between the sheets.
He rolled me onto my back, and climbed on top of me. He
began rubbing the tip of his cock against the outside of
my pussy lips. When just the very tip slid slowly into me,
I came, moaning my husband’s name. But there was plenty
more pussy juice to flow where that came from.
Soon, he was plunging deeply in and out of me. He swayed
his hips left and right, so his cock would enter me at
different angles, not just straight in and out. His cock
was exploring every part of my inner walls, and rubbing my
clit, and I had my second orgasm of our “new first time.”
He kept up his pounding and shifting angles for about ten
minutes. Then, at the end of one stroke, while he was buried
fully into me, he exploded a hot load of come deeper
inside of me than I knew even existed. His orgasm triggered
my third orgasm, and my pussy was so slick with our
combined fluids that his cock slipped out. I was a bit
disappointed that I would not get to feel that post-
orgasmic throbbing that his cock usually does deep in my
pussy (he really does spoil me SO much). But he quickly
made it up to me.
He turned me onto my left side and, lying behind me on his
left side, resumed rubbing his still hard cock against the
crack of my ass. His right arm reached across me to cup my
right breast (my breasts are 36-C, with two-inch wide
aeriolas), as his fingers rolled and pinched my half-inch
long nipple.
As he drifted into a half-sleep, my breast cupped in his
hand, his relaxed but still-hard cock began its pulsing and
throbbing against my ass. This felt nearly as good as when
it pulses deep in my pussy after we have both come.We fell
asleep that way, his cock resting against my ass, and his
right hand cupping my right breast.
About two hours later, he woke up and began sliding his cock
back and forth along the entire length of the crack between
my ass cheeks. When he does this, he looks down at us to
watch his cock disappear into the bottom of my ass crack,
and then re-emerge out of the top of my butt onto my back,
then disappear again as it slides back down between my ass
cheeks. Watching his cock slide up and down my ass seems
to add to his excitement.
I woke up quickly, and began moaning. Soon, his cock was
squishing and smacking nearly as loudly as my pussy does
when she gets excited. I thought he was about ready to come,
but to my amazement, he kept up the rubbing, and the
squishing noises, for another 20 minutes. While he was
doing this, I reached around behind me and rubbed my right
hand up and down the entire length of his legs, massaging
his ass and inner thighs. I was nearly drifting back to
sleep when I felt a flood of hot liquid ooze deep into my
butt and against the skin of my lower back.
He pulled me close against his cock, and cupped my breast
harder, to make sure his hot liquid stayed on us and did
not drip onto the sheets (he is SO considerate, not wanting
me to sleep on a wet spot). We fell asleep like this for
about an hour, until his thick globs of come had thinned
out and started to dry on his tummy and my ass. When we
both woke up again, we went into the bathroom together and
soaked two washcloths in warm water. As he stood facing me
and reached around behind me to clean his come off my ass
and back, I washed the combination of his come and my own
pussy juice off of his tummy and out of the thick brown
hair above his cock. I then gently washed the slippery
slickness of our thoroughly-mixed love juices off of his
wonderful cock.
I put my nightgown back on, and he put on his red silk
boxers again, but left his denim shirt and silk robe off.
We got back in bed, lying side by side on our backs.For
the next half hour or so, we engaged in light pillow talk,
about our jobs, our plans for the upcoming weekend, and the
romantic movie we had watched earlier. Through all of this
talk, we lazily stroked and caressed each other all over.
My husband said it was time to go to sleep, as we had to get
up for work in the morning. He lay down on his tummy, with
his spent, silk-covered cock resting between his tummy and
the mattress. I lay on my right side and rubbed the soft,
exposed skin of his back, then lower, massaged his firm ass
through his red silk boxers. He turned his head to his
right, gazed lovingly, passionately into my eyes, and
smiled. I gazed just as passionately into his big, brown
eyes, and smiled back at him.
I drifted off to sleep with my hand resting on his butt, a
big smile on my face, and peace and contentment in my heart
for the memory I’m sure I’ll always cherish, of our “new”
first time together. And I hope I’ll never have to wait
another 3 weeks for the physical expression of the deeply-
committed love we share.
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