By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
I have always thought that a woman dressed in nothing but a man’s dress shirt was extremely sexy. I have always had fantasized about coming home, and seeing my wife in just one of my dress shirts, but I never told anyone of it because I thought that they would think it as silly. So I kept the thought to myself and just resigned myself to the fact that it would never happen. On Valentine’s Day, I arrived home and I could not locate my wife, I went to the kitchen, bathroom, living room and even the bedroom calling out to my wife, no answer.
I went into my office to drop off some work things and then I was going to call her cell phone from my office. When I opened the door, my wife was sitting on the top of my desk wearing only my good dress shirt unbuttoned all the way down and my tie. She looked absolutely stunning, her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders and hung down just right making her look so sexy. The only words she spoke were “Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you!” I could barely speak but I manage to muster an “I love you” back. Carey looked incredible, I just couldn’t get over the fact that I had never told her about this but she just happened to fulfill my fantasy without even knowing about it. “How did you know that this was my fantasy?” I asked her. Carey told me, “I didn’t know, but I had an idea that you would find this sexy.”
I smiled and said “I find it incredibly sexy, I think you are incredibly sexy, I want you so bad right now.”
“Are you sure you are not mad at me for wearing your clothes, I know it is the last clean shirt that you have until we do laundry?” “How could I be mad at you, when you look so sexy? Besides I can still wear it tomorrow, I will just never look as good as you do in it.”
She motioned me to come over, I couldn’t wait to get closer to her, I had to kiss her, touch her, hold her, and make love to her. We shared a very passionate kiss together, she looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes and I was lost in the moment, I couldn’t think about anything but holding her and kissing her. Our passion was getting more and more intense, her hands started to unbutton my dress shirt. When she finished unbuttoning my shirt she told me that she wanted to see if I looked as sexy as she did with my shirt unbuttoned. I had to laugh, “I don’t think anybody could look as sexy as you do right now.”
“Right answer,” she said as she smiled and removed her tie. Her shirt fell open a little more and I could see that she was not wearing anything underneath. She reached out to me once again, and drew me close and kissed me once again very passionately. I couldn’t resist placing my hands inside of her shirt and slowly caressing her. I felt her tense under my gentle touch and her breathing started to get more shallow. My hands started to travel from her stomach to her side, up closer to her breasts and then finally to her nipples.
I could tell that she was enjoying my hands traveling around her body. The passion in her kiss intensified and her hands started to work on the belt buckle on my pants. I slid my hand down her stomach and let it rest on her upper thigh, I slowly moved my hands higher, closer to that spot that she wants me to go. When I was only an inch away from that spot, I could feel the heat from her, I could tell that she couldn’t wait for me to continue. The feel of her soft inner thighs, the warmth between her legs, it was all begging me to continue. She broke away from my kiss and I felt her hands unzip and pull down my pants, dropping my underwear at the same time. She grazed against my hardness but moved away, “when you touch me, I will touch you.”
I slid my hand closer and closer to her, every inch that my hands traveled, her hands moved just as far. When I could feel the tiny hairs above I slid my hands lower and felt the warmth and the moisture from her most intimate of places. When my hand slid between her thighs, I felt her hands grab a hold of my erection and start sliding up and down on it. She looked at me and smiled and said, “the more you do, the more I do.”
My fingers dove inside of her , my thumb tracing the outline of her lower lips, as my fingers continued entering her. Her grip tightened on my hardness as she continued to slid her hand up and down. I could feel her breath get deeper and deeper as my fingers explored her inside, whenever my pace intensified, hers did as well. I could feel her getting wetter, getting more excited as I continued to play deep inside of her, I knew she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Her hands slid up and down faster and faster, I was getting harder and harder, I could barely breathe, the smells, the feelings, the excitement. I don’t know what made me think of it, but I had stopped and removed her shirt, “I don’t want to get anything on it, I do have to wear it tomorrow.”
She laughed and slid my shirt off of her shoulders and exposed herself completely to me. At that point, I cleared my desk and laid her down on the cold wooden top. I moved her legs up so that her feet were also touching the top of the desk, she was now open to me. I kissed my way down her legs moving closer and closer, I could see my wife was getting more and more out of breath. I could smell her excitement, I could taste her wetness, I reached out with my tongue and she screamed out in orgasm. I gave her almost a whole second to recover before I started to flick my tongue up and down sliding between her lips.
My tongue slid up and down, taking my time when I reach the top of her lips, where that little piece of skin is, I concentrated on that for a few moments before I moved back down and poked my tongue inside of her. Her breathing continued to intensify, I knew she was getting close to having another climax. I took my mouth away from her, pulled her down the desk until her legs were dangling off the desk, I slowly moved towards her, and playfully touched her lips with my erection. I didn’t slid inside of her, just moved myself up and down until I was coated in her juices. She begged me to slid inside of her, “I need you baby, please enter me; Now” I couldn’t disobey her, I slowly entered into her as far as I could go, it seemed to take forever until I was buried deep within her. Once I was all of the way inside of her, I slid out a little ways and then right back in, I would slid out a little more and then right back in.
Each time, I would come out a little further before driving back inside of her. Every thrust in was moving quicker and quicker, every time I slid myself out, was slower and slower. I kept up this slow but agonizing pace until I was almost pulling out of her all of the way before I would drive back inside of her with a gasp from her and a grunt from me. I continued to drive her crazy, she was getting closer and closer, her sharp breathing made her breasts rise and fall, her nipples like little ice caps on top of the fleshy mountains. Her hair was all over her face, her hands gripping the side of the desk. I continued to drive myself deep within her until I knew that she was almost ready for another climax, and then I did the unthinkable to her, I stopped moving inside of her.
I slid down her legs and planted my tongue deep inside of her. Carey gasped and I moved back up her legs and slid my erection back into her. I moved in and out of her in slow sharp thrusts. I knew she was getting close again and I stopped, moved my way down her body and slid my tongue inside of her one more time. I licked her furiously for a moment and then slid back up her body and back inside of her, this time she grabbed a hold of my hips and forced me to finish her off. I knew that she was almost there, so I continued and quickened the pace. I could feel her muscles gripping me inside encouraging me to finish inside of her.
She screamed again and I felt the strongest muscles inside of her that I have ever felt before. She was milking me, waiting for me to explode inside of her, I couldn’t hold back any longer as I gave one last thrust inside of her. We were both breathing heavy, we were both sweaty, but we hugged each other and shared another passionate kiss. “I love you Carey, Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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