Slow is better...

The wife was supposed to arrive tomorrow.

I had to spend another evening alone.

I went to the store and bought a bottle of beer. Taking advantage of the fact that it got warmer outside, he began to drink beer right on the street, slowly puffing on a cigarette. Since I had not yet had dinner, I quickly felt that my head was spinning pleasantly, and I thought about what to prepare for the arrival of my wife.

I decided that I would buy a bottle of champagne, give her an essential oil bath, and give her a massage after the bath. I immediately remembered how I saw an erotic massage on TV, and there they used a cream so that the hands would slide more easily.

I went to the pharmacy and bought an oil with the intriguing name EROS and the promise that after this oil the erogenous zones would be more sensitive.

I was in some kind of excited anticipation. Never have I been so long without a wife since I began to live a regular life with her.

For 4 years, I got used to the fact that I can immediately satisfy the desire that has arisen, and several times I deliberately refrained from making love in the evening, so as not to annoy my wife and not turn myself on, so that I would want more the next day.

And this time for 10 days ... It seemed to me that I would finish from one touch to my wife, I recalled the sight of her spread white plump legs, and her plump shameful lips overgrown with curls of blond hair, between which pink folds barely peeked out ... I wanted to immediately throw off all my clothes at home and take off this burden of desire by masturbation, but for some reason it was a pity to part with SUCH excitement, with such a desire of this woman.

I started the next day by cleaning the house, cleaning the bathroom, and preparing dinner. Then I went to the shower, rinsed with pleasure. I also shortened my pubic hair, and with a razor I gave the hair a stripe shape, removing the vegetation from the crease between the stomach and thigh. The mood was solemn, as happens when you are preparing to go to someone's house.

Finally she arrived! I hugged her, and immediately began to kiss her neck, inhaling this native exciting smell. I stroked her shoulders and waist with my hands. I wanted to unceremoniously pull off her jeans, bend over and immediately enter her, but I held on, feeling that I would get more pleasure if I did not rush.

The next 2 hours passed in the usual bustle - lunch, sorting bags, stories about where they were and who they saw. All this time, my wife and I looked at each other, as if silently understanding what we want, and waiting for the moment when we can deal with each other in more detail ...

After 20 minutes, the wife came out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

I sat on the couch and watched TV quietly. She came up to me and stood between my legs. I grabbed her by the waist and pressed my cheek against her lower abdomen. Then I slowly laid her down on the sofa and sat down at my feet. For a minute I admired her legs, slowly moving my gaze up her thighs, then I began to stroke them with my hands. She closed her eyes and relaxed. I pulled the towel off her and her breasts were exposed, round and warm. I began to stroke them, trying not to touch the nipple and not looking away from him. A kind of languor of anticipation went through my body in waves, forcing me to stretch. I approached her and kissed her lips. How long have I wanted this! I alternately sucked either the lower or the upper lip, tugging at them with my tongue, then I took them together and stuck my tongue between them, catching the tongue of my beloved with it. Sweet Lips. I began to quickly kiss her neck, running from the chin to the bottom of the ear, and getting to the back of the head. I played with my tongue a little with the lobe of her ear, holding my breath, then with short kisses I went down to the collarbone, and moved to the shoulder, biting it lightly. I saw that little by little the wife's legs were trying, as if involuntarily, to move apart, and her breathing quickened. Taking the chest in my hand, I grabbed the nipple with my lips, and pulled it in a little, touching its tip with my tongue. She immediately leaned forward and groaned, her hands grabbing my head and pressing me tightly to her. I know what she likes and what makes her lose her mind. I immediately did the same with the second breast.

One of his wife's legs had already moved to the back of the sofa, and moisture glistened in the narrow slit of her pussy. When I see this - my already standing penis tenses even to a slightly painful state, but I don’t want to finish quickly, I continue to kiss her tummy, gently massaging her hips from the inside with my hands, I kiss her mound, go down the hollow with my tongue between the pubis and the thigh, and I reach her sweet slit, which is already completely filled with juice.

I parted the lips a little with my fingers, opening the pink shell, and I see that the folds above the entrance in one place have gathered a little and come out.

From this picture I lose my head, and I start to pull this pearl with my tongue, she moves, already involuntarily, towards me, and starts to twist her pelvis, I hear a groan, I put my finger on her clitoris, and I start licking all this juice, as if drawing circles with my tongue along all the folds, and moving up and down, from the place where the lips converge, and descending to the anus rose. The wife is already moaning constantly, her eyes are tightly closed. I bring the head of my cock to her entrance, and bathe it a little in this moisture, tickling the clitoris. Finally, I slowly press down, and fall into a burning cave. I lie down on my wife, she wraps her legs around my hips, and I pass my hands under her ass, squeeze her round buttocks in my hands, and start to move slowly, either pulling out the penis so that only the head remains in it, then pushing it into it so much, not as much as I can.

My wife is trembling, clinging tightly to me, incoherently whispering: "what ... you ...", and biting my neck. I feel my head spinning, I begin to growl softly, my movements speed up a little. With my index finger, I find a small hole in my wife's ass, she is wet from dripping lube. I begin to press on it in time with my movements, and the finger easily begins to sink shallowly inside. My wife's moan turns into a broken scream, my finger is massaging this magic ring more insistently and deeper, and now her body bends sharply, "ah!" stronger, and violently and rhythmically I pull her to me, nothing can stop me, tension grows in the lower abdomen, and together with my hoarse sigh, hot sperm escapes from me and hits the walls of her vagina with strong pushes, her little cave wraps around my penis, and brings me to a state of loss of connection with what is happening ... I can not open my eyes for a while, we lie down and restore our breath ...

... Evening, I turned on the water in the bathroom, and put the champagne to cool. Then I took out 2 warm woolen blankets, laid them on the floor, covered with a large clean ironed sheet, and scattered all the pillows and pillows in the house around the edges of this "nest". I also turned on the heater to keep the room warm and comfortable...

... My beloved lay in the bathroom, I sat on the edge, looked at her and poured warm water on her shoulders from the palm of my hand. Then she began to rinse, and in the meantime I opened the champagne, set and lit 2 large candles in the room. Then he went to the bathroom to rinse himself too, while his wife was drying her hair. And here we are reclining on the floor, the light from the candles shimmers on the crystal, "Cafe del Mar" is playing softly. We drink champagne and admire each other, sometimes kissing. I put down the glass and turn my beloved on her stomach. I myself sit on her legs, pour a little oil on her back, and begin to massage. I do not miss a single centimeter of her skin, I press with my fingers, lightly pinch and stroke her body. Having finished with the back and ass, I massage and stroke her legs. When I reach her small foot, I kiss each toe, then run my tongue between them. It turns her on, recently discovered, and this time she reacts with a sigh. I turn her over on her back, again pour a little oil, and massage starting from the shoulders, stroking her chest, tummy.

Hands glide over her body without obstacles, giving pleasure to both. I slightly parted her legs, and began to stroke her thighs, slightly squeezing them from the inside. The wife was completely relaxed, her eyes were covered, and probably the cream had some effect, because soon from the fact that I just stroked her, she began to breathe more often and bend, lifting her pelvis. She wanted me, now. I do not keep myself waiting, and settle down between her legs, start kissing her already wet pussy, play with her clitoris with my tongue. Then I turn and get on all fours over her so that her head is between my legs, and continue to caress her with my tongue. She greedily grabs my cock with her lips, and I can feel how hot her mouth is. Bliss begins, hot wet bliss. When I begin to feel that I will soon come, I move away from her mouth, which does not quite want to let me go.

I catch my breath a little, kneeling next to her, stroking her crotch with one hand. One finger I began, teasingly, shallowly enter into it. And then for the first time she passed her unwillingness to touch herself, she began to caress herself in front of my eyes, I only dreamed about it. I have long wanted to see how a girl caresses herself. Trust me - it's beautiful. For a long time, as if by chance, I put her finger on her clitoris, but she drove it left and right a couple of times, and immediately pressed my hand to her. And today she did not try to transfer the initiative to me, but became more and more carried away by herself, her finger flew across the open bosom, drew circles, zigzags, then froze, but started again, picking up speed, then pressed hard at some point, then came off and gently hit. I looked at her with adoration and helped - caressed her hips, pushed her big lips apart, stroked her stomach, took her nipples with both hands, squeezed them a little, pulled them back and twisted - she liked everything! I inserted two fingers into her and began to massage the front wall of her vagina. It was great! She moaned and writhed. I added fuel to the fire - I took one finger out of her, he was covered in her lubricant, and began to caress her anus in a circular motion, getting closer to the center. Then I slightly increased the pressure, and the finger squeezed a little into the ring, I began to screw it further, as it were, until it completely fit there. After waiting for a while, I stuck out my finger a little, and pressed again. Her ass began to relax, and soon I began to move my hand, having it with two fingers in both holes. She couldn’t stand it anymore, she began to scream, strongly arched and finished, I stopped moving and felt both my fingers clasping and releasing the muscles in her, to the rhythm of her moans, she still could not calm down, and her peak continued for several seconds before her buttocks hit the floor again. After giving her a little breath, I turned her on her stomach, asked her to sit up and put pillows under her. For a moment, I admired this spectacle: the body of the wife was relaxed, her legs were spread, her ass was raised, her little cave was opened in all its splendor and was calling my boy. I put it to the hot wet lips and in one motion went into her full length.

Accompanying was a grateful sigh of her beloved. I began to love her with slow, deep and assertive movements, then I changed the rhythm: 3 times I often entered it only with my head, and on the 4th time to the very end, abruptly. Then I tried 4 short ones and 2 long ones. My wife felt that I was playing with her, and from this unusual pace she turned on great. Feeling the approach of an incredible orgasm, I stopped dividing short and long ones, my body itself carried me to put and put her pussy on my phallus, I firmly held her waist, I reveled in the spectacle of my piston entering and leaving her, followed by her small sponges. From the growing tension, I closed my eyes, completely switching to my sensations of approaching bliss, and so I pulled her ass to me for the last time, and with a dull growl splashed into her, she closed her eyes tightly and tensed, and immediately a long groan, she smiled without opening her eyes.

Without leaving her, I lay down on her back and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her gratefully. A minute later we fell asleep. I woke up when my member, weakening, jumped out of her, and I felt cool. Streams of sperm flowed down her thighs, which I grabbed and wiped with a prepared napkin, then I gently wiped her bosom dry from all moisture, picked up the sleeping princess in my arms and carried her to the bedroom on the bed. Pressing my stomach against her ass and hugging my wife so as to take her breasts in my palm, I fell into a dream ...



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