Welcome Home
Amber met Dean at the door, Heineken in hand. She was clad only in a sheer black thigh-length shirt buttoned just below her 38C bust between her erect nipples, red satin and lace panties and three inch mules that accented and defined, above slender ankles, the muscles in the calves of her legs. She kissed his mouth and exchanged his suitcase for the beer. He was exhausted. He had been gone for almost six weeks, making a movie for the WWE Studios. He saw his wife standing there and knew what she wanted, but he also felt disappointed that he probably would not be able to do this sexy woman justice. "I know what you're thinking", he said. "Oh, yeah? What am I thinking?", she said. "Your thinking you're too tired for this", he said as he took a swig of beer. "You're right, but don't worry, darling. Go take a load off in your regular chair in the living room where you can turn on the TV and put your feet up and I'll be right there."
She put his suitcase down and headed for the kitchen. She came back a short time later with a plate of baked chicken and rice. He watched her come across the room nipples erect. He had forgotten just how sexy she was and her legs, seemed to have gotten longer, since he last saw her. The sheer black top flattered her opulent figure. "Come here", he said. He took her hand and gently pulled her towards him. Her C cup breasts swung free under the see-through blouse. He fondled them lovingly and gave her a moist open-mouthed kiss. "You look so sexy, dear." "Thank you, darling, you just rest there and enjoy. I have to get one more thing." He watched her ample ass undulate softly through the veil of the shirt as she walked off towards the bedroom. There she got his slippers and headed to the bathroom. There she got out the foot-bath. She filled it with warm water and Epsom salts. She threw a towel over shoulder, put the bottle of Gold Bond in a slipper and carried foot-bath, towel, powder and slippers back to the living room.
As usual he was sitting in his easy chair with his feet up on the foot stool. She put the foot-bath down in front of his chair. She lifted one foot off the stool and then picking up the other foot she sat down in front of him on the stool. One at a time she untied the shoes on his tired feet. Removing it and the sock under it she then gently placed the foot in the warm bath. He liked it that she was naked to the waist in front of him beneath the diaphanous fabric and despite his weary state his manhood was becoming restless. She took each foot in turn from the bath, dried it, powdered it, massaged it and then put it in a slipper. As she held a foot in her lap, he liked playing with her tits with his toes. It made her smile. She liked it too. "Did I tell you that I love you, today?""Yes, dear. You told me that this morning as you kissed me at the door and headed off to work. I told you that I love you, too."
"Ah, yes. Well, I'm telling you again, I love you." "I love you, too, my sweet. Let me clear this all away and I'll be back." She returns with the fully lined satin robe that she made him as a Valentine's day present. She strips him naked and he dons the robe. He likes the way the satin feels against his skin and she brings him dinner. "Are you done eating?" "Yes." "Good. Now come with me." "Oh, honey, I can't. You are so enticing tonight, but I can't." "Yes, you can. It's time for your massage." "Massage? Okay."
She had prepared the bedroom earlier that day with clean sheets, candle light and flowers. The covers were folded down across the bottom of the bed. She removed his robe and bid him lay face up with two pillows under his head, fully naked on the bed. She had him lift his hips off of the bed so that she could place a pillows covered with a towel beneath him. She set his legs slightly apart, and had him bend his knees just a little.
Setting herself between his legs, she removed her top so that she was naked to the waist. "Now just lie back and enjoy. Don't do anything. I am your personal Goddess and I am going to nurture and pamper you. I'm going to do it all." She relished looking at him from this angle. She took in every inch. Strong thighs led to the darker skin of his scrotum and groin. Curls of salt and pepper pubic hair cover the area. His penis was now completely engorged and erect to its full length of nine inches. Although not part of the massage ritual she had intended, she could not resist. She just had to draw the tips of her nipples over his inner thighs, scrotum and shaft. She played a little with the tips of her nipples and the head of his cock and then wrapped his stiff member between her soft breasts and massaged his cock with her large tits. Sitting back on her haunches she begins the massage and explains, "I am going to massage your abdomen, thighs, chest, and nipples with warm aromatic oil. Nothing will escape my attention. Although our perceptions of sensuality and lust are located here, these intimate areas are an important source of joy in our life and my purpose, tonight is to give you a feeling of comfort and sense of well-being. Orgasm is not the goal of the massage although it can be a pleasant and welcome side effect. You as a man can become multi-orgasmic without losing a drop of semen. Orgasm and ejaculation are two different responses that you can learn to separate. Your job is to relax and surrender to a form of pleasure you may not have experienced before."
Pouring a small quantity of warm oil on her hands and laying her torso over his, she begins by massaging his chest. She gives special attention around his nipples circling and arousing them to erectness. Small round and hard she decides to play with the tips by flicking them and circling them with her tongue. She draws a hard nub into her mouth and sucks it hard while massaging the opposite breast in her hand. He is surprised at the sensitivity of his own breasts and encourages her to continue and she can feel him hard on her belly beneath her. Moving the massage down over his stomach all the while adding more oil to her hands she decides to concentrate on the shaft of his penis and testicles. Gently massaging his testicles, she observes that massaging his scrotum gently has caused his balls, originally high and tight, to relax. Moving to the area above his cock she massages on the pubic bone and entire groin into the creases of his thighs. She adds more oil as she needs so that there is no irritating friction.
Moving her attention to his hard cock, she takes her time using plenty of oil massaging the shaft varying speed and pressure. Gently squeezing his cock at the base and alternating her right and left hand, from the bottom up she pulls up and slides off. Right, left, right, left, etc. Then, changing the direction she starts by squeezing at the head of his stiff member sliding down and off. Again, alternating right and left hands. Now concentrating on the head of his rod, she uses her fingers around the head of his cock as if she were using an orange juicer. She massages all around the head and shaft under the sensitive flange. She has never seen him so hard. She decides to finish this part of the massage with a little fellatio tonguing and sucking the head. Moving down the shaft she nuzzles his sack and licks his balls popping each testicle one at a time in her mouth she gently rolls it around with her tongue and then releases it. "My God, this is wonderful," he moans. "Now, it's time for you".
He came to me slowly, letting the muscles in his arms and chest ripple. I swear he knows exactly how to make my body ache for him. My hands reached out and touched the warmth of his skin, sliding over his smooth and flawless surface as my feet drew up behind him, locking into the small of his back. Like water over marble, my hands moved up his chest and found the sides of his face, pulling his mouth towards mine. His tongue was thick and warm as it slid between my lips. I closed my eyes and suckled it, loving the texture of it as he tasted my mouth. His scent, the clean scent of mown grass and turned earth and sweat, filled my nose and made my thighs pull at him harder. I consciously let all my inner walls down; let the hatred and anger of the week roll off of me, sucking his love into the void in my soul. Like a succubus, I fed off the love this man had for me. More than that, I took it as my right. I felt his hands gently touch my knees and slowly slide upwards. The skin of my thighs was tingling from his touch. My pantyhose were an unwanted barrier, a prison keeping me from him. I had to pull back from his kiss and moan loudly when he tugged them down and off of me.
Another smell joined his. The thick, musky smell of my desire rose from my pussy. Dean's nose twitched and then the corner of his mouth lifted. If I wasn't so horny, I would have hit him. Instead, I reached for his jeans, ripping them open and shoving them down to mid-thigh. "I want you inside me, Dean", I told him. My voice sounded thick and husky as I slid my panties off. "Give me what I need."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said softly, moving back into my arms. He entered me easily, with a familiarity born of our years together. A single thrust of his hips pushed his cock to the hilt inside me. My head fell back in pleasure and I felt his mouth close on my throat. His hips moved against me in an easy rhythm. I closed my eyes and let him take me, my hands digging into his back. Each thrust rolled the head of his cock against my cervix, bringing a gasping moan from my throat. My thighs worked with him, guiding him as he sunk into me so that each thrust sent a small jolt of electricity through my spine.
I was panting, sweating, loving every moment. "Fuck me, Dean," I ordered. "Fuck me good. Make me cum." He bit at my shoulder, making me arch my back in ecstasy. Both of his hands clamped on my ass, pulling me towards him as he impaled me over and over. My pussy trembled and I knew that a few more thrusts would put me over the edge. "Look at me, Dean," I told him. I pressed both hands against his chest, digging my nails into his skin. "I want you to see me cum. I want you to see me enjoy your cock."
His hips slowed a bit as he adjusted to the new position. "God, Amber," he moaned. "I want to cum inside you." I slammed my hips at him. "Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare! You watch me cum, Dean! This is for me!" Sweat was beading on his chest, slowly running down his belly. I knew how bad he wanted this release, how much he need it. I could feel the extra hardness in his cock as he pushed into me.
"Say it, Dean! Tell me you won't cum until I give permission!" He gasped, almost choking. "I won't cum! I promise!" "Fuck me, Dean!" We were both moaning, grunting like animals. Every time he thrust into me, a wet smack of flesh on flesh resounded. "Now Dean…Fuck Me..I wanna cum with you!"
His eyes locked with mine. I saw him grinding his teeth as he fought to control his body. I felt a slow, hard pulsing start deep inside my pussy. The warmth swam outwards quickly, the pulsating gaining strength and pulling my whole body into a slow convulsion. I stared up at my husband as orgasm rolled over us. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the pleasure fill me and then spread my legs wide and watched as he pulled out of me. We laid there basking in the after glow of our love making session. I turned to Dean and said, "Welcome Home, Officer Shaw"