Velvet Touch After Dark

To my husband and lover, don’t come home late tonight –

I waited in the living room, the scent of old movies clinging to the air, a familiar comfort in this secluded space. The black-and-white flick flickered on the screen, casting a muted glow across the room. I'd chosen it intentionally, a classic that always delivered, knowing it would be a welcome distraction from the growing anticipation that coiled in my stomach. It wasn’t just the thought of you, but the physical build-up, the slow burn of desire that had been simmering since you left earlier. I shifted on the sofa, deliberately seeking your gaze, wanting to draw you in, to feed off your attention. The popcorn bowl sat empty beside me, a silent testament to the hours I’d spent lost in thought.

As the film progressed, I found myself increasingly focused on your presence, on the way the light caught your face as you leaned back, the subtle movements of your body as you shifted your weight. It wasn’t just the visual stimulation, but the sounds – your breathing, the occasional sigh, the rustle of your clothing as you adjusted your position. Each sound was a tiny spark, igniting the fire within me. I could feel my pulse quicken, my breath growing shallow, the heat rising in my chest. My hand instinctively reached out, tracing the outline of the sofa cushions, seeking a grounding point amidst the escalating desire.

A strange pull, a magnetic force, drew me closer to you. I moved slightly, angling my body to be more directly in line with your gaze. You noticed, a flicker of amusement in your eyes, and a slow smile spread across your lips. It was a silent acknowledgment, a mutual understanding of the unspoken longing between us. I pressed my body against yours, intentionally letting my hips brush against your side, feeling the warmth of your skin against mine. A shiver ran through me, a delicious combination of excitement and vulnerability. The scent of your cologne, familiar and comforting, filled my senses, further intensifying the sensations.

I excused myself, rising from the sofa and heading towards the stairs, the soft carpet cushioning my steps. As I ascended, I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of our bedroom door. The image was undeniably pleasing, a stark contrast to the growing heat within me. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, revealing the creamy white expanse of my thighs and legs, the protruding nipples that I knew you found so alluring. The t-shirt, one of those long ones you always bring home from the trade shows, was the perfect fit, stopping just below my buttocks, leaving ample room for exploration. It draped nicely across my breasts, concealing little, yet highlighting their fullness, and did nothing to hide the prominent shape of my vulva. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Downstairs, I found you reclining on the sofa, just as I’d imagined. You’d changed into more comfortable clothes, a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a simple t-shirt, but even in that casual attire, you possessed an undeniable charm. You seemed relaxed, almost lost in the world of the film, but I knew your eyes were searching for me, just as mine were searching for you. I joined you on the sofa, deliberately leaning closer, pressing my body against yours, rubbing against the growing presence in your boxer shorts. The fabric strained, a silent invitation, and I knew you were responding to my touch, your body tensing beneath my hand.

As the movie continued, I found myself growing even more focused on you, on the subtle shifts in your expression, the way your muscles flexed as you shifted your weight. The classic film served as a mere backdrop, a catalyst for the escalating desire between us. I could feel my body responding, my breathing becoming more rapid, my heart pounding in my chest. It started with gentle exploration – my belly, my breasts, caressed lovingly, and then you slipped your fingers between my legs, finding my smoothness and the protruding lips of my warm, wet vagina. You opened me, dipping your fingers in, probing, thrusting gently into me, rubbing my clitoris. My juices flowed, a torrent of pleasure, a testament to the power of our connection. You were hard and wanted release, and I craved it, wanted it deep inside me, wanted it passionately, wanted you to take me to bed and fill every inch of your stiff penis.

We made our way to the bedroom, the quiet intimacy of the space amplifying our shared desires. You asked me to get things ready, which I did, lighting candles around the room, turning down the covers and fluffing up the pillows, while you dismissed yourself to the bathroom promising to join me in just a few minutes. As I waited, my thoughts swirled with anticipation, my body tingling with anticipation. The scent of the burning candles mingled with the lingering aroma of your cologne, creating an intoxicating blend. I checked myself in the full-length mirror on the back of our bedroom door, admiring the way the candlelight illuminated my curves, emphasizing the fullness of my breasts and the allure of my exposed thighs. The image was pleasing, a reminder of the pleasure that awaited us.

When you returned, your silhouetted image appeared in the doorway, dressed only in a pair of bikini briefs, your manhood already aroused and straining at the taught fabric. Your body was as trim and fit as it was on the first night of our honeymoon, when I first saw you naked, when together we discovered for the first time in our lives all the pleasures of sensual love, when I laid eyes on your erect penis and wondered how it would fit inside of me and then opened my legs to you and felt your wonderfully fill every recess of my vagina. You looked so good, your body clean shaven, standing next to our bed. I knelt at the edge and slid my hands all over your smooth contours, reaching down to stroke your manhood until it popped out of your bikini, no longer able to contain its burgeoning length. The sight of it sent shivers down my spine, a delicious mix of excitement and anticipation.

I raised the t-shirt slowly over my head until I was naked in front of you, your hands going immediately to my breasts, stroking, kneading, and caressing their supple flesh, cupping their fullness, pressing your lips to my nipples, sucking gently on their soft mass while I continued to stroke your manhood. The heat intensified, spreading through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. I knelt on the floor in front of you, pulling down your bikini, exposing your beautiful rod. I encase your penis between the soft flesh of my breasts, stroking up and down its length. My eyes locked with yours, feeling the want burning in your gaze. A drop of your pre-cum oozes from the taught, purple head of your manhood, which I lovingly tongue from the taught tip. You groan with ecstasy.

I returned to the bed, pulling you with me, opening my legs and guiding your penis into my open slit. You grab my legs, and sink your manhood into me. I crane my neck to watch you pump your erect phallus in and out of me. Your eyes are fixed on my vagina, watching your manhood glistening with my juices penetrate and withdraw. I reach down and rub my clitoris in front of you, from time to time letting my fingertips press along the top of the heated shaft gliding in and out of me. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, a symphony of sensation that consumed me completely. You were hard and wanted release, and I was giving it to you, feeding your desires, indulging your every whim.

We make our way to the bedroom. You ask me to get things ready, which I do, lighting candles around the room, turning down the covers and fluffing up the pillows, while you dismiss yourself to the bathroom promising to join me in just a few minutes. On the bed I await you. Your silhouetted image appears in the doorway. You are dressed only in a pair of bikini briefs, your manhood already aroused and straining at the taught fabric. Your body is as trim and fit as it was on the first night of our honeymoon, when I first saw you naked, when together we discovered for the first time in our lives all the pleasures of sensual love, when I laid eyes on your erect penis and wondered how it would fit inside of me and then opened my legs to you and felt your wonderfully fill every recess of my vagina. You look so good, your body clean shaven, standing next to our bed. I kneel at the edge and glide my hands all over your smooth contours, reach down to stroke your manhood until it pops out of your bikini, no longer able to contain its burgeoning length.

I raise the t-shirt slowly over my head until I am naked in front of you. Your hands go immediately to my breasts, stroking, kneading, and caressing their supple flesh, cupping their fullness, pressing your lips to my nipples, sucking gently on their soft mass while I continue to stroke your manhood. I kneel on the floor in front of you, pulling down your bikini, exposing your beautiful rod. I encase your penis between the soft flesh of my breasts, stroking up and down its length. My eyes lock with yours, feeling the want burning in your gaze. A drop of your pre-cum oozes from the taught, purple head of your manhood, which I lovingly tongue from the taught tip. You groan with ecstasy.

I return to the bed, pulling you with me, opening my legs and guiding your penis into my open slit. You grab my legs, and sink your manhood into me. I crane my neck to watch you pump your erect phallus in and out of me. Your eyes are fixed on my vagina, watching your manhood glistening with my juices penetrate and withdraw. I reach down and rub my clitoris in front of you, from time to time letting my fingertips press along the top of the heated shaft gliding in and out of me. My juices flow. You are hard and want release. I want it, too, want it deep inside me, want it passionately, want you to take me to bed and be filled with every inch of your stiff penis.

We make our way to the bedroom. You ask me to get things ready, which I do, lighting candles around the room, turning down the covers and fluffing up the pillows, while you dismiss yourself to the bathroom promising to join me in just a few minutes. On the bed I await you. Your silhouetted image appears in the doorway. You are dressed only in a pair of bikini briefs, your manhood already aroused and straining at the taught fabric. Your body is as trim and fit as it was on the first night of our honeymoon, when I first saw you naked, when together we discovered for the first time in our lives all the pleasures of sensual love, when I laid eyes on your erect penis and wondered how it would fit inside of me and then opened my legs to you and felt your wonderfully fill every recess of my vagina.

You look so good, your body clean shaven, standing next to our bed. I kneel at the edge and glide my hands all over your smooth contours, reach down to stroke your manhood until it pops out of your bikini, no longer able to contain its burgeoning length. I raise the t-shirt slowly over my head until I am naked in front of you. Your hands go immediately to my breasts, stroking, kneading, and caressing their supple flesh, cupping their fullness, pressing your lips to my nipples, sucking gently on their soft mass while I continue to stroke your manhood.

I kneel on the floor in front of you, pulling down your bikini, exposing your beautiful rod. I encase your penis between the soft flesh of my breasts, stroking up and down its length. My eyes lock with yours, feeling the want burning in your gaze. A drop of your pre-cum oozes from the taught, purple head of your manhood, which I lovingly tongue from the taught tip. You groan with ecstasy.

I return to the bed, pulling you with me, opening my legs and guiding your penis into my open slit. You grab my legs, and sink your manhood into me. I crane my neck to watch you pump your erect phallus in and out of me. Your eyes are fixed on my vagina, watching your manhood glistening with my juices penetrate and withdraw. I reach down and rub my clitoris in front of you, from time to time letting my fingertips press along the top of the heated shaft gliding in and out of me.

An orgasm overtakes me, my vagina tightening around you, pushing you towards your own climax. Before the waves of passion have finished sweeping over my body, you explode inside of me. I feel the splash of your hot seed inside my vagina. You hold tight, gripping as though for your very life, until you are spent and collapse on top of me.

When your strength recovers, you draw me off the bed, lying down on the floor, asking me to kneel away from you. I do, my tush just above your head. You pull me down and bury your face between my thighs and begin lapping at my vagina, shoving your tongue into my pink hole, withdrawing, and then swirling it all over my clitoris.

I look down and see your penis, lying limp, and lower myself down lick you. From the flaccid head to your balls, I trace a wet line down your manhood and then back up. You begin to respond to my wet touch, your penis hardening, and I take you into my mouth. I watch in the full-length mirror as our sixty-nine plays out on the floor.

I can taste the two of us as I suck your semi-rigid shaft back to life. You have stopped licking. I hear you moaning on the floor. You beg me to take you back into my vagina. I most willingly comply.

Raising myself up and facing away from you, I lower myself down onto you. I watch in the full-length mirror as your penis spreads open my protruding lips and then I as I encase you in my tight velvet wetness. Up and down on you I ride, watching your beautiful tool disappearing inside of me. I rub myself with you, bring myself to come rubbing my clitoris with you. And then I watch the little spasms taking place at the bottom of your penis as your manhood erupts inside of me.

We return to our bed satiated and exhausted, dozing off immediately into a deep sleep. The next morning, as I am lying on my belly, I feel your heat rubbing against me, and then your body moving on top of mine as your penis enters my vagina and you plunge away, thrusting until you come deep inside of me. Whatever plans we had for the weekend we cancel opting instead to spend the days in bed, loving and sleeping. And so, my loving husband, I hope you will remember this whenever working late at the office and hurry home. I will be waiting for you.

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