Leather Dreams, Late Night Delight

A few years ago, my wife and I owned a large, heavy dark brown leather couch. It was long enough to easily stretch out your legs for sleeping. It had three sections with wide, well-padded armrests at each end. The dimensions, great support and comfort naturally led to other activities.

One night, we were watching our local pro baseball team as they played a team located on the West Coast. Due to the time zone difference, the game started late, about 9 PM our time, so we had already changed into sleeping clothes and settled onto our favorite couch. My wife was wearing a thin nightshirt, long enough to cover a few inches below her rear end. It’s one of my favorites because it nicely hugs Janet’s short (5’5″) stature and medium frame—she needs that medium frame to support her large (36DDD) breasts. I am the same height, about 155 pounds, relatively fit in appearance (except for a slight ‘middle age’ belly). I had on my “lucky” sleeping gear: black workout shorts made from some sort of slippery material and a thin yellow T-shirt made from the same type of slippery “performance” material. The shirt is formfitting and clingy. Many times over the years, when I have worn this shirt, Janet has not been able to keep her hands off my chest. I wear this shirt as often as possible because one never knows when its aphrodisiac properties might cause “good fortune” to occur. This particular night, my lucky outfit worked its magic to perfection and led to a great experience.

We sat beside each other on our large, brown leather couch. The only light in our large family room came from the television screen and some lights we had left on in the next room. I watched the game with muted volume so as not to disturb my wife’s activities; she was scanning her phone and iPad reading news, etc. I felt her snuggle up close against my left side.

“How’s the game?” Janet asked.

“Pretty good,” I stated. “We’re ahead by a run, and it’s the last at-bat for the other team.”

“Nice…” she continued, while inching even closer. “So are you going to watch until the end? Don’t you think we should go to bed soon?”

It was 11:00 PM. “I have a day off from work tomorrow, so it’s not a problem,” I responded, oblivious to her hints. (What in the world was I thinking?)

My wife watched a little while, but soon I felt her left hand slide over my belly and trail slowly upwards. Her fingers began a light exploration of my chest and crept closer to my nipples.

Finally realizing my wife’s intentions, I said, “I can turn off the TV…”

“Oh, no,” She interrupted softly. “You wanted to watch baseball. I’ll just play on my own until the game is over.” By the sweet tone of her voice, I could tell she wasn’t irritated by my “husbandly ignorance,” but obviously she was in the mood to get things started. My penalty for being the oblivious husband was having to endure some wonderful teasing foreplay until the game finished. My heart leaped at my good fortune, and I inwardly reveled at the blessing of having a quietly sensual wife—and wearing an outfit that “peaked her interest.”

As the opposing team batted, Janet continued her slow, deliberate approach. Her fingertips scritched and scratched lightly until they had my right nipple in their sights. A slow circling around the target followed by a teasing flick or two on my hardening nubbin made it and my penis both spring to life. I gasped and swallowed under Janet’s expert touch and started to reach over to her.

“Now keep your hands down,” my wife instructed quietly.

“Mmmf!” I huffed with impatience, but I obeyed readily. The game was almost over, and then I could enjoy “returning the favors.”

I kept still while Janet continued teasing my chest, her fingers working through the fabric of the shirt. As she toyed with my body, I couldn’t help but gasp and moan lightly with delight. It was becoming harder to hold still, and then we noticed our team was changing pitchers.

“Oh, no!” My wife smiled, sounding almost gleeful at the game’s turn of events. “It looks like this will take a while…”

Janet was correct. Pitching changes always prolong the game for several minutes, and that evidently meant more foreplay was in store for me! She shifted closer and began lightly kissing my neck while her hand slipped under my shirt.

“Mmmm,” she murmured contentedly. Her fingers crept upwards on my bare skin and she resumed a wonderful, relentless teasing of my chest and nipples. She went from one side to the other flicking, caressing, and lightly tweaking my tiny tips.

My breathing became erratic, and slightly louder noises escaped my lips. I had lost all concentration on the game because of my wife’s sensual distractions. The presence of my tight shirt was becoming annoying because it restricted her hand movements under the fabric. I definitely wanted her to have easy access to my sensitive chest.

“Please,” I whispered, “may I take off my shirt?”

Janet kept her fingers moving as she made me wait several seconds for an answer before finally smiling. “Yes.” Then she enthusiastically aided me as I pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

I took this opportunity to turn off the game and switched the TV to screensaver mode to eliminate the constantly changing light from the motions of live television. Now with a steady low light coming from the television and some from the adjoining room, we had a perfect amount of dim illumination for our couch activities.

My wife’s eyes gleamed with anticipation and desire as she looked at my bare chest. Her fingers soon followed, and she resumed playing on my torso. After a bit, Janet held onto the back of the couch with her right hand and leaned over in front of me so her mouth could reach my left nipple, and she began gently tasting and flicking the sensitive point.

I gasped and groaned anew at her exquisite oral teasing as her left hand felt for my stiff penis, now tenting the fabric of my workout shorts.

Finally realizing my wife’s intentions, I said, “I can turn off the TV…”

“Oh, no,” She interrupted softly. “You wanted to watch baseball. I’ll just play on my own until the game is over.” By the sweet tone of her voice, I could tell she wasn’t irritated by my “husbandly ignorance,” but obviously she was in the mood to get things started. My penalty for being the oblivious husband was having to endure some wonderful teasing foreplay until the game finished. My heart leaped at my good fortune, and I inwardly reveled at the blessing of having a quietly sensual wife—and wearing an outfit that “peaked her interest.”

As the opposing team batted, Janet continued her slow, deliberate approach. Her fingertips scritched and scratched lightly until they had my right nipple in their sights. A slow circling around the target followed by a teasing flick or two on my hardening nubbin made it and my penis both spring to life. I gasped and swallowed under Janet’s expert touch and started to reach over to her.

“Now keep your hands down,” my wife instructed quietly.

“Mmmf!” I huffed with impatience, but I obeyed readily. The game was almost over, and then I could enjoy “returning the favors.”

I kept still while Janet continued teasing my chest, her fingers working through the fabric of the shirt. As she toyed with my body, I couldn’t help but gasp and moan lightly with delight. It was becoming harder to hold still, and then we noticed our team was changing pitchers.

“Oh, no!” My wife smiled, sounding almost gleeful at the game’s turn of events. “It looks like this will take a while…”

Janet was correct. Pitching changes always prolong the game for several minutes, and that evidently meant more foreplay was in store for me! She shifted closer and began lightly kissing my neck while her hand slipped under my shirt.

“Mmmm,” she murmured contentedly. Her fingers crept upwards on my bare skin and she resumed a wonderful, relentless teasing of my chest and nipples. She went from one side to the other flicking, caressing, and lightly tweaking my tiny tips.

My breathing became erratic, and slightly louder noises escaped my lips. I had lost all concentration on the game because of my wife’s sensual distractions. The presence of my tight shirt was becoming annoying because it restricted her hand movements under the fabric. I definitely wanted her to have easy access to my sensitive chest.

“Please,” I whispered, “may I take off my shirt?”

Janet kept her fingers moving as she made me wait several seconds for an answer before finally smiling. “Yes.” Then she enthusiastically aided me as I pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

I took this opportunity to turn off the game and switched the TV to screensaver mode to eliminate the constantly changing light from the motions of live television. Now with a steady low light coming from the television and some from the adjoining room, we had a perfect amount of dim illumination for our couch activities.

My wife’s eyes gleamed with anticipation and desire as she looked at my bare chest. Her fingers soon followed, and she resumed playing on my torso. After a bit, Janet held onto the back of the couch with her right hand and leaned over in front of me so her mouth could reach my left nipple, and she began gently tasting and flicking the sensitive point.

I gasped and groaned anew at her exquisite oral teasing as her left hand felt for my stiff penis, now tenting the fabric of my workout shorts.

Finally realizing my wife’s intentions, I said, “I can turn off the TV…”

“Oh, no,” She interrupted softly. “You wanted to watch baseball. I’ll just play on my own until the game is over.” By the sweet tone of her voice, I could tell she wasn’t irritated by my “husbandly ignorance,” but obviously she was in the mood to get things started. My penalty for being the oblivious husband was having to endure some wonderful teasing foreplay until the game finished. My heart leaped at my good fortune, and I inwardly reveled at the blessing of having a quietly sensual wife—and wearing an outfit that “peaked her interest.”

As the opposing team batted, Janet continued her slow, deliberate approach. Her fingertips scritched and scratched lightly until they had my right nipple in their sights. A slow circling around the target followed by a teasing flick or two on my hardening nubbin made it and my penis both spring to life. I gasped and swallowed under Janet’s expert touch and started to reach over to her.

“Now keep your hands down,” my wife instructed quietly.

“Mmmf!” I huffed with impatience, but I obeyed readily. The game was almost over, and then I could enjoy “returning the favors.”

I kept still while Janet continued teasing my chest, her fingers working through the fabric of the shirt. As she toyed with my body, I couldn’t help but gasp and moan lightly with delight. It was becoming harder to hold still, and then we noticed our team was changing pitchers.

“Oh, no!” My wife smiled, sounding almost gleeful at the game’s turn of events. “It looks like this will take a while…”

Janet was correct. Pitching changes always prolong the game for several minutes, and that evidently meant more foreplay was in store for me! She shifted closer and began lightly kissing my neck while her hand slipped under my shirt.

“Mmmm,” she murmured contentedly. Her fingers crept upwards on my bare skin and she resumed a wonderful, relentless teasing of my chest and nipples. She went from one side to the other flicking, caressing, and lightly tweaking my tiny tips.

My breathing became erratic, and slightly louder noises escaped my lips. I had lost all concentration on the game because of my wife’s sensual distractions. The presence of my tight shirt was becoming annoying because it restricted her hand movements under the fabric. I definitely wanted her to have easy access to my sensitive chest.

“Please,” I whispered, “may I take off my shirt?”

Janet kept her fingers moving as she made me wait several seconds for an answer before finally smiling. “Yes.” Then she enthusiastically aided me as I pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

I took this opportunity to turn off the game and switched the TV to screensaver mode to eliminate the constantly changing light from the motions of live television. Now with a steady low light coming from the television and some from the adjoining room, we had a perfect amount of dim illumination for our couch activities.

My wife’s eyes gleamed with anticipation and desire as she looked at my bare chest. Her fingers soon followed, and she resumed playing on my torso. After a bit, Janet held onto the back of the couch with her right hand and leaned over in front of me so her mouth could reach my left nipple, and she began gently tasting and flicking the sensitive point.

I gasped and groaned anew at her exquisite oral teasing as her left hand felt for my stiff penis, now tenting the fabric of my workout shorts.

Finally realizing my wife’s intentions, I said, “I can turn off the TV…”

“Oh, no,” She interrupted softly. “You wanted to watch baseball. I’ll just play on my own until the game is over.” By the sweet tone of her voice, I could tell she wasn’t irritated by my “husbandly ignorance,” but obviously she was in the mood to get things started. My penalty for being the oblivious husband was having to endure some wonderful teasing foreplay until the game finished. My heart leaped at my good fortune, and I inwardly reveled at the blessing of having a quietly sensual wife—and wearing an outfit that “peaked her interest.”

As the opposing team batted, Janet continued her slow, deliberate approach. Her fingertips scritched and scratched lightly until they had my right nipple in their sights. A slow circling around the target followed by a teasing flick or two on my hardening nubbin made it and my penis both spring to life. I gasped and swallowed under Janet’s expert touch and started to reach over to her.

“Now keep your hands down,” my wife instructed quietly.

“Mmmf!” I huffed with impatience, but I obeyed readily. The game was almost over, and then I could enjoy “returning the favors.”

I kept still while Janet continued teasing my chest, her fingers working through the fabric of the shirt. As she toyed with my body, I couldn’t help but gasp and moan lightly with delight. It was becoming harder to hold still, and then we noticed our team was changing pitchers.

“Oh, no!” My wife smiled, sounding almost gleeful at the game’s turn of events. “It looks like this will take a while…”

Janet was correct. Pitching changes always prolong the game for several minutes, and that evidently meant more foreplay was in store for me! She shifted closer and began lightly kissing my neck while her hand slipped under my shirt.

“Mmmm,” she murmured contentedly. Her fingers crept upwards on my bare skin and she resumed a wonderful, relentless teasing of my chest and nipples. She went from one side to the other flicking, caressing, and lightly tweaking my tiny tips.

My breathing became erratic, and slightly louder noises escaped my lips. I had lost all concentration on the game because of my wife’s sensual distractions. The presence of my tight shirt was becoming annoying because it restricted her hand movements under the fabric. I definitely wanted her to have easy access to my sensitive chest.

“Please,” I whispered, “may I take off my shirt?”

Janet kept her fingers moving as she made me wait several seconds for an answer before finally smiling. “Yes.” Then she enthusiastically aided me as I pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

I took this opportunity to turn off the game and switched the TV to screensaver mode to eliminate the constantly changing light from the motions of live television. Now with a steady low light coming from the television and some from the adjoining room, we had a perfect amount of dim illumination for our couch activities.

My wife’s eyes gleamed with anticipation and desire as she looked at my bare chest. Her fingers soon followed, and she resumed playing on my torso. After a bit, Janet held onto the back of the couch with her right hand and leaned over in front of me so her mouth could reach my left nipple, and she began gently tasting and flicking the sensitive point.

I gasped and groaned anew at her exquisite oral teasing as her left hand felt for my stiff penis, now tenting the fabric of my workout shorts.

Finally realizing my wife’s intentions, I said, “I can turn off the TV…”

“Oh, no,” She interrupted softly. “You wanted to watch baseball. I’ll just play on my own until the game is over.” By the sweet tone of her voice, I could tell she wasn’t irritated by my “husbandly ignorance,” but obviously she was in the mood to get things started. My penalty for being the oblivious husband was having to endure some wonderful teasing foreplay until the game finished. My heart leaped at my good fortune, and I inwardly reveled at the blessing of having a quietly sensual wife—and wearing an outfit that “peaked her interest.”

As the opposing team batted, Janet continued her slow, deliberate approach. Her fingertips scritched and scratched lightly until they had my right nipple in their sights. A slow circling around the target followed by a teasing flick or two on my hardening nubbin made it and my penis both spring to life. I gasped and swallowed under Janet’s expert touch and started to reach over to her.

“Now keep your hands down,” my wife instructed quietly.

“Mmmf!” I huffed with impatience, but I obeyed readily. The game was almost over, and then I could enjoy “returning the favors.”

I kept still while Janet continued teasing my chest, her fingers working through the fabric of the shirt. As she toyed with my body, I couldn’t help but gasp and moan lightly with delight. It was becoming harder to hold still, and then we noticed our team was changing pitchers.

“Oh, no!” My wife smiled, sounding almost gleeful at the game’s turn of events. “It looks like this will take a while…”

Janet was correct. Pitching changes always prolong the game for several minutes, and that evidently meant more foreplay was in store for me! She shifted closer and began lightly kissing my neck while her hand slipped under my shirt.

“Mmmm,” she murmured contentedly. Her fingers crept upwards on my bare skin and she resumed a wonderful, relentless teasing of my chest and nipples. She went from one side to the other flicking, caressing, and lightly tweaking my tiny tips.

My breathing became erratic, and slightly louder noises escaped my lips. I had lost all concentration on the game because of my wife’s sensual distractions. The presence of my tight shirt was becoming annoying because it restricted her hand movements under the fabric. I definitely wanted her to have easy access to my sensitive chest.

“Please,” I whispered, “may I take off my shirt?”

Janet kept her fingers

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