My dick is stirring in my pants now, and I find it necessary to adjust my chub while I recollect, and write about our night; I’m recollecting inhaling the sweet bouquet of her pussy, and how it makes me hungry for her now, and reminds of what a specific night and weekend we shared, and all the blessed moment we still share.
As candid and open as I am, I still consider myself somewhat reserved and even shy, but once you get to know me, and get me out of my shell, all bets are off. My beautiful wife still likes to keep me on my toes, and on occasion, when she is feeling frisky, she will challenge my convention. This particular night while out with friends, we were trailing behind them to this restaurant, and as they rounded the corner, she pushed me hard against the wall and without explanation, or hesitation, squatted before me, unzipped my slacks, reached into my briefs and retrieved my cock, and proceeded to suck me right there. I was flabbergasted, and looking around for witnesses as her hot mouth warmed up my cock, and my blood, more than making up for her freezing cold hands due to the quick moving cold front that had chilled my bones while apparently making her frisky af.
She totally caught me by surprise, and I must have been missing some earlier signals, because when I looked down to see her wrangle my cock, I also noticed that she was massaging her pretty, smooth shaven pussy. I was dazed already by her brazenness, but to also look down, and see that my Navy pea coat she was wearing had opened to reveal that she was rolling commando under her cocktail dress, and strumming her own song made my cock grow painfully hard in her hot mouth. She looked up to catch me in awe, and purposely took me deeper, and as the gag induced tears betrayed her perseverant scowl, she dipped her fingers inside her, stood up and pushed them into my mouth, and then proceeded to straighten out her dress and said "pull it together”, before she turned and walked away leaving me there with my thick steaming cock out. I threw my hands up to say “how could you leave me this way” before a very cool breeze reminded me that it was a brisk sixty-four degrees out. I quickly tamed my cock and pushed it down into my pants before pouting after her.
We scooted into the round booth, and our party apparently didn't even notice our delay. When she slid around next to her girlfriend, she whispered something into her ear before kissing her softly on the lips as if to say “taste this”; I knew then that I’d better pace myself. Her girlfriend cocked her head a little, licked her lips and squint her eyes before she gave us both a double take, and then matched my wife’s devious smirk. The drinks flowed smoothly, and dinner was delicious, and then we decided to take our party to the casino dance club. There we danced like nobody was watching, and it was so nice to see my wife let go and enjoy herself. She was deliciously naughty, and provocatively flirty with her girlfriend, and at one point nudged me at the table as if to say “watch” as she whispered something to her girlfriend again who then locked eyes with me while my wife seemingly masturbated her under the table. I watched contently as her girlfriend’s face told the tale. She licked, bit and rolled her lips as her eyes also rolled under her heavy lids just before she gripped tight some imaginary steering wheel, and let out an ever so sweet suppressed squeal. My wife turned her girlfriend’s face towards her and kissed her agape mouth before turning to me and sliding those very fingers into my mouth to share in the spoils. All I could do at that point was savor the tortuously delicious fact that at two different times already, pussy flavored fingers have been shoved into my mouth, and that there is only so much a brother can take, and yet once again, I found it necessary to adjust myself.
We continued to party into the wee hours to take advantage of our kid free weekend, and felt kind of bad when her girlfriend’s husband arrived to join us. We didn't feel bad for us, but for him and what she was going to do to him later; he wouldn't know what hit him. Everybody had a great time and as our numbers dwindled, and the rest of our party slowly dropped off in numbers, I decided that I’d play it safe and responsible, and get a room in the casino for the night. Since we conceded to play and stay we also continued to dance the night away. My delicious wife wasn't feeling any pain, and since we both had burned the candle at both ends all week, and then danced, drank and played all our cards, it left us too exhausted to consummate our date. After closing the club, I pretty much carried her to our room, disrobed her babbling ass, helped her pee, brushed her teeth and fed her a couple Advil before pouring her into bed. I then did the same and hung the “do not disturb” sign before crash landing next to her. It was so cute when she mumbled incoherently and started to rub up on me and talked shit as if she could back it up, but she very shortly curled up tight in my side and passed out. The night was perfect and I knew that we’d both need our rest for the morning hangover loving.
When she woke in the morning she literally had no idea where we were, or had much recollection of the night before. I reassured her that she had a great time as she stroked my morning wood with hungry vigor. The hangover lovin was right on schedule, and I crawled between her soft thighs, and slowly pushed into her pussy while we both avoided our morning breaths. It was slow going because our mouths weren't the only dehydrated orifices that were paying the tolls, but it was also exquisitely delicious as the friction slowly gave way to her silky sweet nectar. Once sufficiently wet, I pulled out and told her that I needed to taste her and slid down her warm body, but just as I gave her nether lips a kiss, she kicked me back with her leg saying that she wanted to taste her too. She pushed me down onto my back, and straddled me in sixty-nine and licked her sweet glaze off my cock. I immediately could tell that we were both on short fuses as she danced and jumped over my tongue. I had to lock my arms around her thighs and pull her hard onto my face to get her past her first orgasm. I had to be quick about it or she was going to make me explode down her throat first. I won as she could no longer concentrate and sang her climax into my cock before I pushed her off onto her stomach. I counted to ten in my head slowly to let her come down just enough before I filled her throbbing hot tight pussy once again.
She lay there in a semi army crawl position and I admired her beautiful soft curves as they ebbed and flowed under my lead in our dirty horizontal dance. I clocked her as her gorgeous mane of curls framed her pretty face, and allowed me to appreciate her sleepy eyes as they helped to dictate the how and where while I used the distance between her frowning brows, and the measure of her open mouth to reaffirm what her eyes are telling me. I adjusted my swing as her moans began to increase my pace, and when she posted hard, and her knuckles went white tight as she gripped the bedding while she seemed to stop breathing, I knew that it was time. To join her, I posted myself by grabbing her hips and shifting my weight from my legs to my shoulders to get the most speed and depth out of my thrusts. Only when it was evident that she was done, and anxiously waiting for me to join her, did I allow myself to relax, breathe and be completely present before filling her with the rest of me.
I fell next to her spent and sated while we returned to our bodies and exchanged our winded I love yous. Once we came down and she drifted back to sleep, I tucked her in once again before getting up to perform my post coitus and morning rituals. After I showered and dressed, I ordered her some coffee and fruit and a Sunday paper, and kissed her goodbye and told her to stay and that I’d be back soon. When I did get back she was out on the hotel terrace in her robe enjoying her breakfast and she looked so rested and rejuvenated in her high pro glow. When I was out, I went home and grabbed our bathing suits and a change of clothes, and we enjoyed a couple’s massage, and continued our recovery poolside until we had to leave to go gather our brood again to get ready for another week of continuously blessed moments.
Happy Hump Day!!!
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