Summer Heat, Husband's Return

It was a warm summer day, and I was missing my husband something fierce; he had been away on a business trip, but was due home any time. I wanted to do something special for him, and things were coming together.

I was wearing one of his favorite outfits — a simple, colorful, short summer dress, with spaghetti straps and a low neckline. And nothing else. I felt sexy and free as the soft, light fabric of the dress caressed my breasts; I went to the full-length bedroom mirror; my nipples were already hardening in anticipation of my man’s arrival. I slipped on a beaded anklet, and checked my hair and makeup. Our home is just outside town, with a high-fenced backyard and a soaking tub, and most of what I had planned for my husband would take place there.

When he arrived, I stood on tiptoe and gave him a huge hug — I had missed him so much! — and a kiss that lingered on and on; his lips were so warm and alive on mine, our tongues teasing.

“Wow — I knew you said you were looking forward to me coming home, but that was quite a welcome,” he said. We parted, still holding hands, and he checked me out, head to toe. I grinned. “You sure look comfortable,” he said. “I’d like to relax a little too, after three hours of driving.”

“Well, first come over and tell me all about your trip,” I said, leading him to the sofa. “Wait a minute — I fixed us something to drink,” I added, I padded barefoot to the kitchen, “working it” a little bit as I walked away from him. I came back and curled up beside him; he felt so good. As he told me about his trip, I shifted around on the sofa, making sure he got a good look at what I wasn’t wearing. (Yes, I was listening!)

“Why don’t we take a shower together and then spend some time outside relaxing?” I said after a while. “It’s too nice a day to sit in here.”

My husband never refuses a shower with me, so we made our way to the master bathroom. He began to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him.

“Let me do it,” I said. I slowly began undoing the rest of the buttons, kissing his beautiful chest on the way down to his waist. I pushed the shirt from his shoulders and gave his neck muscles a little massage, then traced lightly with my fingertips down his arms and up again, tickling his armpits and gliding my hands down his torso. I circled him slowly, running my fingers down his back, followed by light kisses, then reaching around to unbuckle his belt and unzip his khakis. I gave him a gentle hug from behind, caressing his chest, before slowly pushing his pants to the floor; he had already kicked off his shoes. I continued lightly stroking, down his ass, now only covered by briefs, down his legs, finally peeling his socks off. I rose, caressing him in front this time, ending with my hands cupped around his package, his penis already straining against the fabric. I massaged gently through the briefs, then finally, after teasing him to the max, pushed his briefs down to h!is feet. I moved in front of him. “Hello, gorgeous,” I said, smiling. “You look much better this way.”

“If we’re supposed to be relaxing, I can’t say that I’m any less tense,” he said, smiling. “It’s just in a different place.” Our fingers entwined as I gently played with his rigid shaft. “I’ll take care of that…eventually,” I said.

He caressed my shoulders. “Are you going to get rid of that dress?”

“I thought you liked it,” I said teasingly.

“It’s the hottest thing you wear, and you know it,” he said. “But you probably don’t want to get it wet. Or in the mood you’re in, maybe you do,” he said.

“Not today…but keep it in mind for another time,” I said, giving him a wink. I lifted the light dress easily over my head and tossed it aside.

The water felt so good; showering with my man is one of my favorite things, even when it doesn’t lead to anything else, even if we’re just going to work. Bathing each other is such a great way to connect. I soaped him thoroughly and sensually, running the bath mitt and my hands all over his body, and he did the same for me. We rinsed off, toweled each other dry and put on some sunscreen. Since our back yard is so secluded, we do spend a lot of time nude out there, but as I said, I did have something special planned.

“How about a massage?” I asked.

“It looks like you’re already prepared,” he said. “I’d love it.”

I had already laid several thick beach towels on the warm stone of the patio, massage oil ready. He lay on his stomach, closing his eyes. I’m no massage therapist, but I’ve read all the books and know the basics. I straddled him, working on his tired, tense shoulders first, moving down his back, working the soft, yet muscled mounds of his ass, gliding my hands along his legs, massaging his feet.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I said. “You’re getting a special treatment now.” I oiled myself up from neck to toes, lowered myself onto his back and glided my whole body up and down his. The full-body contact felt wonderful for me — the ultimate warm, soft snuggle, with a little tingle added in.
“How does that feel?” I raised up and he turned over, his penis hard but flopping back against his body. “Never mind,” I said. “I can tell.” I bent to give his shaft a light kiss, then oiled up his torso, arms and the front of his legs, continuing to massage.
“Does the special treatment work on the front, too?” he said.
“I think so,” I said. “Let’s see.” I lowered myself onto his body again, gliding lightly up and down, teasing his feet with mine, finding his lips for light kisses, exploring with my own body his warm, soft-yet-hard, wonderful body. I felt a rush of pleasure as my breasts slid across his chest. I rose and sat beside him on the warm stone of the patio.
“How was that?” I asked. “Do you have any tension left?”
“Well, there’s this one spot…” We both knew what he was talking about.
“Yeah, I know that always takes some extra attention,” I said, I think we’ll try this way for now,” I said, I gently embraced the tip of his penis with my lips for just a moment. “Then if the problem…arises…again later, we can try it the other way.” I giggled and gave him a deep, playful kiss.

I have to pause the story for a minute to say that I didn’t always enjoy fellatio, but I did it because I knew my husband loved it. But I’m a “sensation junkie,” as you can probably tell from this story, and I eventually lost myself in the tastes, textures and smells, the warm feeling of his penis on my cheek as I pleasure his balls, his sounds and movements, his hands in my hair or caressing my face as I go down on him. So ladies — if you haven’t tried, it, try it!

Back to the story: I moved slowly above his body, grazing his penis with my nipples; that felt so good I grasped it and massaged my breasts and nipples with it. He spread his legs farther and made that “Mmmmmm…” sound that tells me I’m on the right track. Lying next to him, I held his penis with one hand while gently surrounding his balls with my lips, swirling my tongue around them. I felt my husband’s body respond; he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. I kept going slowly, lapping long strokes from the base of his shaft to the tip; between strokes I held it against my cheek, it was so warm, so silky and sensitive yet rigid.

When the time was right I embraced his penis with my mouth, gently moving up and down while I continued to play with his balls, pulling gently, gliding my fingers over them and along his perineum, where he likes me to tease.

I was lost in the experience, pumping with my lips, swirling my tongue, massaging the base of his shaft with both hands; he stiffened and I backed off a little, licking the pre-cum from the tip, then I dove in again. Breathing heavily, caressing and clutching my head and shoulders, he was crazy with sensation. With a few more strokes I brought him to his climax, sucking long and deep to capture all his come as his shaft softened. I stretched out and we embraced in the warm sun; I kissed him with still a trace of his juices on my lips.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” I said.

“You’re amazing,” he said, hugging me tighter, gliding his hands along my back. My own desires, which had faded to the background while I pleasured him, began to stir again, that familiar feeling growing between my legs. I clutched his hair, pulling his head closer, almost grinding it into my nest; he responded, lapping deeper and stronger, as my clitoris came alive. He found it with the tip of his tongue and gently circled it — what an amazing sensation. My whole body was alive with our combined passion, as I lay in the warm sun, hearing the sounds of my husband’s pleasuring, the gentle lap of the water and the birdsong — and my own moans and cries of delight.

I came once, then again and again as he continued to work his magic between my legs. Finally I relaxed, easing into the water with him and embracing him tightly. “Do you feel welcomed home now?” I said, with a smile that dissolved into a giggle as we held each other in the quiet, warm water.

He looked at me, a thoughtful expression on his face, and then whispered, "Definitely." As he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, I knew that this perfect summer day had been everything I had hoped for, and more.

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