Wife Offers Herself to Me – Part 2

As told in Part 1 of this story, my wife had sent me an email inviting to passionately surprise her some evening, make love to her, and fulfill whatever desires or wishes I had from her.

The following is the account of how it came about. I had thought this through extensively what I wanted to enjoy with her and gathered some things for the evening and am getting prepared to take her in my arms as soon as she enters our bedroom.

Just as I was about to look through my wife’s lingerie to pick something out for her (which is in a closet behind the sliding curtain door that closes off our bedroom), she opens the door and enters the room. I have been anticipating and expecting her in her usual maroon colored full two-piece silky pyjama set that I am going to enjoy rubbing against, but she proudly walks in wearing a soft cotton robe. I can see immediately she has nothing else underneath it. So here we stand together, lovers who almost never have unplanned, spontaneous sex in the middle of the week, trying to surprise each other at the same time. Great sexual minds think alike, I guess! I am happy to go with the flow, as some of my plans are already now out of the window and begin to make the most of the opportunity.

We love to stand together and pleasure one another to start any good lovemaking session, so we embrace and begin kissing. Her wish was for me to desire her and tell her how much I wanted her and couldn’t wait to have her, so I oblige. My kissing is immediately more passionate than usual and I stop to tell her how horny I have been for her.

She is mine and I am going do devour her and enjoy her in as many ways as possible as she requested. My hands quickly begin exploring, from running fingers through her hair, to caressing her shoulders, to one hand moving under the robe to her left breast, and to the other hand pulling up the bottom of the robe to grab her butt cheek tightly.

Then both hands go to her soft butt and pull her closer, my hard cock pressing against her abdomen. We kiss madly some more, our tongues beginning to tangle together, while my hands loosen the tied belt of her robe and push it open to expose her tits to me. I pull away from our lip embrace and tell her, “I want your nipple in my mouth so bad.” My mouth and right-hand race to her left nipple, while my other hand slowly slides from her right breast, down her stomach, through her patch of curly hair, and gracefully into her wet pussy lips. Not being an expert at the typical rub-your-tummy, pat-your-head-type coordinated motions, my hand mostly rests gently on her clitoris while my mouth works more feverishly eating up her nipple. She is still nursing a young one, and I can delightfully taste the sweetness of her milk as I suck. Her hand joined mine in squeezing out the tip of her boob, presenting it out for me to enjoy. After getting my fill of that nipple, my hands switch spots, and I move to her right breast. My left hand previously in her damp love hole is now grasping her breast near my nose where I can smell her personal wetness on my fingers. I stop briefly to suck off my finger of her juice and get a preview taste of what I will be enjoying with my tongue later.

I stop sucking her tits briefly, and she quickly asks, “Where do you want me next? This is your night to do whatever you like.” I ask her to sit on the edge of the bed, her robe still on but open in the front. Part of her request had given me permission to rub my hard member all over her if I liked, and since I liked, that was next. I moved in close, half kneeling on a corner of the bed and half standing so my cock would be near her tits. She understood and took hold of my cock and first held it tight to her breasts, rubbing her nipples with it. I pulled in tight to her body, and she pressed her boobs together enveloping my hard cock in her cleavage. What a feeling! Some extra lubricant might have helped, but still, it felt wonderful to move up and down between her boobs and her squeezing of her hands.

I then pulled away and did something I had never done. I stood to the side or her and had her bend over to put my cock more at the height of her head. Since I was on her side, I was able to grab a handful of her hair and wrap it around my cock. I stroked myself up and down a few times with the feeling of her soft hair between my hand and the skin of my manhood.

It was a good chance to share some verbal encouragement with each other. “How is that?” she asked. “Wonderful,” I grunted. “Do you like my hair on your cock?” she queried. “I sure do,” was my response. “Did you enjoy the taste of my pussy juice and my milk in your mouth,” was answered with, “Loved it. Can’t wait to taste you more later.” “What else do you want for your cock now?” to which I replied, “Time to be in your mouth.”

I moved over to be directly in front of her, and her hands and mouth went to work. One hand pulled me in tighter by grabbing my behind, and the other took the base of my cock and aimed it for her waiting lips. She licked her lips once and then rather than her usual slow licking and working up to sucking, she immediately took in as much of my cock as she good and her head began moving up and down as I watched from above. We were at the perfect height and position from my perspective, and I grasped the sides of her head, pushing back her lovely hair from her face and began to rock back and forth into her wet mouth. Sometimes I feel a little too much of her teeth when she does oral, but not this time, and usually, I just relax and let her provide the movement, but tonight and from this position I more aggressively wanted to feel like I was making love to her mouth. I began to rock back and forth into her waiting mouth as I looked down and enjoyed the view of what she was doing. I probably could have cum quite easily in this position it felt so good, but there was much more left to the evening before it would be finished.

I pulled out of her mouth and told her I had one request before we moved onto the bed to fulfill my other desires for the evening. I asked her to turn around and bend over the bed so I could enjoy something I absolutely love but don’t ask for very often.

I pushed up the bottom of her robe onto her back and prepared to plunge my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I briefly placed my hands between her legs to feel how wet and soft she was, and before going into her realized this was another opportunity I rarely get that I couldn’t resist.

I got on my knees and hungrily buried my face in between her legs, pressing my tongue as deep as possible into her wetness. I lapped at her for just a short time, and then, knowing that she was clean from having just showered, slowly ran my tongue north from her clitoris, through the complete length of her vagina, across her perineum, and leisurely across her back opening.

She let out a soft coo, to which I stood and holding my cock in my left hand guided it into her wet vaginal opening. My pace quickened as I rocked in and out of her, while grabbing her by the hips, and told her how good it felt. “It feels so great to be in your wet pussy, feeling the softness of your butt against me. I love enjoying you like this. You look and feel so hot with my cock buried in you.”

At this point, my plans for the evening had already been altered by her coming in wearing nothing but a robe and before I had my chance to pick out some alternative lingerie for her to change into, so I made minor adjustments to what I wanted from her. I had planned to enjoy watching her change into a sheer top, mini-skirt, crotchless panties and fishnet stockings and then visually take in her pleasuring of herself, so instead I just skipped right to the “watching her” part.

I asked her to first lie on the bed and touch herself. She laid back on some pillows and pressed up her tits together and then pinched her nipples, eyes closed in pleasure, until one nipple became to leak drips of her sweet milk. I was kneeling over her watching and stroking my own hardness, but took a break to lean down and lick up the drips from her milky boobs.

One hand then moved down to her glistening hairy clit and disappeared slightly inside her pussy lips. I told her to forget about me for a short time and just relax and make herself feel wonderful (which made us both feel wonderful).

However, I couldn’t sit back for long and soon dove with my head between her legs, face towards her feet, to taste her juices. I licked lightly over her still wiggling and stroking fingers that continued to pleasure her wetness. I stopped and told her, “I really need to eat your pussy now. What position do you want to be in?” Her reply in keeping with the theme of the evening was, “that is for you to decide. This is your night to enjoy me however you want.” I considered the delicious options momentarily and then had her just lie relaxed on the bed on her back.

I told my wife her only role now was to enjoy and keep telling me what she liked best. “I want to taste your juices so bad,” were the last words I said for awhile as my face moved in between her legs. I started with a few long licks all around her vaginal area but quickly settled into the soft flicking of her clit that I knew she enjoyed.

For several minutes my tongue got a workout and a full taste of her beautiful love offering as I answered her desires with a variety of soft licks, deep tongue thrusts, sucking and kissing, as well as two fingers pressed deep into her vaginal opening looking for her favorite internal spots.

She couldn’t be any wetter or hotter at this point, so I slid my body up hers and probed with my cock until it found the soft dripping opening to enter. Our faces met now too, and she hungrily lapped all around my mouth, tasting her juices from my still wet lips. I pressed in deep and pumped her hard a few times as I again let her know how badly I wanted to enjoy her and that I was expecting to be inside her in several positions before the night ended. I had in mind how I wanted to ultimately orgasm in her, but told her she was free to hold off or let go whenever it felt the best for her.

I stayed on her only briefly as I wanted to move through some other positions, so I sat up on the bed. She straddled my upper thighs and lowered herself onto my penis, helping guiding it into place with her hand. We rocked together for a short time, enjoying the face-to-face contact and chests pressed tight together.

When my legs became a bit uncomfortable from her full weight resting on them, I suggested a change. I lied back on the bed, head resting on a pillow, and she began to climb on top of me, maybe her favorite spot. “Wait. I want you facing the other way to start” I requested and she moved onto my body in reverse cowgirl position. We had done this maybe only once before that I recalled, and honestly I don’t recall it being that great. However, this time it was definitely something special. Maybe we were in a slightly different position, maybe her legs were in a better spot, maybe it was just the passion of the night, or maybe it helped that she has now become more comfortable with touching her clit during intercourse, but this turned into a highlight of the evening.

I certainly could have pushed towards cumming in this position, but because I had other plans in mind for later I tried my best to hold off. My hot wife, however, eventually could not take it any more. She is not multi-orgasmic that she has ever experienced, but most of the time our intercourse does bring her to orgasm, and I could tell from her movements and verbalizations that she was enjoying this position and moving towards that point. We stayed here for several minutes as I enjoyed the sight and feel of her soft butt in front of me and pressed against my abdomen and groin, and she began thrusting her hips up and down, back and forth against my hard shaft, all the while with one hand rubbing her clit and the other softly exploring around my balls, perineum, and inner thighs.

I reminded her in her building pleasure that I would make sure she orgasmed at some time later if not now, but she couldn’t hold back and soon convulsed harder over my cock with soft sighs coming from her mouth, lost in the pleasure of her own orgasm.

More could be written about how she then turned around and allowed me to continue to make love with her on top while I sucked her beautiful tits, now hanging in front of my face, or how I took my turn on top of her, first lying tight and flat together on the bed, but eventually raising up her legs first to my chest and then with her calves up on my shoulders as I rammed my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy, again more aggressively then usual as she had requested for the evening. I could tell how I pulled out briefly, her legs still pressed up against her chest, and dove heatedly again with my tongue into her honey pot. Her clit was swollen still and juiciness abounded as I lapped at her and extended my tongue as deep as it would go into her opening.

Finally, I asked her to get on all fours where I planned to complete the evening with my cum spurting deep into her. She raised her backside to me as she looked back with a smile, and after some minor adjustments to get the height right once I was inside her, I began to pump in and out to seek my ultimate pleasure.

Again, sparing all the pleasurable details, suffice it to say I made love to her in this position for several minutes, alternating between soft and hard thrusting, and eventually began to piston in and out of her harder and faster than I had ever done before until my orgasm began to build.

As I edged closer I slowed to enjoy the almost out of control feeling and express verbally again my love and desire for my wife. “Ooh, you are so hot. I love being in your wet pussy. I can’t hold back much longer it feels so good. I want to cum deep in you.” When she turned back once more and passionately groaned, “Yesss, I want you to shoot your cum in me,” it was too much to hold back and I stiffened and released. My face grimaced in delight as pulse after pulse released into her while I grasped her hips and kept us held tight together.

Spent and satisfied, I pulled out and relaxed onto the bed next to her. We snuggled, kissed a little more, and generally shared our satisfaction with everything about the evening. Thank God for shared passion and freedom to give and take in a married sex relationship.