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Husband and Wife

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Husband and Wife by You have been feeling the desire, and the need, for intimate contact. As with anyone, this feeling waxes and wanes; currently it is waxing like high tide during a full moon…. Fortunately, you are comfortable showing this need to your husband. Unfortunately, despite his statements of lust and desire at 2:00 in the afternoon, lately he has practically disappeared by 9:00 p.m. Not that this has been a particular problem; both you and he are also comfortable with the idea of waiting, secure in the knowledge that when you do make love, it is generally very satisfying, and very loving. (And sometimes way above average).Nevertheless, while you have endeavored to be patient, that patience is wearing a bit thin. You are beginning to feel the effects of a physical need, which is turning in to a pent-up desire. You need release, now, as much as you need the intimate contact. It is making you a bit antsy….So this morning when you walk into your bedroom, trying to decide what to wear, distractedly planning out your morning (get my son to pre-school, get some shopping in….), you spy an outfit laid out for your inspection. A flash of irritation hits you - those cloths represent a host of expectations and obligations; its not fair for him to just drop them on you when you weren't ready; you have a lot to do today; and where was he last night, anyway? Pretending to be asleep so he wouldn't have to do anything….Then you see the note. "Sorry for last night. I know it has been a while. I know you are having thoughts of being filled full … I would love to give you a large, long orgasm. (Remember those?) And I would love to feel you holding my …" The note flips a little switch way down deep in your brain. And you start thinking… remembering … you feel a little tingle. You review the outfit: fancy French thong; regular jeans; a linen blouse; that blue, front-button sweater. No bra….You decide to try the outfit on before making up your mind whether to go on with your day or come home directly after dropping your son at school…The thong feels good; it is one of your favorites, makes you feel secretly sexy. Then the jeans (hiding the sexiness), the blouse, shear so that your nipples show, and the sweater so that no one suspects about the blouse…. The sweater - buttons allowing easy access - presses the blouse against your breasts. The soft-rough linen fabric gently stimulates your nipples. They grow, thereby getting more stimulation.As your body starts to take c0mmand of your brain, you decide that, for today, you will not worry about errands so much. You have other priorities, after all, and besides you probably will not make it past 11:00 in this outfit, without some relief. Let's see - home by 9:30. Done by 10:30. To the store by 11:00 … yes, it can be done. You can finish the unimportant things in the evening. Or he can help you, in exchange for an excellent hummer…. Yes, it can be done.So you hustle, bundling up your son and marching out the door. Come on, time to get moving! … You call him on your way to school, to check on the timing. "How's 9:30?" he asks. "Good," you say. "How does the sweater fit?" he asks, like he is checking the weather. "Snug," you respond with a smile, hanging up. … 9:30 …. You drop your son at school, taking time to be polite to teacher, but anxious to leave. Reaching for your son's head, your arm brushes a breast. You bend down for a kiss, feeling instead the blouse separate from your nipple, then reconnect as you stand. It makes you shiver. Better go now.You don't touch your breasts as you climb into the car; instead, you move the seatbelt around - a lot - trying to get it to lay flat across your chest. No, that's not quite right. Move it this way, move it that way, catch a nipple with the edge of the belt…. Time to go home.You drive home impatiently, even though you know you will be early. Sure enough, when you get home at 9:20, you are at loose ends. Clean the kitchen?… You start straightening the den. The phone rings. Mom. You let it ring. Then his car pulls into the drive, and you wait by the stove.He comes into the house - "Hi. Did he (your son) get off to school o.k.?" "Sure." He's just making busy talk. You can see that he is already becoming erect…. He walks toward you, wraps you up and gives you a soft kiss. "No tongues," you say. He shakes his head in mock frustration, then gives you a prim and proper kiss - that goes on and on. He lifts you onto the counter, so that your heads are even, and continues to kiss, long and soft; his hands caress your sides, then your breasts; he feels your hard nipple through the contrasting fabrics. You sigh, as the touching triggers an urgency between your legs…. by the time you slide down from the counter, both the sweater and shirt are unbuttoned. He has always liked the partial exposure of a fully unbuttoned blouse - he enjoys anticipating the final unveiling….You walk upstairs hand in hand, him leading. He grabs the rocking chair on the way into the bedroom, and you remember his whispered fantasy…In the bedroom, he first strips off your jeans, pausing on the way down to rub your mound. Then he wordlessly slides off the sweater, leaving the blouse on. He rubs your breast with the sweater and the warm, prickly softness makes you shiver. He kisses you as you stand there, waiting for what is next. The kiss lasts until you forget to think about what is next, and just feel the passion…Then he says "I want you to relax, and let me have my way with you." You get a twitch in the pit of your stomach. "O.K." is all you can say.He drapes a comforter over the rocking chair - so you won't be cold - then has you sit. He ties your hands behind the back of the chair, loosely so you are not uncomfortable. Your shoulders are drawn back; your breasts jut out, and his eyes go glassy.Not wanting you to get bored, he immediately undresses. His erection is full, and it throbs to the beating of his heart. He grabs himself tenderly, squeezing a drop of liquid from the tip and rubbing it around the head. "Can you tell how much you excite me?" he asks rhetorically. You feel your face flush as he slowly strokes himself.He approaches you, reaches down, and rubs your mons. Your little button is sensitive, aching. He rolls your panties off your hips, then pushes your legs apart, making you wrap one foot around each leg of the chair. Sliding your hips down, you are now open to his gaze. And although you feel exposed, your rising passion overshadows any discomfort - he backs away and looks at you. His lust is palpable. He rolls the panties into a tube, which he places between your legs.He moves forward again, straddling the rocking chair, until his penis is inches from your nose. You reach your head forward, just able to lick the tip with your tongue. He sighs and reaches down to squeeze a breast, leaning forward so that you can take the head into your mouth. You moan, straining against your bonds. Your hips roll forward, trying to find some attention down below, and you rub against the panties. It is not nearly enough pressure; instead, it only makes you want more. You rock your hips back and forth, simultaneously trying to find more stimulation and reach his erection. But he denies you both, for the time being. He steps back again, then bends to suckle your breast. On his knees, he rocks the chair forward, takes a nipple full into his mouth, and rolls it with his tongue. Suddenly as you close your eyes, he touches your button and you moan, involuntarily pushing your hips forward. A finger slides in, and you feel your own wetness. He uses your moisture to cover your button, as his slippery fingers begin their unbearable dance. Then another finger enters you, searching for the spot … when he finds it you jump, then melt, and the sweet pleasure begins.But he pulls away suddenly, stands, and looks at you. "More?" he says. You answer, without words. He walks toward you again, then pulls the back of the rocking chair forward until your mouth takes his penis in. He groans softly as your tongue slides along the base and circles the head. "Ah!" he exclaims, as you suck. You are hungry now, ready.He kneels in front of you, pushes your knees to your shoulders, pulls your hips forward, and licks you long and slow. He sucks lovingly on your button, making you shudder. The ties that bind you are suddenly intolerable; he frees your arms, lifts you up and puts you on your back on the bed. Then, in one sudden motion, he is inside you completely. You are so excited that your body has opened, and he practically falls in. Then he is pushing in and pulling out, slowly. Deeply.You revel in the fullness inside, but after several tortuous minutes, he is out again. You feel a hint of frustration and begin to protest, until you feel his tongue. You want to be full again, but the tongue… ah… then he puts a finger inside, searching. He finds that spot and you say "there!" like a command. He rubs and you respond, now almost frantic to make the pleasure grow. You feel your whole body tense, and you grasp his head, involuntarily trying to get more … more…. He grabs a breast, adding to the building pressure … and then everything focuses, acutely and immediately, on that spot inside you that is the center of pleasure. The tension builds and builds until it can't continue, except that it does and you squeeze the other breast and he licks and strokes and squeezes; his tongue dances over your button in a maddening, irresistible rhythm, and you need to burst, nothing else matters, not even breathing - then it starts to come, its coming… coming… coming … and … ah… ah…woosh! the dam of unbearable pleasure breaks and you grind and grind into his face; you gasp: "Ahhh! … Ahhh! … Ahhh! as your insides clench and release, clench and release, and the aching stays… stays…. subsides… subsides… subsides… and you feel your muscles clench his finger as your body finally releases the pleasure and you hold his head to you and slowly … slip … into … quiet….