A Night To Remember
The babies had been freshly bathed, diapered, nursed, rocked and tucked into bed. After a long day of work, Stephen wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and make love to his wife. He was feeling especially amorous all day long, having trouble concentrating on his job and ringing Betty several times just to tell her he loved her. Betty didn't mind the attention. His calls broke up the solitude she was feeling. Despite having two babies to care for and plenty of work to keep her busy, she enjoyed the company of other adults, especially Stephen.
Stephen and Betty stood just outside the girls' bedroom door listening for any stirrings that would interrupt their planned night of passion. All was calm.
They stole away to their own bedroom and quietly closed the door behind them. The room was bathed in bright blue moonlight, which streamed in through two windows. Betty looked beautiful in this light, her eyes shining and full of love for him. He held her tightly, looking into her eyes with determination and intensity. She had seen this look before and she knew it meant she was in for a loving and passionate evening. She leaned into him and buried her face in his chest. She inhaled his scent, holding onto his arms.
He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and pressing his body against her. She curled her fingers around the hair at the back of his head. He pressed his lips on hers, kissing her deeply and intoxicating. She moaned in contentment and he pressed himself against her urgently. She reached for the straps on his vest and pulled him closer; sliding her hands to the waistband of his boxers, she slipped her fingers inside, pulling them down a little.
"Make love to me, Betty!" he pleaded.
His forwardness startled and excited her and she grabbed his vest straps and moved backwards, leading him to bed. She pulled his vest over his head, tossed it, and slid his boxers down to his thighs; his erection sprung at her. She raised her eyebrows and smiled seductively. He let his underwear fall to his ankles, stepped out of them, and began unbuttoning Betty's nightgown. His hands glided over her full breasts and he bent down to kiss them.
He guided her to bed, lying supine, and she climbed on and straddled him. Gathering the pillows, he propped himself upon them in order to watch her.
She began kissing his neck slowly, her lips roaming over his smooth skin. He softly purred and she continued, planting small love-bites on his collarbone. He ran his hands up her back, gently scratching her. She arched her back and her breath hitched. She worked her way to his nipples, taking one in her mouth and sucking it. He bit his lower lip and his moans came in raspy staccato breaths. Her lips gently caressed his nipple and she lovingly rolled the other one between her thumb and forefinger. He reached under her and hefted her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his nimble fingers. She rolled her belly, rubbed her chest against his, slid her hands along his sides, and worked her way down, resting her hands on his hips. He raised his head. She lingered at his navel, planting hot, wet open-mouthed kisses there. He raised his hips, urging her and sighing breathlessly.
"Mm-mm," she admonished and shook her head.
"You're torturing me!" he breathily whispered.
She worked her way across his belly, kissing and licking him teasingly. He thrust his hips again and pushed her shoulders downward.
"Behave!" she scolded playfully, "You wanted me to make love to you. Be patient."
She kissed him lightly just above his patch of sandy-brown man hair. His erection rested between her breasts and she could feel his wetness against her skin. With her upper arms, she squeezed her breasts around him and he gasped. She kissed his belly and slowly worked her way down. He reclined and spread his legs slightly. Lovingly, she cupped him in her hand as she brought her lips to him. She tenderly caressed him and he writhed in ecstasy. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip, curling her tongue around it. His eyes widened and he sucked in his breath as she took the full length of him in her hot mouth. Her hands on his hips, she gently caressed him with her lips and tongue. His fingers dug in and curled around the linens, his whole body tensed as she lovingly stroked him. He moaned loudly and she bobbed her head rhythmically, his breath quickening into deep panting. His feet rolled into fists and his thighs tightened.
He ran his fingers through her hair and thrust his hips up. She looked up at him giving him a warning. She did not appreciate his supplementing her actions. His body shuddered, his face contorted into a grimace, gaspeing wide-mouthed, ardor rippling through him, and he thrust his hips. He pushed Betty's shoulders back and withdrew himself, convulsing and yowling his release. Confused, she looked up at him.
"Didn't you like what I was doing?" she whispered.
"I didn't want to do that in your mouth," he explained.
She smiled warmly at him, "It's alright. I wouldn't have minded."
He reached for her arms and pulled her towards him, "Get on top of me," he ordered; his eyes were blazing and he pursed his full lips.
She straddled him, aligning herself with his erection. He reached down and impatiently stuffed himself inside her.
"Slow down," she crooned.
He grabbed her hips and moved beneath her. She laid her palms on his chest, halting him. He was wildly enraptured and wrapped his arms around her, thrusting up into her fiercely. He threw his head back and groaned loudly.
"Hey! I thought I was the one making love to you!" she complained.
"I'm sorry; you're right. I got carried away," he grinned sheepishly.
She started slowly, gently rocking her hips. He reached up and traced the contours of her belly. He pulled her to him and took her nipple in his mouth. His eyebrows shot up as some milk squirted out.
"No wonder they're always wanting to be fed!" he joked, "That's good stuff!"
She chuckled, "Leave them some!"
He laughed and gently tickled her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
Betty's motions increased and she cantered in rhythm with him, his hands on her hips guiding her, his forehead furrowed. He slipped a thumb between them and began to work a little magic of his own. Her head jerked back and she yelped. She leaned toward him and he kissed her round globes. He plunged himself in and out savagely. She began bucking and crying out, calling his name loudly as her climax rippled through and washed over her. He sat bolt upright and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss, working his hips fervently, her legs wrapped around his waist. He could feel his own climax radiating from his thighs and spreading upward until he buried his face between her bosoms and hollered. With their chests heaving, they sat entwined, covers twisted around them, kissing and caressing each other. She planted little kisses on his shoulder. He traced her chin with his finger and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth parted slightly and his tongue explored inside. She could feel him stirring within her. He leaned into her and eased her onto her back. She still had her legs tightly around his hips as he feverishly began to work himself in and out. He covered her mouth with his and her tongue slipped in; she raked his back and moved under him. She traced the edges of his ears and kissed his neck.
She moaned, lowly at first, and then her moans turned into wails of pleasure. She squeezed his hips, her whole body quivered, digging her nails in his back, and crying out his name.
He beamed proudly and kissed her neck and shoulders hotly. He sucked a love-bite prominently on her breast. Betty cradled his head in her hands, raising his face to hers, and kissed him ardently. Her breathing slowed to normal and she pecked his cheek.
They rolled onto their sides, holding each other.
"I love you, Betty," he murmured, his eyelids fluttering.
"Oh, Stephen, I love you, too!" she exhaled.
She rolled onto her other side, backed up, and nestled against him. Their bodies molded to each other and Stephen's arm rested around her waist possessively. He kissed her shoulder delicately and sleep overcame them.
Taking Liberties
The house was dark and still when Stephen arrived home. He had worked a double. Betty and the girls had gone to bed hours ago, so it was just him and Tiddles. He filled a bowl with cat kibble and set it on the floor of the kitchen as he set up the percolator for the next day.
He retreated upstairs for his nightly ablutions. The hot water felt good cascading down his bare chest and he glided the soapy flannel around his neck and ears. He opened his mouth and let the water spray inside. He swished the water around in his mouth and spit it out. He picked up the shampoo bottle and deposited some in his hand, then scrubbed his hair gently. No matter how much Betty cooed about him smelling good after work, he knew he did not. He could not smell anything but foul after 12 hours of working around a dusty warehouse, breathing in the fumes from the forklift, drinking coffee, being around the men who smoked all day and occasionally partaking of a fag himself, pulling rubbish and emptying it into a filthy skip. No, he knew he smelled terrible; his daughters let him know on more than one occasion! From the mouths of babes...
After disinfecting himself, he wrapped a towel around his waist and moved to the sink to scrub his teeth. Satisfied he was fit to climb into bed, he donned a pair of silk boxers and pulled a clean vest over his head and smoothed it against his chest. He clicked off the bathroom light and slipped in between the sheets.
Betty hadn't stirred and he watched her sleep. Then he had a deliciously devilish idea. The half moon cast a pale dim light about the room, just enough for what he had planned.
He peeled back the covers ever so gently, watching Betty. Her legs were parted slightly. Slowly…slowly…he inched her nightgown up to the tops of her thighs. She must have been totally exhausted when she came to bed as she did not even flinch. He raised his eyebrows in wonder as he eyed her thatch of maidenhair. Balancing on one arm, he reached down to touch her soft, inviting flesh between her legs. Using his skills as a piano player, he lightly stroked her moist folds. Her breath hitched, but she did not wake. He continued to massage her deftly, using only his fingertips, being careful not to rest his hand on her. She moaned softly in her sleep and he smiled, enjoying her reactions to his touch. He explored her silky femininity, struggling to control his own deep breathing. He pursed his lips as another idea came to him.
Placing one hand on the bed between her legs and the other alongside her, but not too close, he maneuvered like a spider, slowly lowering his mouth to her. He inhaled her aroma and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Careful to ensure that only his lips and tongue touched her, he stealthily caressed her. He tasted her and his head reeled. He placed languid kisses on her tenderness, tantalizing her. She let out a few "bunny noises"- soft high-pitched moans that drove him mad. He continued licking and kissing her, enjoying the eroticism of it. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider and he had to move quickly so she would not brush up against him. She began to move her hips in her sleep, her breath deep and rapid. Ever mindful not to allow his nose or chin to touch her, he steadily traced his mouth over her, working quickly. He opened and closed his mouth, making love to her with his lips and tongue. Her breathing came in low groans, her thighs tightened, and she trembled. She arched her back and began to shudder against him, her muffled moans coming more rapidly. His eyes wide with surprise, he smiled against her. She moaned softly and her breathing ebbed, never waking. He motionlessly stole back to his side of the bed and lay on his pillow, painstakingly pulling the covers back over them. He faced away from her, suppressing his urge to giggle.
Betty shook herself awake and lay there wide-eyed in the dark, wondering if what she had just experienced was a dream…a very good dream. She was a bit embarrassed when she felt her nightgown's hem about her hips and she smoothed it down.
Stephen pretended to sleep, listening intently as his wife shifted and nestled to him. She wrapped her arm round him, settling her hand on his firmness. His arousal betrayed him and he was sussed out.
"Scoundrel!" she growled seductively.
He tittered, putting his hand over hers. She gave him a firm squeeze and he sucked in his breath and moved against her hand. He couldn't help belly-laughing; he had almost gotten away with it. He quickly rolled over to face her. Her eyes blazed in the dark, half furious, half amorous. He smiled at her with his whole face and bit his bottom lip, his cheeks flush as he repressing another wave of convulsive laughter.
"I'm glad you find this amusing!" she chided.
"Oh, I do!" he leaned in to her and whispered secretively, "and I found it deliciously satisfying as well!" he smacked his lips lasciviously.
"You are vile, Stephen Peacock, do you know that?"
He chuckled, "That didn't sound like 'vile' to me! I think you quite enjoyed it." He smiled smugly at her.
"Where'd you learn a trick like that?"
"One reads magazines as well!" he cheekily informed her.
She playfully punched him in the chest, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you? Why didn't you wake me?"
His face turned serious, "I didn't know if you'd like that. The last time I tried that it was a disaster. I've wanted to try it on you for quite some time. So," he asked cautiously, "did you like it?" his eyebrows raised in anticipation.
She wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled herself to him, "Mm-hmm!" she nodded, "Did you like it when I did it to you?"
He began to breathe heavy through his flared nostril and longingly gazed at her from beneath his brows and nodded. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her tenderly. He slid his boxers down and dispatched with them as he rolled on top of her. She reached down and hiked up her nightgown. He arched his back as he entered her and rhythmically thrusted, eyes rolling back. She huskily groaned, moving her hips in rhythm with his. Betty could see some kind of movement just past him and craned her neck to get a better view. She watched Stephen's lovemaking in the reflection of her oval vanity mirror and realized he must have moved the mirror to watch himself make love to her with his mouth.
She slapped his back angrily, "You cheeky scoundrel!"
I've Always Wanted To Do This
Katherine and Stephanie tucked in their beds, Betty slipped her hand into Stephen's as they marveled at their sweet daughters. Quietly they retreated from the room, pulling the door shut behind them.
Betty looked at him with passion stirring in her eyes. Stephen leaned over, brushed his lips against hers, and sighed. He led her to their bedroom. The door closed behind them and taking her by the shoulders, he backed her against the wall. He covered her lips with his and kissed her hotly. She gasped as he slid her nightgown up to her naked hips. He wrenched his boxers down and she wrapped a leg round his waist. Reaching behind her and taking her bum in his hands, he grunted as he entered her. She raked his back, her nails scoring his shoulders, and moaning with each thrust, driving him mad. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, working himself in and out. She planted open mouth kisses on his chest, moaning into his smooth skin, her breathing heavy and erratic. She unfastened her nightgown, her breasts bobbling with their movements. Accepting her invitation, he lowered his mouth to her bosom and sloppily kissed her full breasts, gasping. His moustache tickled her and she giggled softly. He groaned and squeezed her bum tighter, panting hoarsely; she moved in rhythm with him, a low moan escaped her lips and she began to shudder as her passion elevated and her moaning became louder, tightening her leg around him, her thigh quivering; she ground her hips against him, matching his intensity.
Her stomach tightened as she matched him thrust for thrust. She arched her back against him, her eyes rolled back. She bit into his shoulder, muffling her loud yelps as her climax ruptured, pressing her fingertips into his back. Her release came in spasms and she wailed into his chest, panting and shuddering. She kissed his chest and turned her face up to look at him. His eyes were dark and his gaze was rife with smoldering passion.
He began to drive in deeper, lifting her off the floor with each thrust, her breasts jiggling against him. Her chest heaved and she whimpered in sync with him. He began to groan throatily, his eyes fixed on her, his jaw clenched, breathing hard, and his forehead glistening. She held on fast, her eyelids closed tightly. He crashed his mouth on hers, kissing her wildly, his tongue darting between her parted lips. He threw his head back and his strained howl echoed through the room, the vein in his neck pulsing violently. He continued to ram her as his climax convulsed through him, grunting huskily. Utterly spent, they stood there in each other's arms, their breathing rapid and choppy. He smiled against her warm skin, inhaling her musky scent. She ran her fingers through his hair, raking the back of his head; she let out a long low sigh. He glided his hands to her waist and pulled back to look at her. He gazed at her lovingly, his eyes soft and sensual. She reached up and cupped his face, bringing his lips to hers.
"I love you," she whispered.
His lips curved into a smile and his eyes danced, "I love you, too, Dear," he murmured.
"That was lovely."
"I was hoping you'd approve. I've always wanted to do that."
"I'm glad you finally were able to," she teased.
He lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers passionately, embracing her. She held onto his arms and melted into his ardent kisses. She could feel him pressing against her belly as his arousal stirred. He lifted her off the floor, turned and headed to the bed.