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As I walk in the door after a long week away at work, I discover the house barren. No one at the door to greet me. A very different scene from the normal rush of kids yelling “daddy’s home, daddy’s home!!!” I know you said you had arranged to leave the kids at your parents house so we could have the night alone, but I expected you home much sooner than this. As I walk through the house, depositing my luggage on numerous floors, unmotivated to store it properly, I notice some of the lights on. Listening, I hear voices. No, maybe just one voice. Maybe the television. I follow the sound to the kitchen. You are standing at the sink, with the phone tucked on your shoulder. Wearing a beautiful red knee-length dress. You appear to be making dinner. But, this late? I glance into the dining room. The table is set for two, and there are candles already burning. I can smell them from here. Lily of the Valley… What’s the perfume? Durissimo? Hmmm.. No, Jessica McClintock? MMMmmmm…. You know what that does to me! Well, yes, obviously, that’s the point.

You are apparently, very engaged in this conversation. You still haven’t acknowledged my presence. I stand in the hallway and remove my shoes. I then remove my sport coat and shirt, leaving only the tight white undershirt. I next remove my pants. Slowly unzipping them so as not to disturb your conversation. This is exciting. Hoping, praying you don’t turn around and ruin the surprise. I finally get my pants off. Only the undershirt and boxers left. I’ll leave them on for at least a show of decency.

I lower myself onto my hands and knees and start crawling across the floor towards you. I reach out and lightly touch the back of your thigh. You jump in surprise! A second later you realize it was me and smack my head. You tell the person on the phone “sorry, I dropped a knife. It almost hit my foot.” That’s a good sign. You’re already good at lying about what’s happening.

I reach around with both arms and grab your thighs. Rubbing up and down your legs. Pressing against your groin on the way by. You swat at my hand, but continue your conversation. I reach up, searching under your dress. I discover only a thong! Wow! I’m more turned on every second! I reach farther up, grasping the top of the thong and slowly slide it over your hips, rolling it as I go. Once past your hips, I slide it down your legs. You close your legs tightly, trying to keep me from removing them. I know – you’re on the phone. But, I have something I need to attend to! I start to kiss your cheeks. Softly… Sensually… You relax your legs a little and allow me to remove your panties.

Pulling gently on your leg, I prompt you to turn around. You obey without question. You look down at me, saying with your eyes “I’m going to kill you!” But, your body is very obviously saying ‘don’t you dare stop now!’ I can see you are already moist.

On my knees, I reach behind you and pull you into me, licking between your thighs with my tongue. Trying to reach your clitoris… Lightly brushing the small neat tuft of hair typically under your panties. As I squeeze your buttocks and thrust my tongue towards your vagina, you finally relax your legs. I hear you say “I’m sorry, I was concentrating on the onions I’m cutting. I cut my finger slightly, and it really hurts…. No, there’s no need for me to go. Not as long as you don’t mind me being slightly preoccupied. I’m trying to get this dinner finished before he gets home. The kids are away, so it’s our first alone time in a long while…”

That makes me want you even more. You’re purposefully staying on the phone! I press my face into your groin, reaching with my tongue. I can just taste you. Just barely reaching your lips. I can catch just the edge of your clitoris on my tongue. I flick at it, eager it closer. Trying to pull you towards me with my tongue. I try to reach underneath your dress to massage your breasts, but the dress is fit too well. It follows the contours of your hips perfectly. Right up underneath your breasts. It accentuates your breasts as well. Since I cannot go underneath, I massage your breasts through the material. The material is thin enough, I can feel your nipples harden. Your breasts become taught, standing out firm like you were 20! Your nipples desperate to escape from behind the taught material of this perfect outfit.

I lower my hands to your hips and start pulling you back and forth. Back and forth. Using that motion to thrust my tongue in, then curl it up into you and withdraw your juices. Each time making you wetter. Each time, your clitoris peeks out a little farther from under its sheath. Each time causing your hips to tense a little more.

I pull you towards me hard. A little too hard… You take a step to recover and push me backwards. My knees lose their grip and I fall backwards. I end up on my back. No harm, no foul. You see the wet glint on my face from licking you. The smile on my face conveys the enjoyment I have had bringing you this far. You speak to the person on the phone “sorry. That was the cutting board. I slipped while putting it away…. You’re right. He may be home any minute. I had better go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” You then hang up. I sigh, “Aww. That was fun. You should have stayed on”. You reply, “I couldn’t have done this if I were on the phone.” At which point, facing me, you step beside my head and lower yourself to your knees, placing yourself on top of my face. Your knees spread allowing my face to bury deep between your thighs. I engulf you. Now that I have full access, I force my tongue deep inside you. Eagerly thrusting my tongue upwards, I pull you down on top of me. While my tongue penetrates you, my lips, covered with your wetness, slide back and forth across your clitoris. Applying pressure with my jaw, my lips slide back and forth. Taking in your fullness, and closing my mouth to squeeze you back out.

From this position, I can play with your breasts without fear of falling. I continue the earlier tease. Eventually pushing you back onto my uplifted thighs. You lean back, using my legs as a recliner. Rocking your hips to control the placement of my tongue. I continue the licking – aware that you now control the placement. I just keep licking and thrusting. Making sure that what you put in front of my mouth gets every bit of attention it needs and deserves. As I curl my tongue deep inside you, I press against your vaginal wall. You respond with a shake. As you relax, I do it again. I reach up and press down on your lower abdomen, increasing the pressure. I have reached the magic spot. Each time I cross it with my tongue you jerk uncontrollably. The additional pressure of my hand makes you scream a short, staccato, exhale every time I lick you. Soon your hips have found a rhythm. Your legs start contracting. You reach up, pressing my hand harder into your pelvis. You then start massaging your breasts, moaning softly as your hips continue their undulations.

You start to jerk slightly with each movement. I can feel the tension building. You reach down, and grabbing my hair with one hand, pull my head hard into your vagina. I redouble my efforts, pressing the heel of my hand into the pad of flesh above your clitoris, and rubbing in circles. My fingers continue to push on your pelvis. I continue thrusting my tongue – reaching deeper. Imagining my tongue filling you. Licking off all of the sweet juice now running from your lips.

Your jerking becomes urgent. You suddenly sit up and lean forward, sliding your hips back and forth violently. I cannot keep up with you. I eventually just stop moving and focus my efforts on licking and sucking. I release your hips and let you move them as you will. You press down against my face as hard as you dare – while still sliding back and forth over my open mouth. My tongue making rapid passed from your perineum to your clitoris… Back and forth. Back and forth… rapid, hard motions. You start to scream, “Yeeesss… Yeees… harder!!!” I press against you with my chin. Adding the hard resistance drives you over the edge. You rub hard every time you pass over my chin. My tongue and open lips lubricating you, my chin grinding into your clitoris. “AAAHHHhhhh” you cry, as the torrents of fluid pour from you. Down my face… I try to lick them from you, but there is too much. It continues to pour out of you… The sweetness of orgasm. Your rocking slows slightly. I reach in with my tongue to suck every drop from you. You respond by lifting off of me slightly – apparently sensitive to the thrusting. I lie back, and let you caress my tongue and face with your lips. You are in control now. Slowly moving over my wet face, using my tongue to trace out your lips – slowly moving across your clitoris. You glide your pelvis around my face, moaning lightly. Almost laughing…

“That wasn’t the way the night was supposed to start” you say to me… “But, if that’s only the beginning, then we will definitely need some dinner. I’m already starving after that.”

You slowly slide down my body to look me in the eyes. “If this is what happens when the kids are gone, remind me and I’ll find a reliable sitter!” You lean down and give me a long, deep kiss. Your tongue searching out mine. Tasting the fruits of our passion. I grab you in an embrace, and pull you against me. I break off the kiss and whisper, “how about a ‘welcome home’?”

You smile and start rocking your hips against my very swollen boxer shorts. “I was going to ask if you were ready for something to eat… But I guess you’ve already taken care of that! How about some dessert then?”

You reach down and remove my throbbing penis from my boxers. Knowing you are drenched, you rise up slightly and place yourself over my shaft. Slowly… Ever so slowly…. You descend. Accepting my penis like you are testing the waters of a hot bath. You lower yourself fully onto me. It’s much better after oral sex. When you can accept my whole length without pain. You move your hips gently – slowly – knowing that I cannot be far away after doing that to you. It’s at all times much faster for both of us after I’ve brought you that much pleasure.

I start to take long, deep breaths. My hips cycling with yours. Accentuating the up and down motion…

You lean forward, rubbing my chest as you rock your hips forward. You slowly lift yourself, squeezing me, milking me, then easing down again. My eyes closed, concentrating on the smooth, sliding motion. Trying not to cum too quickly. Ohhh… This is great! I can feel my climax slowly creeping up. ‘The boys’ begin to pull in tightly… A sure sign that we end is near.

You feel the tension building, and relax. Just sitting on me for a few moments. Using your muscles to clamp my penis. Hardly moving, you roll your muscles up and down. Such a subtle thing. I hardly notice my face flushing as my orgasm slowly begins to overtake me. My hips suddenly thrust upwards, throwing you into the air. You drop onto my hard! Pressing me ever deeper into you. The sudden pressure against the head of my penis sends my soaring over the edge. My hips thrust violently. You start to bounce in response. Up and down, as fast as your thighs will go. Our skin slapping together at every upward thrust of my hips…. You, almost coming off of me as you finish each stroke. Then together again with another loud ‘slap’. Faster and faster! Like an audience clapping….. Soon it sounds like a standing ovation! My ears filled with the smacking of skin, and a rushing, howling sound. It must be the blood coursing through my body as my heart races!

My hands grasp your breasts, and hold them firmly. Squeezing your nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Your nerves scream – at the moment in ecstasy! The urgency continues! Your nails dig into my chest. I hardly notice! The pain is all pleasure!

As our bodies meet again, I reach under your arms and pull you to me, not letting you rise. Driving my pelvis into you! Pressing all of me deep into your hot, throbbing sugar walls… I grunt repeatedly as I explode into you. Again and again. I just keep cumming. As you feel the pressure inside you, you lean back, stretching your stomach, increasing the tension of the nerves… Feeling every pulse. Every contraction. Every shot of semen…

Spent, I relax slightly underneath you, my hips undulating softly. Keeping a slow motion between us. Stimulating, but not so much as to be painful. You lean forward – “So much for dessert… Any other part of the meal you would like to deflate? I do have after-dinner mints, and a little wine?”

“A glass of wine would be Outstanding!”

You rise, offering a hand to me. I take it, and stand – noticing for the first time that I seem to have lost most of my balance sometime in the last hour… It’s difficult to stand! You push me towards the living room while you excuse yourself to the table.

Seated on a towel on the couch (You are so thoughtful), I notice the candles in the fireplace. I lean forward and light them. Very romantic… You walk in with two glasses of wine, and a few mints. The perfect finishing touch to a fabulous meal…

“Remind me to write this down sometime…” I say with a grin. “Why do you need to write this down?” you ask. “Well, what better weight loss program can you think of? Every time you get hungry, just embark on a wild, passionate encounter instead! I can see the title: ‘How to lose 20 pounds in 20 days while having fun!'”

After slapping me on the chest, you curl into my arm. “It’s good to have you home… We missed you.”

“Thanks. I missed you too….”

NSFW: yes

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