Reflections of a Forgotten Touch

12 hours ago

The mirror stood in the corner of the bedroom, a few feet from the bed. She hesitated briefly, considering that she was no longer the twenty-year-old her husband had taken to bed for the first time almost forty years ago. Standing before him, in front of the mirror, she caught a glimpse of his rising erection as his robe fell to the floor, and thought about how many times she had held his manhood within her as they both joined together as one. Age be ignored, she wanted, no needed, that connection that came when she spread her legs in welcome for his hard, heated flesh.

It had been two months apart, and the nights had been stressful. Even when she found her desire rising, she couldn't satisfy herself. The heat, his weight on her as he thrust his hardened member into her, filling her wanton insides, was missing. She felt a deep longing to be satisfied by him on those nights.

She began her almost two-day journey home more upbeat than she had been in a while. It was always very disorienting coming home, and her emotions gave her a most unwelcoming roller-coaster ride on occasions, but she would get to see the kids and her husband. Whenever she came home and her eyes met his at the airport, her face would break into a smile that her husband would claim was his alone. Arriving at the airport, less than an hour from home, she was weary, but also filled with anticipation at seeing him and being able to be held. Fortunately, it was a small regional jet, and the people in front of her filed out quickly. Walking into the small terminal, she caught his eye right away. The weeks and weeks of weariness fell away as "his smile" was restored to her face.

Walking out of the airport into the parking lot, she pondered – How does a person become so much a part of you that when the two of you are back together, you feel physically and spiritually restored in no time at all? Whatever length of time and distance had kept them apart, the spiritual reunion was instantaneous when she was taken in his embrace.

Walking toward the car, she updated him on the everyday nonsense that took place at work while he updated her on the humdrum that made his time at home. Taking her considerable luggage and stacking it in the truck, he looked up at her with a conspiratorial grin.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you,” he grinned as his eyes caught hers.

“What is it? You didn’t spend a lot of money on this, did you? You know we’re getting close to having a down payment on a new house, and I can’t take this time apart unless it counts for something.”

“No, Sweetie, I didn’t spend a dime. It’s just something I found when I cleaned out one of the closets,” he reassured her.

“What? What is it?” she said as her face became furrowed in her quandary.

“It’s a surprise, is what it is. When you’ve had a chance to unwind and are feeling a little frisky, I’ll show you.”

“Oh, you horny old man,” she teased him, as she felt stirrings within her at the thought of him wanting her in that way.

“Just stay out of the spare bedroom until I get home from work tomorrow night, OK?” he pleaded.

“It’s alright, I’ll let you have your surprise,” she smiled back at him.

The next night, she was in the kitchen with a glass of wine while they munched pizza standing up in the kitchen as was their restless custom. Thoughts of what had started in this kitchen the last time she was back here flirted in the back of her mind. She was a little tipsy at that time when she blurted out that she would like to get paid for sex, and he had quickly produced $250 and a Christmas calendar as tender for her offer. Taking another sip from her glass, she remembered how he had promptly pulled down his zipper and produced a rapidly unfolding cock, right there in her kitchen!

Her insides stirred at the memory of the wild wanton sex that had transpired in various rooms of the house that night. She paused in thought as she looked over her wine glass at the crotch of his jeans to see if there were similar stirrings there tonight.

“So,” she started after taking another sip, “What’s my surprise?”

“Oh, you think you’re ready for your welcome home party?” he leered at her and her cleavage that she had purposefully put on display for his viewing pleasure.

She switched her wine glass from her left hand to her right as she sauntered over to him to grab his crotch to confirm her suspicions. Placing her hand on his loins as she pressed against him with her body as well, there was very little doubt that her favorite package was glad to see her.

“Well, what are we doing tonight?” she said in a low voice as she leaned into kiss him and then slid her tongue between his lips to take her first taste of him.

His voice changed as her hand and finger tips stroked the jeans that grew tighter by the second. “I was hoping I could get you to wear that lovely blue corset that we didn’t get to sample when I came to visit you.”

The stirring in her loins was growing as the last bit of weariness was pushed back in her mind. “Is that your surprise?” she teased as she let her mind wander to consider what she wanted to taste next.

“No.” he replied in a level tone, “But it would definitely make my day and possibly yours too if you would show me what those beautiful tits looked like all trussed up.”

“Mmm,” she considered, taking the last sip of wine. “I’ll need someone to help get me into it, and,” she added, “No playing with the girls until you get it all on me. You need to get the full effect.”

This could be fun torturing him she mused with a smile as she poured another glass of wine to get her through the fitting. He followed her close as she went into their bedroom to fish the corset out a drawer. Taking her blouse off, she turned her back to him as she unfastened her bra and reached for the royal blue garment on the bed. Lifting it over her head, she brought it down to her hips and settled her curves into the confines of the fine material.

Her husband was a very eager assistant, even if his hands trembled slightly as he worked to bind her securely within. The wine was finished at the same time as she, so she sent her willing assistant out of the room to fetch a short glass of the lovely wine, while she removed the rest of her clothes and pulled on the matching G-string. Before he came back, she put on her bathrobe, which paled in comparison with the lace and stitching of her new weapon of male destruction. With a satisfied grin, she tied her robe securely just as he burst through the door with her wine. Taking the slender glass from him, she could see the disappointment on his face at missing a peek at her lovely curves held securely in lace and laces.

“Well, get ready Mister, you promised me a night to remember, remember?” as she cast her gaze on her subject.

His desire was palpable as he quickly stripped off his clothes in the small walk-in closet and drew his robe around him then stepping out to join her. Gathering himself for a second or two, he took her hand and pressed himself against her.

“You look beautiful Sweetie,” he said as he kissed her fully on the mouth.

“You haven’t even seen the good stuff yet! What do you mean I look beautiful?” she asked quizzically.

“I mean you. You are beautiful, no matter what you’re wearing. I just love having my lovely wife back,” he said as he pulled her in tightly and kissed her lips tenderly.

“Aww, thank you Honey. I’ve missed you so too.” She softened as she held him tightly.

“Well, what’s the surprise?” she said pulling back to look at him fully after several minutes in his arms.