Silk Boxers & Secrets (L)

3 days ago

The insistent buzz of Ben’s phone shattered the afternoon’s languid peace. I’d been lost in a haze of sun-drenched contentment, sprawled on the plush velvet chaise lounge in the living room, a half-finished novel resting on my chest. The scent of lemon polish and Ben’s cologne hung in the air, a comforting blend that always signaled a relaxed Saturday. He’d been on the phone for the better part of an hour, pacing the kitchen with an agitated energy that contrasted sharply with his usual calm demeanor. When he finally hung up, a flicker of something akin to apology crossed his face, followed by a sheepish grin.

“Something’s come up,” he said, his voice low and hesitant. “Brian called. Apparently, there’s a last-minute change in plans for the big presentation tomorrow. He needs me to pull a double shift.”

My initial annoyance quickly dissolved into a strange mix of sympathy and something far more potent. Ben’s work ethic was legendary, but this sudden shift always threw off our carefully constructed routines. Without a word, I rose, pulling on a silk robe that clung to my curves like a second skin. The cool fabric against my skin was a welcome sensation as I made my way towards the kitchen, the scent of his cologne growing stronger with each step.

He was still seated at the table, phone discarded, staring blankly at the linoleum floor. He was dressed only in his favorite pair of deep blue silk boxers, the material clinging to his muscular form. The sight of him, vulnerable and slightly disheveled, ignited a fire within me that had nothing to do with the impending double shift.

“You look troubled,” I murmured, pouring myself a generous glass of chilled apple juice from the refrigerator. As I set it down on the counter, my fingers brushed against the cool metal, sending a shiver down my spine. With a playful smirk, I turned to face him, pulling back the robe just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage.

“Let’s have a little fun, shall we?” I teased, tilting my head and flashing a playful pout. It wasn’t long before his eyes met mine, a slow, deliberate gaze that sent a jolt of heat through my veins. He rose from the table, moving with a possessive grace that always managed to both thrill and slightly unsettle me. As he approached, I intentionally moved closer, allowing the heat of his body to radiate against mine.

With a swift, confident movement, he reached out and mussed my dark hair with his hand. The touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into his touch, my body arching slightly as he pulled me closer. The scent of his skin, a potent blend of musk and sandalwood, filled my senses. It was a fragrance that had become inextricably linked with my desire, a constant reminder of the pleasure I craved.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Gina,” he whispered, his voice husky with unspoken desires. “A beautiful, dangerous woman.”

As he continued to pull me closer, I responded in kind, my hand reaching out to graze his chest. My fingers traced the line of his muscles, feeling the tautness beneath his skin. A low moan escaped my lips, a primal sound that seemed to ignite something deep within him.

My clothes were a small barrier between us, a physical representation of the boundaries we both knew we could easily breach. Without a word, I began to slowly, deliberately, pull back the robe, exposing more and more of my body to his eager gaze. The fabric pooled around my ankles, revealing the curve of my legs and the subtle swell of my hips.

The air crackled with anticipation as he watched me, his eyes never leaving my form. When the robe finally slipped from my shoulders, I stood before him in all my naked glory, a vision of sculpted curves and sun-kissed skin. I tilted my head back, inviting his attention, my gaze locking onto his.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my cheek. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers down my spine. "You look absolutely incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.

As he leaned in to kiss me, my body responded instinctively, arching forward to meet his lips. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with a longing that transcended mere physical desire. It was a connection, a merging of souls, a silent acknowledgment of the deep attraction between us.

Lost in the heat of the moment, I began to playfully tease him, pulling back slightly and flashing one of my breasts at him. I watched as his eyes widened in response, his gaze lingering on my exposed form. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I continued to tease him, my hand reaching out to gently stroke my nipple, drawing it erect. It wasn't just about the physical sensation; it was about the power dynamic, the delicious thrill of pushing him to the edge of his senses.

As I continued my playful display, my body began to respond to his touch, my cunt slowly moistening with anticipation. The scent of arousal filled the air, a heady blend of sweat, desire, and raw instinct. I licked my lips in a seductive manner, savoring the moment, feeding his desire with every movement.

With a final, decisive gesture, I pulled the robe completely off, revealing my naked form in its entirety. The sight of me standing before him, fully exposed, seemed to overwhelm him momentarily. His eyes widened in disbelief, then quickly returned to their original intensity, fueled by an insatiable hunger.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. My hands instinctively found their way to my breasts, massaging and stimulating them with fervent pleasure. The heat intensified, a tangible force that radiated from within me.

As I continued my breast play, my pussy grew wetter, responding eagerly to his touch. I let out a soft moan, a primal sound that echoed the escalating pleasure within me. Ben’s free hand, meanwhile, moved stealthily under the table, disappearing beneath the surface as he began to pump his meat.

The knowledge that he was so focused on his own pleasure, oblivious to the obvious signals of my arousal, only served to amplify my excitement. I began to finger my clit with increasing intensity, my body trembling with anticipation. It felt so good, so utterly intoxicating, that I couldn't help but let out a series of increasingly frantic moans.

Ben’s attention was entirely consumed by the experience, his gaze never leaving my little show. He kept his hand pumping steadily, the rhythmic action both soothing and exhilarating. As I continued to tease and toy with him, my orgasm drew closer, a wave of heat building within me.

“Hey, Brian, let me call you back a little later! Something’s come up. Okay man, sure will. Bye!” Ben said, then hung up the phone (Brian is one of his bosses).

“Something’s c-come up, huh!” I panted as I continued to finger myself. I was getting really close to cumming.

“You are so bad! Get your sweet ass over here, you sexy vixen you!” Ben said scooting his chair back. His hand still pumping his cock slowly.

I slowly walked over to the chair where he was sitting and smiled as he slipped off his boxers. “Why sir, what a big dick you have!” I said, putting my hand over my mouth.

Ben grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to him, then began kissing my abdomen his tongue tracing in and around my naval. I ran my hand through his dark hair, then pulled it, tilting his head back and kissing him passionately as his strong hands groped my ass.

“Gina, baby, you are one hot sexy woman! I love you, my girl!” Ben said, his eyes full of love and lust.

“I love you too, my baby. Now how about we put that beautiful dick of yours where it belongs – deep inside my hot little cunt! Here want a taste!” I said, slipping a couple fingers into me then putting them to his lips. He eagerly sucked them clean.

We kissed as I straddled him, then slowly eased down upon his massive erection. I gasped as his bulbous dickhead penetrated me. I eased part of the way down, then teasingly lifted off of him.

“You want more of this pussy, baby? Your gonna have to beg for it!” I said, knowing full well I wasn’t going to be able to hold out long. I was hot, horny and having a blast.

Ben chuckled and said, “So, being a little cocktease are you? OK, please let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours! ”

“Aww, you can do better than that! I don’t know if you deserve any of this tight warm wet pussy, Mr. G!” I said with a naughty grin.

“Oh, really! Well, my dear wife, gonna have to see about that!” He said then pushed me back from him.

He stood, then took me by the arm and said, “Lean your sweet ass over this table!” My pussy was dripping and I shivered with excitement. His show of dominance over me turned me on tremendously.

“I just love this hot ass of yours!” He said, then gave my ass a sharp smack and then another as he held me down with his other hand.

“OH! OH, BEN! You ba****d! Fuck ME! FUCK ME NOW! ” I squealed, my body trembled with desire for him.

He gave my ass cheeks a couple more smacks, making me squeal once more. He then grabbed me by my hips and pushed his dick into me in one big thrust.

“Mmm-mmph! YES! OH B-BAB-BY! YES! Mmmmph! ” I cried, as he pulled nearly completely out, then thrust hard back into me making the kitchen table scoot across the floor a bit.

“You like that, baby? You want some more? ” he growled, smacking my ass then slamming back into me. I lost it and started to cum.

“I’M CUMMING, BABY! I-I’M C-C-CUMM-IING-G!” I squealed, my body vibrated and spasmed. I gasped for breath and my legs quivered feeling like jello.

Ben had no mercy on me as he continued to fuck me in long deep strokes, occasionally smacking my ass with his hand. A continuing wave of pleasure took over me as I began to cum again, then again.

“I love you, my sweet Gina! I love you so much! I love kissing you, holding you and having you hold me. I miss you so much when you are gone from me. I think about you every minute of my day. I love you with all my heart, all my being!” I said softly, then we kissed again.

We continued to kiss as Ben mounted me. We gazed lovingly into one another’s eyes, reading each others love and desire without saying a word. I gasped as I felt him push his wonderful dick between my wet pussy lips entering me slowly.

“Baby, you feel so good! Give it all to me! Oh baby, you fill me so wonderfully!” I panted, as we continued to look into one another’s eyes.

“Your pussy feels so good, baby!” Ben groaned as he expressed his love for me in the way he made love to me. It was the way the good Lord intended. The instrument of his love came from his penis and the pleasure it gave me.

“Sooo good! Don’t stop! YES! Oh, baby, pump that pussy! DO IT! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT!” I cried, my heels spurring his ass on.

“That’s it, baby! You’re driving me wild!” Ben yelled, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrust.