Midnight's Embrace

I stumbled home around 9:00 p.m., for the fourth night in a row. I’d have a 5 o’clock shadow if I didn’t have a full beard already. With my tie loosened, and my suit jacket over my shoulder, I drug myself from my car to the door. Not defeated, just exhausted. I’ve been working on a proposal with the rest of my team, which when presented tomorrow at 11:00 a.m., could result in a multi-million dollar deal for the company I work for. We’ve spent the last week digging through histories, watching market trends, and generally making our eyes bleed over spreadsheets and databases. With the report as done as it was going to get, we sent it off for final proofing, and as I was the one presenting the next day, decided I would read over the final copy the next morning, with a fresh cup of coffee.

I got through the door, hung up my jacket, and put my leather case down. The familiar and comfortable sounds and smells of home started to perk me, and as I heard my wife tinkering in the kitchen, figured I’d wander and see if she had saved me any leftovers.

“Hey, honey.” I called. My wife was standing in front of our bar, I assume making a drink. As you leave out of the living room near the front door, you start to enter the kitchen, which you quickly would notice expands in a very open space off to the right. Around the left and far walls are the normal kitchen attributes, with a door in the corner leading to our deck, which connects to a shared backyard with our neighbors, Jim and Dori Miller. As the back kitchen wall expands to the right, the middle section of the wall houses a fairly well stocked bar, and then starts to lead into the sliding red oak doors of my office / den.

Even though it was just past 9, my wife Julia was in her short khaki shorts and a blue polo. I assume she was wearing them earlier, and as the weather was so nice, and the house a bit warm, decided to not change into something more comfortable, which is what she usually does.

“Good Evening, Mr. MacDougal.” she replied. She loved calling me that, especially when I got home from work. She felt that I was too serious, even at home – like I was still running a business. Her calling me ‘Mr. MacDougal’ is her way of reminding me I can actually relax, and leave the business guy at work. Her long auburn hair flipped around her shoulders as she turned around, with drink in hand – which she walked over and handed to me.

“Oh thanks, what did you make?” I asked.

“Scotch on the rocks, figured you could use it – how’s the proposal going?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know. We’ve checked everything, we’ve got what the client wants, but I hear this Mr. Thompson we’re meeting with is a bit of a nut. Random things set him off, no rhyme – no reason, and he’s a stickler for facts. It’s hard to know what he’s going to look for.” I replied. I took a sip of the drink which was cool to the lips, and warmed going down. She was right; I could use this, and had been looking forward to making myself one anyway. I loved how she could read my mind sometimes.

“Any leftovers from dinner?” I asked.

“Oh nononono. Remember when we watched the Miller’s kid for a week 2 months ago? Well I called in a favor. I knew you’d be tired and hungry – so I got Jim to grill you up a steak. I thought you wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, so it won’t be read for… 40 minutes yet. I hope that’s ok?”

“You’re the most wonderful woman in the world.” I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

Jim was no slouch with the grill, and I know the man didn’t keep anything less than a 16oz. on hand at any given time, so this was quite a nice surprise.

“I already put Jason down for bed, but I’m going to go check on him really quick. I’ll be right down. Why don’t you go flip on the news in the den?” With that she kissed me again quick on the lips, and spun around and headed for the stairs. I looked over my shoulder as she dashed up the stairs, still in amazement by how fast she bounced back after the pregnancy. Her butt looked as good as it had 5 years ago when I married her. All firm, no flabby jiggle. The same to be said about her legs, slender and smooth. I told her once that she had no torso. She looked slightly offended until I explained that it was because she was made entirely of legs up to her breasts, which was exactly how I envisioned the perfect woman. Painfully long legs and a full C-cup.

I headed for the den, slid the doors open, walked to the center of the room, placed my drink on the side table, and proceeded to loosen things up. The sleeves were already cuffed, but the tie was now draped, strewn across the desk, the top two buttons undone, the shoes kicked off, and the belt coiled in the floor just next to the shoes. I flumped down into my leather chair, put my feet on the ottoman and turned on the TV. I like to flip between the major news channels. Everyone at work swears by their favorite, and chastises anyone who watches the other guy – the truth is that none of them tell the full story. They all have an angle. Watch them all, you get a rounder picture.

I lounged this way for about 5 minutes before Julia came back in. She hopped up on the chair, sitting on the left arm, and started to rub my back and neck with her right hand. She had taken her shoes off, and slowly started to creep her toes between the arm of the chair, and under my left thigh, seeking to keep them warm. I lazily flipped between the channels, flipping again at each commercial break. We would both snicker when someone said something stupid or contradicted themselves. Otherwise it was pretty peaceful.

At around 9:40, Julia braced herself on my shoulder, pulled her toes from under my legs, swiveled around and got off the chair, wandering somewhere behind me, and between my desk, which was about 10 feet away. I figured she was just going over to the wall to turn up the heat a bit. It had been a warm enough day – and as I said the house was a bit warmer, but she was in shorts and a short sleeve polo, and it was early September. I figured she was getting a little chilly. A few clinks and a creak or two later she reappeared at my left side, holding a tray. The lights were slightly dimmed, and feeling very comfortable, it took me a second to register the fact that she was waiting on me. I looked over and saw that the tray itself was my cigar ash tray, and in the large bowl of the marble tray sat a fresh cigar, my clippers, and my cigar lighter. This took me for an even bigger surprise, as Julia was not very fond of cigar smoke. It wasn’t the worst thing to her normally, but when the pregnancy hit, I had to give it up completely because of her nausea.

“Well, I, that’s really sweet of you, but I don’t want to chase you away. I like having you sit here with me.” I said, slowly shaking my head left to right.

“No it’s ok, really, I don’t mind it anymore.” she said. She lowered the ash tray a little bit closer to me, and with those reassuring eyes, I took the three items, and she sat the ash tray down on the side table, also to my left. I sat my drink down on the table to my right, and after clipping the end, and lighting up, I placed the items on the table, swapping them for my drink. My Dominican perfectly complimented the scotch. Julie returned to her place on the arm of my chair, with her hand around my shoulders. As I slowly drew from the cigar, and sipped my scotch I started to remember the steak that was due out in 20 minutes. I stretched my way upward to my wife, and when she turned to look at me, kissed her slowly on the lips. She returned the kiss, with just a little bit of tongue, and as I broke the kiss I whispered, “Thank you.”

We sat that way for another couple of minutes, Julia toggling between ranting reporters, and me falling into my zen. And then she turned and got up again.

Julia walked in between the chair and the ottoman, picking up my calves and lowering them to the floor, and pushing the ottoman a couple of feet closer to the TV. With that she put her hands between my knees, spreading them apart, and knelt in front of my lap, sitting on her knees.

With that she started to take off my socks. First the left, then the right. As she slowly started to reach for my pants button, I shorted my draw on my cigar and asked, “Anything I can help you with?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Thanks though.” she said. She proceeded to unbutton my pants, pull down the zipper, and with hands on either side of my hips, pull down both my pants and boxer-briefs. Now she said that she didn’t need any help, but I decided to lift my ass up a bit anyway, in the interests of making things easier.

I’m not an idiot, and it didn’t take my groin long to figure out what was coming next either. Once my pants were down around my ankles, she reached in between my leg and the arm of the chair, grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, placed the remote on the table next to the ash tray, and without the briefest hesitation engulfed my cock between the most beautiful set of DSL’s in the tri state area. Guys at work used to think that I hated my job, and ran home as soon as possible, until one day at a dinner meeting when they met my wife. They all understood immediately. These lips looked like they were torn straight from Angelina Jolie, and they were currently sliding up and down my shaft. My head rolled back on the chair, my eyes rolled back in my head, and as she hit bottom, she started to slide her tongue out and down to play with my balls at the same time. I thought I was going to blow right there – and she knew it. That was one of the problems, the only problem, Julia knew exactly what a talent she was, and used it whenever she felt the situation warranted some extra “persuasion.” After her brief tonguing, she slowed down the pace a bit, and went to work. With my head back in an upright position, and my eyes glued on her, I watched her slowly suck my cock like it was the most amazing thing ever conceived by man, and that it was made just for her.

I don’t think I could have been happier, a scotch, a cigar, and a beautiful brunette between my legs, and a steak on the way. I enjoyed this for a couple of minutes, before putting down drink and stogie, and working on unbuttoning my white collared dress shirt, and pulling of my undershirt. Once that was done, I leaned back in my chair, slumped now as my ass was on the edge of the seat. She stood up, and without a word, she began the next part of her plan. She lifted my legs, and then began to slowly pull them out, one at a time, until she had completely stripped me naked. The sight of my pale skin, contrasted by her tanned body, was quite stunning. She then took a deep breath, and began to slowly climb onto my lap, placing her weight directly over my protruding member. It was a moment of pure bliss, and I knew that my wife would continue to give me pleasure for hours to come. She then took a position right beside me on my lap, her hand resting lightly on my chest as she slowly began to stroke my belly, pulling my stomach in and out with each stroke. The sensation was intense, and it wasn’t long before I lost all control and moaned with pleasure. The next thing I knew, she was pressing her body against mine, and her breath was hot against my skin. She started to lick my entire body, starting with my face and moving downward, her tongue tracing every inch of my flesh. Her touch was both gentle and passionate, and it sent shivers down my spine. As she reached the bottom of my body, she paused and looked directly into my eyes, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She then continued her assault, slowly and methodically exploring every inch of my skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more. The experience was both exhilarating and overwhelming, and I knew that I would never forget it.

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