It was an incessant starry night waiting for her man to come home. Sandra was wearing a floor length black silk gown with an irresistible slit that bared her velvet milky thighs and a back that dipped so low, the dimples just above the crease of her buttocks were revealed. Candles were glowing all around the house and the strong aroma of cinnamon filled the air. A half empty bottle of red wine sat on the glass coffee table and the delicate sound of classical music could be heard in the background.
She was growing thirsty with expectation sitting in the lounger the color of sand. Barely able to withstand the pressure building inside her thighs, she carefully massaged the back of her neck with both her hands, sending familiar shivers down her spine. Lazily, one hand traveled down to her luscious plump breasts, caressing them, pinching her dark pink nipples, making them stand upright. Her other hand found it’s way to her tender mound, where she stroked it lightly through the silky fabric of her gown. The sensation instantaneously grew, giving way to urgency. Slipping her hand under her black gown, she gently tugged on the few soft curls lingering just above her nether region. She touched herself and easily put a finger inside her moist passageway, pulling in and out creating a higher level of sensitivity. Her free hand journeyed down to her rising sex, rubbing it steadily. Her heart was beating much faster now, her hot blood was rushed to her cheeks, her dark crimson lips were swelled and her deep mysterious brown eyes were dilated. She was moving more rapidly, roughly now. Sandra’s body was pulsating with anticipation. Just as she was moments away from climax, Justin walked in with his dark blue tie undone, hanging from his thick neck, his dress shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, untucked from his khakis, revealing his tanned muscular chest and was already toying with his belt.
He stopped in his tracks and took in her beauty. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The sight of her in this state aroused him beyond belief. “Mmm… Absolutely lovely.”
She turned flush and thanked him. “I’m all yours Justin.”
Sandra’s heart caught in her throat as she watched him coming nearer with hungry eyes. His pants were on the floor by the time he was standing in front of her, his tie in hand. Taking hold of both her hands in one of his, he slowly took in each of her fingers in his mouth, tenderly sucking on them, nibbling. He held her hands together and proceeded to bind her wrists tightly with his blue satin tie. Taking her midnight black gown firmly in his hands, he pulled it up over her waist in one swift movement. He kneeled in front of her and spread her fair thighs, locked eyes with her as he covered her sex with his warm mouth, tasting her sweetness. She loved watching him pleasure her. It drove her wild with need and made the whole experience incredibly intense. He flicked his tongue on her swollen clit, sucked and released repeatedly, his fingers working wonders inside of her. He ran his tongue from the front to the back and up again. He pulled apart the pink flesh with his thumb and forefinger revealing her saturated pink bud giving it extra special attention. He was moving quickly and rigorously now, which caused her to squirm with sexual delight. He knew she was at her peak, aching for an orgasm. Teasing her, he came to a complete halt.
She held his gaze, breathing deeper, panting. Calling out his name, she begged him for more. She couldn’t handle the pressure; she needed release. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes had a devilish look in them. Bringing his gorgeous face inches from hers, he kissed her deeply and passionately; nibbled on her bottom lip, whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Again, she pleaded him to continue. Lovingly, he traveled the length of her body with his supple lips until he came to rest in her inner thighs and started his relentless magic all over again. Moaning, she brought her bound hands over his head and pulled his face closer into her. She closed her eyes, arched her back and opened her pale thighs wider. His tongue darted in and out of her while his fingers toyed with her clit, increasing her need for him. Feeling extremely lustful, wanting to make him feel the same, Sandra pulled her hands out from behind his head, put them on his chest and lightly pushed him away. “Stand up.”
Justin did just that and took two steps back.
With little difficulty, Sandra kneeled in front of her standing man. Gentle kisses were trailed from the base of his penis to the tip where she gave the head a couple prompt flicks of her zealous tongue. He uttered a sound and she knew he was enjoying every second. “Ohhh”, she heard him whisper.
She smiled and licked the underside of his erection, giving particular care to his balls. Sandra sucked on these gently and passed her supple velvety tongue all over them, inch by inch. His knees buckled as the sensation intensified. His wife knew just the way he liked it. She always had. Smoothly, she passed her teeth up and down his shaft, just hard enough for him to feel the pressure. His erection grew stiffer by the minute and was producing ample fluid.
He took her head in his hands and tilted it upwards so she was looking directly in his eyes. “I want you so bad, Sandra.” She smiled and said: “Soon my love, soon.”
She took him in with all she could, her soft tongue gliding from the thick base to the extremity, continually, driving him crazy with longing. Encouraged by his louder, more frequent whimpering, Sandra rapidly occupied herself with pleasing his most sensitive area, the head of his hardness. She went wild with yearning and wouldn’t let up, his knees were weaker and he wanted her now more than ever.
Just as he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she finally succumbed to him, slid back onto the lounger and let him enter her with his glistening shaft. She completely surrendered herself to his lovemaking. The warmth of her was so redeeming he could barely control himself. Sandra was so ravishing and vulnerable under him, with her breasts bare, her gown still around her waist, and her wrist still tied, he couldn’t take his dark eyes off her. With his hand on her shoulders, he penetrated her as deep as he could, feeling incredibly powerful. Slowly at first, deeply, lovingly but soon the intensity was fierce, he groaned and called her name and pushed himself harder into her, with numerous short quick gestures. The heat of passion took over. He pressed his chest down against hers, held her tightly and continued his masculine control. Her long copper hair had come undone and was now fanned out around her head. After a lengthy period, when he thought he would explode, he took a deep breath, pulled himself out and held out his hands to her. “Turn around love.”
Sandra did exactly as asked and bared her perfectly curved white buttocks to him, elbows resting on the sand colored lounger. Hurriedly, he penetrated her from behind and heard her let out a loud moan. Hearing her yell out triggered an extreme weakness in him. Like lightning, he pushed and pulled himself inside and out continuously as their bodies were shimmering with sweat and they moaned and screamed in unison. Sandra arched her back, tilted her head upwards and begged her lover, “Harder Justin, please.” Following her requests, he pushed himself vigorously into her for what seemed like a time without end.
At long last, he took a firm hold of her hips and gave one final thrust that led them both into a craved and long desired rapture. Gently, he lowered himself onto her and put his arms around her. She could feel his throbbing member inside her, filling her with his juices. Together they enjoyed their endless bliss. They stayed in that position until their heartbeats r
eturned to a steady pace and their breathi
ng was normal again.
Justin took his wife’s hands into his and carefully unbound her wrists. They stretched out together on the lounger and fell into a peaceful sleep holding each other.