Cava Nights, Heated Hearts

It was our ninth anniversary, and we’d planned an Indian feast afterward, unwinding from a brutal day’s work in our backyard. When I got home, Sharon was already there, so we headed out to our garden to soak up the late afternoon sun. I suggested opening a bottle of Spanish Cava, something we’d had in the fridge, to “get us in the mood.”

Before cracking the bottles, I retreated upstairs, shedding my suit and slipping into shorts and a t-shirt. It was a sweltering day, and we were alone, so I also discarded my underpants. The warmth of the sun, combined with the alcohol, began to melt away any lingering tension between us. We started running our hands over each other’s legs, Sharon in her shorts and me in mine. As we drained the Iberian Champagne, our touches became increasingly intimate. She was stroking my penis, the sensitive skin around my balls, while I traced the edges of her underwear, gently touching her lips. I could sense her arousal, and her light touch was a delicious tease. Our neighbors were out and about, but we didn’t seem to notice, lost in our shared pleasure.

After a few passionate kisses, we decided to move inside to properly celebrate our anniversary. I gulped down the last of my glass, savoring the lingering warmth, and waited while Sharon finished hers, taking her time to prolong the anticipation. For about five minutes, she tantalized me with her delaying, her fingers brushing lightly across my skin. Finally, we were ready, just as our neighbors brought dinner outside. We exchanged pleasantries nonchalantly, though I had to angle my entry slightly, holding the bottle in front of me to conceal the obvious erection Sharon had provoked.

I headed upstairs first, shedding my shorts and t-shirt, and lay on my back on the bed, my hard penis displayed for her enjoyment. When Sharon arrived, I noticed, for the first time that evening, just how stunning she looked. As I admired her beauty, she began a slow, sensual striptease – first unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders, then unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Once she’d made sure I’d thoroughly enjoyed her perfectly rounded and petite breasts, she turned, unbuttoned her shorts, and slowly slid them down her legs, wiggling her thong-clad bottom with an alluring display of seduction. I stopped her from removing her panties, wanting to savor the sensation of her skin through them.

We lay together on the bed, kissing, touching, and generally arousing each other until I could no longer resist and slipped off her skimpy panties, revealing the beautiful dark hair of her love spot. I sat astride her naked, prone body, topping up our glasses while Sharon continued to stroke my hard penis. As I finished pouring, I deliberately spilled some between her breasts. As it pooled there, I moved down the bed, lay on top of her, fully extended my tongue, and started lapping up the sweet liquid, ensuring it spread across her hardening breasts and nipples. I followed the dispersal with my tongue over her nipples, eliciting sighs of pleasure from her.

Soon, Sharon said, “Right, my turn!” and we swapped places. I lay flat on my back, and she knelt beside me, clutching her glass before striking a direct hit on my left nipple. Sharon was a bit over-enthusiastic, and I ended up with the Cava spilling down across my breastbone and down my armpit in the opposite direction. She began to clean things up slowly and seductively with her warm, wet tongue, getting me even more aroused with each circuit around my nipple. As she neared completion, I worried that my turn was about to be over, so I asked if she was going to even things out by attacking my right side next.

“No…” she replied, which made my heart sink slightly, before I noticed her shuffling down the bed, glass in hand. Within a brief second, I could feel an effervescent liquid being drizzled over the back of my penis, over my tight balls, and then running off fizzing and stinging gently between my buttocks. In no time, she was putting her tongue to work again, lapping and licking and sucking me. This continued for a considerable amount of time, long after the drink had been consumed off of me. The only thing that stopped me from climaxing then and there was the strange tingling sensation between my buttocks.

Once we had both enjoyed ourselves in this manner for long enough, Sharon knelt back up and said, “My turn again!” I lay flat on my back, desperate to reciprocate, and waited, as she lay prone beside me. I asked, “Where would you like me to start?” hoping for an invitation to begin between her legs to return the favor. She responded with a surprisingly non-committal answer, “I don’t mind,” she said, “you choose.” “But if I choose, I might decide somewhere you don’t want,” I replied, as I had to walk in at an awkward angle while holding the bottle in front of me to hide the obvious erection she had given me. “Unlikely!” she exclaimed, before shuffling down the bed, her legs apart, and beginning to rub her thighs together, clearly getting turned on by my lustful glances towards her dark mound. “But if you’re going to choose there, then you don’t need to waste your drink!” she continued.

As a matter of fact, my wife enjoys oral sex from time to time, but to receive such a blatant invitation is unusual. I put my glass to one side, and as I moved down the bed, she spread her legs just wide enough for me to see the glistening from her lips and take in the wonderful, unique aroma of her wetness.

I started kissing gently at first, on her mound, moving down, brushing my lips against hers, before moving my eager tongue up and down her slit and then into her. I could tell she was beginning to enjoy this, and I was reveling in the sensation of her wetness all over my mouth. Looking up as I continued lapping at her, our eyes met. Seeing the pleasure in her eyes, the taste of her on my tongue, and her soft thighs against the side of my face – this was almost enough to make me come all over the bed sheets.

When I thought I could hold off no longer, I decided to move to something else so I didn’t spoil all the fun by climaxing first. I edged slightly to one side and rubbed my fingers between her legs. This is something she enjoys virtually every time. Where she was already excited and wet, I slid my middle finger inside her almost right away and moved it slightly in and out while she tensed her body around it. I have always had long, thin fingers – pianist’s hands, my family told me, but they would be horrified to see what I was doing with them now! As my finger moved deeper and deeper, all the way up to the knuckle, I wanted a better view, so I moved until I was on top of my wife, face inches away from her finger-filled wet love spot, with the very acceptable by-product of having my penis and balls draping against her face. This brought no complaints from her as she enjoyed me touching her and complemented it by starting to lick the length of my hard member again, with the occasional lick and suck of my balls. We both continued getting worked up before deciding to move before our bodies got too stiff – the bits that shouldn’t get stiff, that is!

She asked to lie with her back towards me so that I could drape my arm around her waist and finger her that way, while I rested my engorged penis between her thighs. Once again, I didn’t object, and we had just started when she exercised her prerogative to change her mind again. She wanted to continue in this vein, but instead, while we were kneeling up on the bed, so we could both see our intertwined bodies in the dressing table mirror, she seemed to be doing all my favorite things, so I decided to continue this as we watched our bodies almost controlling themselves while we looked on. The sight of her naked body, kneeling, legs apart; her arms wrapped around behind her, pulling on my buttocks so that I was pressed against her, my overexcited penis rubbing against her dark wet love spot, hand rubbing between her legs. An awesome sight. After a few minutes, she suddenly turned around, flopped forward on the bed to lie on her front, and pulled me towards her. As I started to lie on top of her, she pulled my hand around her waist again until she pressed the fingers of my right hand against her love spot. Her body was now drenched in sweat, and her own juices; my fingers slipped easily inside her again. She held my hand in place with both her hands and then proceeded to rock and buck with considerable force against my hand and around my finger. She was getting very excited and did this for about five long, enjoyable minutes, before muttering about stopping, as she wanted to come with me. “I want to feel you come,” I responded, and took control of the rhythm again as I continued to masturbate her. Before long, she cried out, and I felt the rippling and clenching of her orgasm on my finger.

She didn’t pause for breath for long before rolling over, legs still spread wide, and said, “Right, finger time over, time for penis now.” I paused to slowly and deliberately lick and suck her sweet wetness of my finger before moving my hand down her body, and she had moved slightly to the side, she began to rub her thighs together and she was clearly getting turned on by my lustful glances towards her dark mound. “But if I choose I might decide somewhere that you don’t want”, I replied. “Unlikely!” she said, before shuffling down the bed glass in hand again. Within a brief second, I could feel an effervescent liquid being drizzled over the back of my penis, over my tight balls, and then running off fizzing and stinging gently between my buttocks. In no time at all, she was putting her tongue to work once more, lapping and licking and sucking me. This went on for a considerable amount of time, long after the drink had been consumed off of me. The only thing that stopped me from climaxing then and there was the strange tingling sensation between my buttocks.

Once we had both enjoyed ourselves in this way for long enough, Sharon knelt back up and said, “My turn again!” I lay flat on my back, desperate to reciprocate, and waited, as she lay prone beside me. I asked, “Where would you like me to start?” hoping for an invitation to begin between her legs to return the favor. She responded with a surprisingly non-committal answer, “I don’t mind,” she said, “you choose.” “But if I choose, I might decide somewhere you don’t want,” I replied, as I had to walk in at an awkward angle while holding the bottle in front of me to hide the obvious erection she had given me. “Unlikely!” she exclaimed, before shuffling down the bed, her legs apart, and beginning to rub her thighs together, clearly getting turned on by my lustful glances towards her dark mound. “But if you’re going to choose there, then you don’t need to waste your drink!” she continued.

As a matter of fact, my wife enjoys oral sex from time to time, but to receive such a blatant invitation is unusual. I put my glass to one side, and as I moved down the bed, she spread her legs just wide enough for me to see the glistening from her lips and take in the wonderful, unique aroma of her wetness.

I started kissing gently at first, on her mound, moving down, brushing my lips against hers, before moving my eager tongue up and down her slit and then into her. I could tell she was beginning to enjoy this, and I was reveling in the sensation of her wetness all over my mouth. Looking up as I continued lapping at her, our eyes met. Seeing the pleasure in her eyes, the taste of her on my tongue, and her soft thighs against the side of my face – this was almost enough to make me come all over the bed sheets.

When I thought I could hold off no longer, I decided to move to something else so I didn’t spoil all the fun by climaxing first. I edged slightly to one side and rubbed my fingers between her legs. This is something she enjoys virtually every time. Where she was already excited and wet, I slid my middle finger inside her almost right away and moved it slightly in and out while she tensed her body around it. I have always had long, thin fingers – pianist’s hands, my family told me, but they would be horrified to see what I was doing with them now! As my finger moved deeper and deeper, all the way up to the knuckle, I wanted a better view, so I moved until I was on top of my wife, face inches away from her finger-filled wet love spot, with the very acceptable by-product of having my penis and balls draping against her face. This brought no complaints from her as she enjoyed me touching her and complemented it by starting to lick the length of my hard member again, with the occasional lick and suck of my balls. We both continued getting worked up before deciding to move before our bodies got too stiff – the bits that shouldn’t get stiff, that is!

She asked to lie with her back towards me so that I could drape my arm around her waist and finger her that way, while I rested my engorged penis between her thighs. Once again, I didn’t object, and we had just started when she exercised her prerogative to change her mind again. She wanted to continue in this vein, but instead, while we were kneeling up on the bed, so we could both see our intertwined bodies in the dressing table mirror, she seemed to be doing all my favorite things, so I decided to continue this as we watched our bodies almost controlling themselves while we looked on. The sight of her naked body, kneeling, legs apart; her arms wrapped around behind her, pulling on my buttocks so that I was pressed against her, my overexcited penis rubbing against her dark wet love spot, hand rubbing between her legs. An awesome sight. After a few minutes, she suddenly turned around, flopped forward on the bed to lie on her front, and pulled me towards her. As I started to lie on top of her, she pulled my hand around her waist again until she pressed the fingers of my right hand against her love spot. Her body was now drenched in sweat, and her own juices; my fingers slipped easily inside her again. She held my hand in place with both her hands and then proceeded to rock and buck with considerable force against my hand and around my finger. She was getting very excited and did this for about five long, enjoyable minutes, before muttering about stopping, as she wanted to come with me. “I want to feel you come,” I responded, and took control of the rhythm again as I continued to masturbate her. Before long, she cried out, and I felt the rippling and clenching of her orgasm on my finger.

She didn’t pause for breath for long before rolling over, legs still spread wide, and said, “Right, finger time over, time for penis now.” I paused to slowly and deliberately lick and suck her sweet wetness of my finger before moving my hand down her body, and she had moved slightly to the side, she began to rub her thighs together and she was clearly getting turned on by my lustful glances towards her dark mound. “But if I choose I might decide somewhere that you don’t want,” I replied. “Unlikely!” she exclaimed, before shuffling down the bed glass in hand again. Within a brief second, I could feel an effervescent liquid being drizzled over the back of my penis, over my tight balls, and then running off fizzing and stinging gently between my buttocks. In no time at all, she was putting her tongue to work once more, lapping and licking and sucking me. This went on for a considerable amount of time, long after the drink had been consumed off of me. The only thing that stopped me from climaxing then and there was the strange tingling sensation between my buttocks.

Once we had both enjoyed ourselves in this way for long enough, Sharon knelt back up and said, “My turn again!” I lay flat on my back, desperate to reciprocate, and waited, as she lay prone beside me. I asked, “Where would you like me to start?” hoping for an invitation to begin between her legs to return the favor. She responded with a surprisingly non-committal answer, “I don’t mind,” she said, “you choose.” “But if I choose, I might decide somewhere you don’t want,” I replied, as I had to walk in at an awkward angle while holding the bottle in front of me to hide the obvious erection she had given me. “Unlikely!” she exclaimed, before shuffling down the bed, her legs apart, and beginning to rub her thighs together, clearly getting turned on by my lustful glances towards her dark mound. “But if you’re going to choose there, then you don’t need to waste your drink!” she continued.

As a matter of fact, my wife enjoys oral sex from time to time, but to receive such a blatant invitation is unusual. I put my glass to one side, and as I moved down the bed, she spread her legs just wide enough for me to see the glistening from her lips and take in the wonderful, unique aroma of her wetness.

I started kissing gently at first, on her mound, moving down, brushing my lips against hers, before moving my eager tongue up and down her slit and then into her. I could tell she was beginning to enjoy this, and I was reveling in the sensation of her wetness all over my mouth. Looking up as I continued lapping at her, our eyes met. Seeing the pleasure in her eyes, the taste of her on my tongue, and her soft thighs against the side of my face – this was almost enough to make me come all over the bed sheets.

When I thought I could hold off no longer, I decided to move to something else so I didn’t spoil all the fun by climaxing first. I edged slightly to one side and rubbed my fingers between her legs. This is something she enjoys virtually every time. Where she was already excited and wet, I slid my middle finger inside her almost right away and moved it slightly in and out while she tensed her body around it. I have always had long, thin fingers – pianist’s hands, my family told me, but they would be horrified to see what I was doing with them now! As my finger moved deeper and deeper, all the way up to the knuckle, I wanted a better view, so I moved until I was on top of my wife, face inches away from her finger-filled wet love spot, with the very acceptable by-product of having my penis and balls draping against her face. This brought no complaints from her as she enjoyed me touching her and complemented it by starting to lick the length of my hard member again, with the occasional lick and suck of my balls. We both continued getting worked up before deciding to move before our bodies got too stiff – the bits that shouldn’t

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