Naked Secrets, Shared Ecstasy

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a relentless rhythm mirroring the anticipation thrumming through me. James, my husband of fifteen years, had been acting strangely lately – distant, preoccupied, a ghost of the man I knew and loved. Last night, he’d asked, with an unnerving intensity, “What’s your favorite part of sex?” It wasn’t a casual inquiry, not the kind we exchanged lightheartedly during our more passionate moments. This felt like a probe, a dissection of my desires.

I’d stalled, feigning ignorance, but the question lingered, a persistent itch beneath my skin. Now, nestled together in the plush velvet of our king-sized bed, the rain’s insistent drumming seemed to amplify the unspoken tension between us. The scent of rain-soaked pine needles mingled with the lingering musk of his arousal, creating an intoxicating blend that both thrilled and unsettled me.

“Excuse me,” I murmured, breaking the silence, “you caught me off guard. You know, that thing we do alone, naked, close, kissing, touching… the slow burn, the building heat, the shared vulnerability? You make my penis become rock hard, and your sweet pussy is soaked. We make each other moan and squirm in delight, lost in the abandon of pure sensation, and we have those fun things called orgasms.”

James nuzzled my neck, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “So that’s what that is called! Well now I can honestly say I love sex,” he responded, his voice a low rumble. “And what is your favorite part of it?”

I pondered this for a while, wrestling with the complexities of pleasure. It wasn't a simple answer; sex was a multifaceted experience, a symphony of sensations that resonated differently each time. “I don’t know, baby. I love everything about sex, I can’t pinpoint something that is definitely better than all the other pleasures of it. Why do you ask?”

He nuzzled my neck again, a possessive gesture that both comforted and worried me. “Really, you don’t have a favorite part?” he pressed, his breath warm against my ear.

“Not particularly,” I admitted, leaning into his embrace. “I have likes and dislikes. For example, I don’t like having my nipples pinched, but I love it when you suck and gently nibble on them. But it’s hard to compare the feelings of foreplay to the feelings of an orgasm, because they both feel so amazing, just in different respects. Why, do you have a favorite part?”

His eyes held a strange intensity, a yearning that felt both familiar and unsettling. “Well, no, not really…” he confessed, his voice barely audible.

“Then why do you expect me to, goofball,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re acting like you’re searching for something specific, like a hidden treasure.”

“I was just curious,” he admitted, nibbling at my ear, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Besides, what’s so wrong with me asking a question about how to best pleasure you, hmmm?”

“Nothing,” I breathed, leaning further into his affections, my body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. “Sounds like someone is aroused.”

As he slid his hand down my jammie pants, massaging my ass, I could feel the heat building beneath me. His penis began to harden, responding to my touch, my own arousal mirroring his. We moved slowly, deliberately, savoring each moment, lost in the intoxicating dance of desire. The rain continued its relentless assault on the cabin walls, a soundtrack to our escalating pleasure.

“You know,” I purred, swirling my fingers through what little chest hair he had, “there’s some strawberries and whipped cream in the fridge, why don’t you go get them, hmm?”

“Come with me,” he begged with his adorable, so hard to resist puppy face. My mind raced, formulating a plan that combined our shared desire with a touch of playful rebellion. “Mmmm, I’ll meet you out there. I’m going to put on something a little bit more exciting than these old pj’s.”

James contemplated this for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Of course darling, but you said something new. That’s not new.”

“You are correct my dear. If you don’t get ready, I’ll leave you in this room with nothing but your thoughts for company.”

His eyes widened, and I knew he would face the lonesome kitchen to see me dressed up. We kissed a few more times before I got off of him. He started towards the door, while I headed to our bathroom. But not before I gave his tight ass a quick smack. I tried to run away, but he’s much quicker than I, so with one arm crushing me to him, his other fished inside my shirt for one of my breasts. He pulled it out, gave it a rather long, loving suck, and placed it back in my shirt with a quick pat of my ass.

Most of my sexy wear is sets of bras and panties: crotch less, thong, lacy, silky, sheer, you name it, I got it. Lately though, James had really been pushing for me to get a ‘teddy,’ not the bear, the, for lack of better word choice, leotard kind. I had been a bit reluctant to buy one as explaining a forgotten teddy laying on the floor is a lot harder than explaining a bra and panty set to 5 children. But yesterday, I caved. I went to go buy a new robe and ended up trying on a teddy too. (to toot my own horn here, I looked pretty good!) If you get the right style those things push certain parts up and out and other parts in and hidden.

I took off my ugly jammies and panties. I touched my pussy, mmmh! I was so wet! The thought crossed my mind to bring myself close to orgasm and then go out all breathy and stark naked for James. But I decided against it, instead opting to see his reaction to the teddy. I wiggled into the teddy. It was red, James’ favorite color, with black accents around my breasts and thighs. It pushed my breasts up so much I thought they might fall out! The backing was of a corset style, with black satiny ribbon. I almost left our bedroom like that, but as an after thought, I put on my robe, just in case we had any midnight wanderers.

I came into the kitchen to find my sexy husband intently choosing a bottle of wine. “What is the house special for wine tonight,” I asked. I saw the corners of James’ mouth twitch as he turned to look at me. The moment he saw the robe his smile vanished. “That’s not very sexy,” he pouted. “Of course darling, but you said something new. That’s not new.” “You are correct my dear. If you don’t get ready, I’ll leave you in this room with nothing but your thoughts for company.” “Do I get a sneak preview,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Of course,” I opened the top of my robe, revealing my cleavage pouring out of its confines. His sharp intake of breath and glazed eyes were the exact reaction I was going for. He pulled me close and started to slip his hands inside of the robe when… “Mommy, what time is it,” asked the voice of child #3. James and I quickly separated, and I tied that robe up tight. “Ye,s honey. Come here.” We kissed a few more times before I got off of him. He started towards the door, while I headed to our bathroom. But not before I gave his tight ass a quick smack. I tried to run away, but he’s much quicker than I, so with one arm crushing me to him, his other fished inside my shirt for one of my breasts. He pulled it out, gave it a rather long, loving suck, and placed it back in my shirt with a quick pat of my ass.

As I left, I couldn't resist one last playful gesture, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamics at play. Turning back, I made sure to give his tight ass a final, lingering look before disappearing into the bedroom. The rain continued to fall, washing away any trace of our shared intimacy, leaving behind only the lingering scent of desire and the unspoken promise of another night of intense pleasure.

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