Silent Signals, Wild Desire

My wife is a conservative, “old-fashioned country girl,” and she almost always prefers me to initiate our lovemaking in our marriage. Over the years, I have found that she often presents an aura of indifference when I start things, a sort of “take it or leave it” attitude about sex. But once aroused, her enthusiasm increases—sometimes exponentially—and she gets into it mentally and physically. Once she’s in the mood, the experience is always amazing; it’s never like she is bored and just “playing along to get along.” So being the initiator is very rewarding and certainly worth the effort on my part. I admit that if I have to “work a little harder” to get her in the mood, it puts me in the teasing husband mode many times and consistently plays out well. Once I have her thoroughly aroused, I can get some “husbandly satisfaction” by making her wait (and sometimes even beg a little) when initially she seemed indifferent to my advances.

However, when Janet is in the mood to initiate sex, the experience is even more fantastic! She has two “bedroom personas.” The first is when she starts things and exhibits a slightly more aggressive, take-charge attitude. Then there is the more sultry version. In this personality, my wife genuinely seems to feel most attractive and desirable and uses her arousal skills and physical attributes to totally overwhelm me with her sexuality. Many times, she shows a blend of the two personas.

This story describes one of my experiences as the fortunate husband showered with attention from his beautiful wife.

One weekend, my wife and I spent the day doing lawn care. Janet was very grateful for all my hard work and thanked me multiple times. At the end of the day, we showered and eventually headed to bed. I had settled into my usual sleeping position, lying on my right side facing away from her. She had her bedside lamp on to allow for some reading. We had kissed goodnight, and I expected to fall asleep fairly quickly.

As I rested, I felt Janet shift closer, pressing against my back in a spooning position. Her arm draped over my waist.

“Mind if I snuggle?” she asked innocently.

“Sure,” I murmured. I was a little tired but didn’t mind that the lamp was still on, shedding some low-level light. I was NOT too tired to notice when Janet’s hand slipped under the bottom edge of my T-shirt and rested on my belly. Soon, I felt my wife’s fingers moving gently, her fingertips lightly grazing the skin near my belly button! Her caresses in that area always make me feel warm inside. I immediately became more alert as my wife’s talented fingertips kept circling, sometimes dipping into my navel’s slight hollow. I felt her press even firmer against me, her chest against my back.

My wife nuzzled her lips against the side of my neck. “Mmmm, you smell good,” she whispered. Her arm wrapped over me more tightly, and I thought I could feel her breasts pushing harder into my back—maybe even the faint hint of erect nipples. I was trapped in this wonderful position, and soon everything got even better!

Janet’s fingers moved northward up my belly and toward my chest. I remained very still, trying to avoid doing anything that might disrupt her obvious plans. I could feel her breath on the side and back of my neck as her fingertips arrived at my chest. Without a word, my wife started caressing my pecs.

My pulse quickened as Janet worked slowly and inevitably toward my hardening nipples. When her fingertips lazily grazed my small left areola, I gasped in delight! She kept teasing around each one as she exhaled onto the side and back of my neck, causing additional little tingles of excitement! I melted into husbandly heaven as she kept working her magic so close to my tips.

Occasionally, Janet’s fingers brushed against the sides of my nipples, and I realized she had to work in a restricted space under my shirt. I was starting to moan lightly as my arousal climbed skyward, and she hadn’t even intentionally touched a nipple yet! My light moans became louder, and I thought shifting my torso to loosen my shirt would allow her more room to make her task easier (and more fun for me.)

“Shhh,” My wife whispered, “Just hold still… and try to be very quiet.”

From years of lovemaking, I knew she would test my ability to follow those commands. Her voice trailed off as her fingers just… kept… going! I knew if I followed her instructions and allowed her to test my limits, great pleasure would be mine. I swallowed as she continued slowly caressing my nipples.

Using only one or two fingertips, Janet lightly touched, flicked, and teased each tiny erect tip. Her pace was maddeningly slow and tantalizingly torturous; it seemed as though she were intent on feeling every pore of my sensitive nubs.

Holding my body still under her incessant fingers was difficult but doable. Keeping my breathing and noises under control became harder and harder! I did my best to stay within the limits of her “verbal bondage” while my talented wife continued her relentless barrage. Her delicate fingertips flicked and teased, going from one to the other, never allowing me a respite from the increasing arousal. The incredible sensations just kept ramping up! I began swallowing harder and a little louder, muffling any involuntary noises by clenching my teeth.

Hearing my resolve weakening, Janet slowly tapped each tip, and I finally broke! An audible sigh mixed with a low, gurgling moan escaped between my closed teeth and lips! My grateful wife murmured against my neck, “I’m sorry to keep you up. I just thought you deserved a reward for all your hard work today.” Janet kept her fingers moving over my chest and nipples while she continued. “Is that okay?” She apparently wanted to hear her already-aroused husband try to respond while melting under her touch.

I did my best to speak coherently. “Aaaah… ooooh… yeah. Thank you…” I moaned softly.

My wife kissed my neck while dabbing at my hard tips. “Thank me later,” she murmured. “When I’m all finished with you.” Janet let her hand wander all over my torso. “Mmm,” She murmured. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and roll over onto your stomach.”

My desire was already raging, and in the prone position, my erect penis would be stimulated even more from my weight pressing it against the bed! I slipped my shirt and workout shorts off and obediently turned over. For the first time, I noticed that my lovely wife had been naked all this time! That meant she had been planning my seduction all along, and my desire inched up even higher!

Once I’d turned onto my stomach, Janet straddled my thighs, and her weight added even more pressure on my trapped organ while she began a thorough massage. “Mmm, nice muscles,” she said. “I’m sure they’re tired and sore!”

My wife diligently worked on my torso. Eventually, she used her thumbs to press firmly up and down along each side of my spine. Starting at my upper back and moving to my mid-back, her thumbs pressed firmly from my spine outward. My lower ribs have a groove that is especially sensitive to firm pressure, and Janet applied just the right touch. I felt an indescribably arousing blend of tickling mixed with sexual excitement! I melted into husbandly heaven as she kept working her magic so close to my tips.

Occasionally, Janet’s fingers brushed against the sides of my nipples, and I realized she had to work in a restricted space under my shirt. I was starting to moan lightly as my arousal climbed skyward, and she hadn’t even intentionally touched a nipple yet! My light moans became louder, and I thought shifting my torso to loosen my shirt would allow her more room to make her task easier (and more fun for me.)

“Shhh,” My wife whispered, “Just hold still… and try to be very quiet.”

From years of lovemaking, I knew she would test my ability to follow those commands. Her voice trailed off as her fingers just… kept… going! I knew if I followed her instructions and allowed her to test my limits, great pleasure would be mine. I swallowed as she continued slowly caressing my nipples.

Using only one or two fingertips, Janet lightly touched, flicked, and teased each tiny erect tip. Her pace was maddeningly slow and tantalizingly torturous; it seemed as though she were intent on feeling every pore of my sensitive nubs.

Holding my body still under her incessant fingers was difficult but doable. Keeping my breathing and noises under control became harder and harder! I did my best to stay within the limits of her “verbal bondage” while my talented wife continued her relentless barrage. Her delicate fingertips flicked and teased, going from one to the other, never allowing me a respite from the increasing arousal. The incredible sensations just kept ramping up! I began swallowing harder and a little louder, muffling any involuntary noises by clenching my teeth.

Hearing my resolve weakening, Janet slowly tapped each tip, and I finally broke! An audible sigh mixed with a low, gurgling moan escaped between my closed teeth and lips! My grateful wife murmured against my neck, “I’m sorry to keep you up. I just thought you deserved a reward for all your hard work today.” Janet kept her fingers moving over my chest and nipples while she continued. “Is that okay?” She apparently wanted to hear her already-aroused husband try to respond while melting under her touch.

I did my best to speak coherently. “Aaaah… ooooh… yeah. Thank you…” I moaned softly.

My wife kissed my neck while dabbing at my hard tips. “Thank me later,” she murmured. “When I’m all finished with you.” Janet let her hand wander all over my torso. “Mmm,” She murmured. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and roll over onto your stomach.”

My desire was already raging, and in the prone position, my erect penis would be stimulated even more from my weight pressing it against the bed! I slipped my shirt and workout shorts off and obediently turned over. For the first time, I noticed that my lovely wife had been naked all this time! That meant she had been planning my seduction all along, and my desire inched up even higher!

Once I’d turned onto my stomach, Janet straddled my thighs, and her weight added even more pressure on my trapped organ while she began a thorough massage. “Mmm, nice muscles,” she said. “I’m sure they’re tired and sore!”

My wife diligently worked on my torso. Eventually, she used her thumbs to press firmly up and down along each side of my spine. Starting at my upper back and moving to my mid-back, her thumbs pressed firmly from my spine outward. My lower ribs have a groove that is especially sensitive to firm pressure, and Janet applied just the right touch. I felt an indescribably arousing blend of tickling mixed with sexual excitement! I melted into husbandly heaven as she kept working her magic so close to my tips.

I continued moaning softly as she worked. The rhythmic sensation of her thumbs digging into my lower back was intense and made me feel like I could barely breathe! Then, Janet’s fingers moved northward up my belly and toward my chest. I remained very still, trying to avoid doing anything that might disrupt her obvious plans. I could feel her breath on the side and back of my neck as her fingertips arrived at my chest. Without a word, my wife started caressing my pecs.

My pulse quickened as Janet worked slowly and inevitably toward my hardening nipples. When her fingertips lazily grazed my small left areola, I gasped in delight! She kept teasing around each one as she exhaled onto the side and back of my neck, causing additional little tingles of excitement! I melted into husbandly heaven as she kept working her magic so close to my tips.

Occasionally, Janet’s fingers brushed against the sides of my nipples, and I realized she had to work in a restricted space under my shirt. I was starting to moan lightly as my arousal climbed skyward, and she hadn’t even intentionally touched a nipple yet! My light moans became louder, and I thought shifting my torso to loosen my shirt would allow her more room to make her task easier (and more fun for me.)

“Shhh,” My wife whispered, “Just hold still… and try to be very quiet.”

From years of lovemaking, I knew she would test my ability to follow those commands. Her voice trailed off as her fingers just… kept… going! I knew if I followed her instructions and allowed her to test my limits, great pleasure would be mine. I swallowed as she continued slowly caressing my nipples.

Using only one or two fingertips, Janet lightly touched, flicked, and teased each tiny erect tip. Her pace was maddeningly slow and tantalizingly torturous; it seemed as though she were intent on feeling every pore of my sensitive nubs.

Holding my body still under her incessant fingers was difficult but doable. Keeping my breathing and noises under control became harder and harder! I did my best to stay within the limits of her “verbal bondage” while my talented wife continued her relentless barrage. Her delicate fingertips flicked and teased, going from one to the other, never allowing me a respite from the increasing arousal. The incredible sensations just kept ramping up! I began swallowing harder and a little louder, muffling any involuntary noises by clenching my teeth.

Hearing my resolve weakening, Janet slowly tapped each tip, and I finally broke! An audible sigh mixed with a low, gurgling moan escaped between my closed teeth and lips! My grateful wife murmured against my neck, “I’m sorry to keep you up. I just thought you deserved a reward for all your hard work today.” Janet kept her fingers moving over my chest and nipples while she continued. “Is that okay?” She apparently wanted to hear her already-aroused husband try to respond while melting under her touch.

I did my best to speak coherently. “Aaaah… ooooh… yeah. Thank you…” I moaned softly.

My wife kissed my neck while dabbing at my hard tips. “Thank me later,” she murmured. “When I’m all finished with you.” Janet let her hand wander all over my torso. “Mmm,” She murmured. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and roll over onto your stomach.”

My desire was already raging, and in the prone position, my erect penis would be stimulated even more from my weight pressing it against the bed! I slipped my shirt and workout shorts off and obediently turned over. For the first time, I noticed that my lovely wife had been naked all this time! That meant she had been planning my seduction all along, and my desire inched up even higher!

Once I’d turned onto my stomach, Janet straddled my thighs, and her weight added even more pressure on my trapped organ while she began a thorough massage. “Mmm, nice muscles,” she said. “I’m sure they’re tired and sore!”

My wife diligently worked on my torso. Eventually, she used her thumbs to press firmly up and down along each side of my spine. Starting at my upper back and moving to my mid-back, her thumbs pressed firmly from my spine outward. My lower ribs have a groove that is especially sensitive to firm pressure, and Janet applied just the right touch. I felt an indescribably arousing blend of tickling mixed with sexual excitement! I melted into husbandly heaven as she kept working her magic so close to my tips.

I continued moaning softly as she worked. The rhythmic sensation of her thumbs digging into my lower back was intense and made me feel like I could barely breathe! Then, Janet’s fingers moved northward up my belly and toward my chest. I remained very still, trying to avoid doing anything that might disrupt her obvious plans. I could feel her breath on the side and back of my neck as her fingertips arrived at my chest. Without a word, my wife started caressing my pecs.

My pulse quickened as Janet worked slowly and inevitably toward my hardening nipples. When her fingertips lazily grazed my small left areola, I gasped in delight! She kept teasing around each one as she exhaled onto the side and back of my neck, causing additional little tingles of excitement! I melted into husbandly heaven as she kept working her magic so close to my tips.

Occasionally, Janet’s fingers brushed against the sides of my nipples, and I realized she had to work in a restricted space under my shirt. I was starting to moan lightly as my arousal climbed skyward, and she hadn’t even intentionally touched a nipple yet! My light moans became louder, and I thought shifting my torso to loosen my shirt would allow her more room to make her task easier (and more fun for me.)

“Shhh,” My wife whispered, “Just hold still… and try to be very quiet.”

From years of lovemaking, I knew she would test my ability to follow those commands. Her voice trailed off as her fingers just… kept… going! I knew if I followed her instructions and allowed her to test my limits, great pleasure would be mine. I swallowed as she continued slowly caressing my nipples.

Using only one or two fingertips, Janet lightly touched, flicked, and teased each tiny erect tip. Her pace was maddeningly slow and tantalizingly torturous; it seemed as though she were intent on feeling every pore of my sensitive nubs.

Holding my body still under her incessant fingers was difficult but doable. Keeping my breathing and noises under control became harder and harder! I did my best to stay within the limits of her “verbal bondage” while my talented wife continued her relentless barrage. Her delicate fingertips flicked and teased, going from one to the other, never allowing me a respite from the increasing arousal. The incredible sensations just kept ramping up! I began swallowing harder and a little louder, muffling any involuntary noises by clenching my teeth.

Hearing my resolve weakening, Janet slowly tapped each tip, and I finally broke! An audible sigh mixed with a low, gurgling moan escaped between my closed teeth and lips! My grateful wife murmured against my neck, “I’m sorry to keep you up. I just thought you deserved a reward for all your hard work today.” Janet kept her fingers moving over my chest and nipples while she continued. “Is that okay?” She apparently wanted to hear her already-aroused husband try to respond while melting under her touch.

I did my best to speak coherently. “Aaaah… ooooh… yeah. Thank you…” I moaned softly.

My wife kissed my neck while dabbing at my hard tips. “Thank me later,” she murmured. “When I’m all finished with you.” Janet let her hand wander all over my torso. “Mmm,” She murmured. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and roll over onto your stomach.”

My desire was already raging, and in the prone position, my erect penis would be stimulated even more from my weight pressing it against the bed! I slipped my shirt and workout shorts off and obediently turned over. For the first time, I noticed that my lovely wife had been naked

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