Her Invitation: Slow & Sensual

We were blessed with a marriage filled with passion and a vibrant, fulfilling sex life. One of our favorite ways to connect was sharing intimate evenings together – dinners, movies, leisurely strolls where the focus was simply being together. It took a whispered suggestion from my wife that turned our evening out into something truly special. “When we get home,” she murmured, a playful glint in her eyes, “would you like to watch me?” Acting as if I wasn’t quite sure what she was hinting at, I pressed her for more details. “Let these images settle in your mind, slowly strip down, tease, no touching for you, a hands-free vibrator, slow, deliberate movements and quiet sounds that intensify as you watch me, doing me,” she replied, her voice soft and alluring. Getting home felt like an eternity!

The moment we stepped through the front door, the performance began. As she walked through the house, her silk blouse slowly slipped off her shoulders, revealing a tight, sheer lace top with a low-cut, open-front bra underneath. Reaching our bedroom as quickly as possible, I found her standing at the foot of the bed, facing the expansive wall mirror.

She stood there, fully visible in the mirror's reflection, a captivating silhouette against the backdrop of our luxurious room. Reaching up beneath her short skirt, her low moans echoed through the space, more eloquent than a thousand words. With her ample backside only a foot away, her legs spread wide, her hands moved to her beautiful, full breasts. Initially, she held and kneaded both breasts through her sheer top, her body tensing with anticipation. Looking over her shoulder, she reminded me to keep my hands off! Pulling her top down below her breasts, she asked in a breathless whisper, “How is the show so far?” “FANTASTIC,” was my immediate, fervent reply.

Turning towards me, she leaned forward, her hands resting on the side rails of the plush, velvet love seat at the end of the bed. Presenting her full, magnificent tits right in my face was an obvious turn-on for both of us. Peeking over her shoulder, I caught a perfect view of what was hidden beneath that skirt. “Are you ready for the rest of the show?” she inquired, standing up and pulling her sheer top off completely.

“Absolutely,” I replied, my voice thick with desire.

Retrieving a couple of plush pillows from the bed, she placed them on the floor directly in front of me. Kneeling down on both knees, she held her magnificent tits in her hands and began working both nipples with the tips of her fingers. “Oh, these tits feel good, be patient, and you’ll enjoy them with me,” she said, her gaze fixed downward on her handiwork. Next came the rocking motion, as the hands-free vibrator started its insistent rhythm, truly getting to her. Placing her hands on my thigh, she moved her head closer, moaning and whispering, “You want me to take you in my mouth? Answer, ‘YES!’”

The rocking motion grew more intense and faster with each stroke, her body writhing with pleasure. Reaching for her mound, she cupped the vibe in her hand, pressing it gently against her sensitive flesh. “You want to know what I think, ‘I think you like watching me, do me,’” she gasped out between moans. I asked her if she wanted to continue on her own, or if I could help. “I’ll let you help if you promise me one thing,” she replied. “Whatever you want.” At that point, I would have promised anything!

Her request was simple, yet incredibly enticing: later that night, I had to make love to her again. An easy agreement to make, given the escalating heat between us. Standing up, she took my hand and placed it over her mound, “Finger me and gently press the inside part of the vibe against my G-Spot!” As I slipped my finger between her wet lips, she couldn't stand still. Rolling her hips forward, she gasped out, “Come on, keep fingerin’ me, ummm, my pussy is feelin’ so…. leaning forward close to my ear, she just barely whispered, “…so fucking good, here, watch me cum.”

I could see and feel her entire body contract as she reached the peak of pleasure, lost in the intense sensations. She pushed up with one hand on my shoulder while the other one kept working her tits. After a few minutes, catching her breath, she turned her vibe off, and with one slow descent, went straight to me. “Now watch and enjoy this,” she said, taking me in her mouth. Only once did she come up, “Hold still for me and let me work you in, you’ll love watching your dick completely disappear past my lips, and after you cum, we rest, for a little while… and then the next show, well, you’ll have to wait and see.”

Looking into my eyes, she plunged deeper, and I plunged with her. YES! The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left me gasping for air. When we finally pulled apart, breathless and spent, she looked at me with a knowing smile. Her body was slick with arousal, her breathing ragged. She gently wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then leaned back against the headboard, her eyes locked on mine.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure.

“More than you know,” I replied, my voice still shaky with excitement.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “Good. Because I have a few more surprises in store for you later.” And with that, she turned away, leaving me to savor the lingering heat and anticipation of what was to come. The thought of our next encounter sent shivers down my spine, a potent blend of desire and excitement. This was just the beginning. The evening had transformed into a night of unparalleled pleasure, and I couldn’t wait to see what other delights awaited us. I knew, with absolute certainty, that our passion for each other would only continue to grow stronger with each passing moment. The image of her, slowly stripping down and captivating me with her beauty and sensuality, would forever be etched in my mind, a constant reminder of the incredible connection we shared. It was a truly magical night, one that would undoubtedly live on in our memories as a testament to our enduring love and lust. And as I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of our next encounter, eager to once again lose myself in the intoxicating pleasure of her touch. The world outside faded away, replaced by the vibrant sensations of her body, a constant reminder of the incredible intimacy we shared. The night had been perfect, and I couldn’t wait to experience it all over again.

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