“Oh K, oh K, feels soooooo good. So damn good. Pound me harder, babe, pound me harder!”
What a luscious site before me; my beloved Kay with her back to me as she leaned forward in the shower. Her palms opened and bracing herself against the tiles. Her heaving breasts molding into the tiling with each thrust; spilling outwards to the sides of her feminine torso. Oh, how I love side boob, especially hers.
We were both panting from the exertion and the humidity of our hot, steamy shower.
Kissing and pawing each other as we did when first married; we still adore slow, passionate foreplay; our bodies could no longer take the separation and needed to be joined together as one.
I honored my wife’s primal request.
Man and woman. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Just as God ordained. Passionately making love together in the exotic confines of our shower; steaming up the bathroom and the glass shower door. Anyone listening in would have been in for quite a show.
And can my Kay ever moan. With each thrust she moaned and purred. “”Oh my K, my K, mmmmmmmmm. Feels so gooooooood. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes…yes…yes…Mmmmmmmmmmm. Ooooooooooh, Ahhhhhhhhhh,” she panted.
“I love you babe, I love you, oooooooohhhhhhhh,” she muttered between deep long breaths.
“Your balls feel so manly slapping against my big ass…I love it. Oh, that’s it K. That’s it. Right there. Stretch me, babe, that’s right stretch me. Stretch your woman.Yes.”
“A-hah. A-hah. Yes…yes…yes! Pound your woman…that’s right, pound her right here in the shower. That’s right, that’s right. Oh. Oh. Oh. Right there. Right there! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Impale me with your manhood, impale me, my husband. Mmmmmmmmmm.”
More panting, more moaning. I adore listening to her experience these incredible throes of passion.
It’s a bit of a challenge with our height differentials. I’m around 6’ 3” and she is barely over 5 feet tall. Yet we make it work, lol.
In pure ecstasy, plowing myself in and out of my soul mate’s tight greedy pussy—she suddenly and without warning reached behind herself grasping the cheeks of my butt, digging her nails in firmly for leverage.
“Agggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” She screamed as I buried myself even deeper.
Holding me in place for a moment, leaning back against me—she grabbed my hands placing them under her full breasts.
“Don’t move, honey. Don’t move. Hold me like this. Hold me, please.”
We froze in place like this for quite a while as the hot water cascaded upon our nakedness. Our bodies were molded in place like this. I stopped thrusting as she backed into me. She was expertly kneading her amazing breasts with my hands.
“Mmmmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Look at that. I love watching your sexy hands on my breasts, K. I love it. So intimate and erotic. Look how big you made my nipples.”
They were swollen alright. Huge. Like fresh ripe strawberries, nestled between her intensely erotic areola—rounder than a Kennedy half dollar. With all the restraint I could muster, I resisted the urge to fully explode deep into the mysterious confines of her womanhood. I really wanted to fill her full of my seed. Yet I waited.
“Feed me, honey. Feed me, please.” And with that, she lifted her breasts up towards her mouth; her hands leading under mine. She plopped one swollen nipple into her mouth and nursed herself straining to maintain eye contact with me.
This is so incredibly hot.
“I love sucking my titties K, you know that;” she said between plopping sounds.
“Mmmmmmmm. So tender and so nurturing. Oh K, oh K. Watch me suck my titties.”
I was her willing spectator. She lovingly went back and forth, cupping her incredible tits with our hands, kneading them, flicking the tip of her tongue onto them and sucking them. Taking her time, she was enjoying herself. So was I.
And I’m still rock hard, buried to the hilt, waiting to shoot her full of my spunk, but not yet.
My kindred continued tenderly loving and tasting her breasts. Despite the stream of hot water and the steam, I could see goosebumps on her cute fuzzy blonde arms and thighs. She is a naturally hairy girl who keeps the magnificent brown forest between her legs nicely trimmed and manicured. She shaves her calves yet not the thick blonde peach fuzz on her thighs, forearms and lightly upon her jawline.
After sating herself on her breasts, Kay gently pushed herself further into me forcing me backwards. To my disappointment, she took a step forward towards the shower head, forcing me to fall out of her.
Turning to face me, her breasts pressing into my stomach; her big brown eyes locked onto mine, she clamped both of her little hands around my veiny cock. Her grip was quite impressive, as was the look of love and desire in those dreamy eyes. It was the look only a naked, multi-orgasmic wife could give her incredibly blessed husband in the shower. She slowly lowered herself onto her knees…
The voice on the speaker phone jolted me back to reality. “Your conference call will begin shortly, your line has now been muted. Please stand by.”
Waiting for the call to begin, my mind drifted back to the steamy sendoff Kay gave me last night in the shower that seemed so long ago. Now I’m stuck in conference calls all day, as part of an out of town management retreat, finalizing the remaining acquisition details of our newly acquired company.
The call wasn’t 10 minutes old when something quite unexpected happened. I became very bored listening to the CEO and regional VPs as they chimed in. Fortunately, it was a nice sunny day and I had a window close by.
My cell phone buzzed, glad for the distraction, I looked to see who it was, hoping for some snarky comments from my colleagues about the presenter. I was wrong.
Someone sent me a Snapchat message.
What the hell? I don’t use this app. How did it get installed onto my phone?
I don’t even use Snapchat, and don’t know much about it, except that users can send messages, videos or pictures that appear for around 10 seconds then suddenly disappear. Not thinking this totally through, I mindlessly opened up the Snap message.
My incredible wife sent me a Snap.
“Hey baby. I’m sorry you are stuck in conference calls out of town all day. Wish you were here with me.” She was sitting up on our bed, her back against the headboard.
Wow, that was nice of her to think of me. She remembered my calls started right about now, such a sweet girl, she is.
Smiling at her thoughtfulness and resourcefulness of somehow installing this app without my knowledge, I put it back on the desk. The phone wasn’t on my desk for 5 minutes when it buzzed again. Intrigued, I saw it was another Snap.
I gasped as I watched her now clad only in that sexy black bra and matching lacy panties I like. Effortlessly without breaking eye contact; Kay reached behind herself unclasping the bra, peeling down both straps and off tossing it towards the screen with that look in her eyes. Her delectable breasts bounced with her movements. She said nothing.
My member slowly began awaking from its slumber.
The conference call drolled on for quite a few minutes. My phone buzzed again.
I excitedly reached for the phone. There she was, posing in front of our full length mirror, looking over her shoulder at the camera. Standing there totally naked in all her feminine glory. Kay purposely posed at an angle giving me maximum exposure to her outstanding side boob. The look in her eyes suggested she was in the mood.
“Hello K? Are you there? What are your thoughts about the new regional structure?”
Damnit, I was so wrapped up admiring Kay’s sexy Snaps that I didn’t hear them call my name on the speaker phone.
“Um, sorry about that, we must be having trouble with this connection. Can you hear me now?”
I moved the phone around and fumbled with an answer while looking over my notes as the cell buzzed again. I had a nice hard-on going now.
I should not have attempted to do both at the same time.
“What? What was that you said K?”
I mumbled some corporate talk in response to their question while opening up Snap.
This 10 second clip was incredible. There she was, laying naked on her back, with her head partially hanging backwards over the edge of the bed facing the camera. Incredibly, she was deep-throating one of her dildos. And when I say deep throating, I mean, deep throating. I could literally see the dildo bulging outward as she slowly guided it up and down her throat. How did she do that?
“Well, the consultant’s report was pretty thorough,” I bull-shitted. “I think we should follow the recommendations she proposed.”
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again.
This time, in the same position, her head was hanging a little further backwards over the edge of the bed. Her thick brunette mane cascaded down unto the carpet of our bedroom, as did her arms. Her fingers barely touching the carpeting. This position really accentuated her beautiful breasts by thrusting her torso upwards towards the ceiling.
And she was blindfolded.
“What is she up to now,” I thought to myself. She looked very erotic yet vulnerable in that position.
Desperately wishing I could join her, I readjusted the budge in my trousers. Now I was really distracted. The conference call went on for maybe another 15 – 20 minutes. I kept checking my phone. No Snaps. What was she doing back home? She got me all worked up, then stopped sending them to me. Reluctantly, I stopped rubbing my stiff dick.
A few minutes later, my patience was rewarded.
Opening the Snap, my amazing wife, prone in the same position, except this time the short clip showed her entire nude form. Somehow, she was tightly bound with several silk scarves or something binding her ankles together. A little higher up, her knees were bound in the same way. Further up, something resembling a bungie cord tightly bound her thighs together. Her arms still thrown back over her head—yet, her elbows were bound together by a scarf—and both wrists were handcuffed to my 25 pound dumb bells. She wasn’t going anywhere.
What was all this about? If the sight of my beloved prone in that position wasn’t amazing enough, all over her nude form were little tan looking circles or blotches. Seemingly everywhere. On her ankles. Her thighs. Hips. Tummy. Her breasts. Throat.
There were a lot of them. What were they?
I hate that these Snaps are only 10 seconds long and can only be repeated once, such a tease.
Another few minutes went by. My phone buzzed.
A similar image in the same position. Except this time, there were similar glops the same color, this time deposited throughout her luscious brown pubic hair. And on the nightstand in the background off to her side —a lit candle. My oh my. Kay apparently dripped hot candle wax all over her body as she lay on her back. All over herself. How did she do that? All tightly bound and everything.
More time went by, the conference call dragged on. Nothing from my beloved. What was she up to know? My heart raced. Eyes darting back and forth from my laptop to my cell.
The conversation covered budget targets, expense control, proposed restructuring, staff reductions, etc. It was difficult staying focused.
Maybe 20 minutes went by before my phone buzzed again.
Opening the Snap, this time my sweet Kay was lying face down on her tummy atop the bed. Arms behind her back and bound together at the wrists and elbows by the same scarves. Except this time, her legs were splayed apart facing the camera with an incredible view of her inviting rump and luscious lips. Too my surprise, there was a twist. Barely sticking out, I could see the bottom of her dildo buried deep into her pussy, and a butt plug up her ass. Fully on display for my brief enjoyment. I love seeing her stretched out like that. Yet how did she accomplish all this light bondage by herself? Only one answer, her crazy sister must have assisted her off camera again.
Watching Kay’s performance was incredible and made the conference call fly by. I kept hoping my name wouldn’t be called again. At least she was helping me get through these boring calls.
More time went by. By dick was still throbbing, waiting for the next installment of her private peepshow.
It took a while, yet my phone buzzed again.
This Snap treated me to a bird’s eye view of Kay on her back. No more scarves. Legs apart facing the camera. Eyes staring right at me through the camera as she was making love to herself. With a big cucumber. Yes, a cucumber. She worked it in and out of herself several times during those delightful 10 seconds. Damn that was hot. How can she take in a cucumber that large? From the look on her face she was certainly enjoying herself. I was suddenly jealous of that lucky cucumber.
More talk about budgets, quarterly projections, proposed regional headquarters, accounts payable, receivables, etc. I remembered none of it as I anticipated Kay’s next Snap.
I waited, and waited and waited. Nothing. Maybe an hour passed. I even spoke on the call for a few minutes, taking advantage of not being distracted by my incredible woman back home. Just as I was finishing up, my phone buzzed.
Greedily, I opened her Snap. What the hell!?!?!?
Never thought I would live to see this day. Kay was all cleaned up, clearly she showered since the last Snap. No more candle wax or scarf restraints. This time, still naked, she was sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, facing the camera, knees apart with that sexy look on her face that always tells me she is up to something.
I knew whatever was coming, it was going to be special.
A few minutes later, in the same position, Kay was running her hair brush through her lovely lady garden. Nice, slow strokes while looking me in the eyes. I was mesmerized watching her seductively running that brush through her forest of velvety soft pubic hair.
Another vibration. Another Snap. To my amazement, now in one hand was that same hair brush, the other hand, a pair of scissors.
Several minutes elapsed. The phone buzzed.
With one hand she was pulling up strands of her pubes, while her other hand was cutting them off. Substantially.
Another Snap. Kay was taking the scissors to her entire pussy. What was she doing?
This continued for several Snaps. Finally, having removed all of her pubes that she could with the scissors, she started applying my shaving cream to her mound.
The phone buzzed. Another 10 seconds of her lathering herself. Then another. And another.
Finally, a series of Snaps appeared as she slowly and carefully shaved herself until she was totally bald down there. Bare as the day she was born. I have never seen my beloved totally bald before. It was quite a site. Without the thick hair covering them, this new totally shaved look really accentuated the size of her pussy lips. I knew they were big, but not this big.
So right there, while trying to pay attention to this boring conference call, while savoring her incredibly unexpected Snapchat show; without warning–my sweetheart shaved her pussy bald.
Never thought I would see the day. We are from the old school and she is not ashamed of her body, the way God created her. We both enjoy the natural, neatly trimmed look; even though I do shave my balls to make myself look “bigger,” lol. Until a few moments ago, Kay could boast of sporting a thicker patch of pubic hair than her husband. But not anymore.
Her next Snap featured her on her back, on our bed. All smooth. Nice and clean everywhere. Her sexy knees pressed together, her body reflecting the soft candle light. Her hair off to the right side down towards her waist with a big smile on her lovely face. Smiling through her sexy red lipstick displaying her magnificent white teeth, she had written three words across her now baby smooth mound.
Waiting 4 U
And someone knocked on my office door…