Beautiful in Blue

It’s about three p.m. when I text my wife from work.  “I teach tonight until 5:30, so go without me, and I’ll meet you there.”  We have a dinner party with some friends at 6:00 and I reason that it will save hassle if I just go directly and avoid traffic across town.  I add in a separate message, “What are you going to wear?  Do I need to change my shirt from this morning?” It seems to matter to her that we don’t clash or something.  I don’t understand it, but it’s easy for me to accommodate, and there’s no harm in looking good together.  We tease that I wear the pants in the family, but she tells me which ones, what color, and what day!

She responds with a snap chat message.  Instead of an outfit or a dress, the picture is a bra and panty set laid out on our bed.  They are lovely blue and just the right amount of lacy and sexy.  I imagine her in them and feel myself swell downstairs.  “Excellent choice ;)” I respond, feeling a little like Captain Obvious.  She doesn’t message me the rest of the afternoon, but that image flashes in my mind over and over.  Good thing I have a lecture to distract me.

Later at the dinner party, she is wearing a tasteful little black dress and a winning smile.  She kisses me fervently when I arrive, but remains with the other ladies for much of the evening.  I engage with the usual football debates within the guy circle, but frequently get distracted by the sound of her laughter across the room.  I love football, so something must be quite alluring to pull me away!

Eventually, the festivities come to a close, and we go home.  I close up the house for the night and follow her upstairs.  “Will you come over and unzip me?” she asks, as I kick out of my shoes.  She is flexible and fully able to reach every spot on her back, but I play along and ask, “I don’t know, will the view go away after ten seconds?”  “Come over and find out,” she replies, taking off her earrings.  I empty my pockets on the desk and saunter over, trying to play it cool.  “You look lovely in this” I exclaim before reaching her side and kissing her on the cheek.  I run my hand up the zipper’s seam until I reach the small pull.  It glides down easily and ends where her curve begins.  The seam parts as I draw her close to my body and add “now show me how you look out of it.”  Obediently, she reaches up to slide the dress down her arms.  Her bare shoulders grace the night as the cloth falls to her hips where I regrip to let it drop the rest of the way.  Her skin is warm, and I am treated to the soft feel of her panties as my hands begin to wander.  She steps with one foot out of the pile and kicks it out of the way with the other as she turns to face me.  I hold her buns and keep our crotches together as she leans back to unbutton my shirt.  I stare helplessly at her cleavage and the fullness of her bra.  Her bust is modest, but it drives me wild in every way.  She peels my shirt back, and I regrettably let go of her derriere to pull out of the rolled up sleeves.  Her hands lovingly fondle my chest and abs, making me feel special like only a woman’s touch can.

We begin kissing passionately, paying tribute to the French.  At one point, she nibbles my lip, and I spank her with my right hand as punishment.  She lets out a little yelp and gives me a lookd as if she’s pretending to be shocked.  She then looks down and asserts, “aren’t you a little overdressed.”  “So it seems,” I agree, as I unzip my pants and pull them down along with my underwear.  My cock springs out of its cage, eager to be free.

When I look up, I see her nipples are swollen, and they poke through the cups begging for release.  I am happy to oblige and gingerly slide my left hand down her shoulder taking the bra strap with it.  My right-hand releases the clasp in the back and follows the same path around her arm.  The tension goes slack, and I drape my palms down her chest, letting my wrists push away the veil.  It makes a soft sound as it hits the floor, and my senses are in overdrive as I caress her boobs.  She fondles my cock gently, swirling the precum around the head.  After a few minutes, I hold her and tell her to jump up.  She wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her in perfect time.  She locks her legs around me, and I link my arms behind her as she leans back.  It is a submissive gesture, and I bury my face in her endowment.  The kissing and sucking of her nipples cause her to moan softly, and she is damp against my skin.

I could have spent all day there, but eventually, she leans into me and lets go with her legs.  As I release her to her feet, she says, “don’t spoil your dinner” with a wink.  Both of us are winkers; we know it’s cheesy, but it’s fun to do, and it’s our joke to each other.  I play along and ask, “where shall we have the main course?”  She answers by backing up to the end of the bed and gesturing a sexy come-hither motion with her finger.  She turns around and climbs on the mattress, ass in the air.  Her skin tone flows beautifully into the dark blue of her panties, and her hair flips to the side playfully as she looks over.  I crawl on after and place my body above her, my stomach on her lower back.  My cock rubs against her butt, and the pressure feels divine.  I blow gently on the side of her neck before kissing and exploring her bare back.  The vertebrae of her spine contour gracefully and I slowly make my way down kissing each one inch by inch.  After I reach the lower third, I suddenly lick the entire length clear up to her hairline.  She seems surprised by this and arches as I get to the top and resume sucking her neck.  The pressure is mounting, but I want to warm her up a bit more.  “This is lovely torture,” I think to myself as I feel my cock beg for attention.  I taste my way back to where I left off and continued down to play with the hemline of her underwear.  I rub her cheeks and thighs gently but then powerfully push up her back seeing the muscles move under my hands and scrunch the skin around her shoulder blades.  I let them wander beneath her and slightly graze the soft skin of her breasts, tickling the surface like a breeze.  She shudders and lets out a soft mmmm.  As my hands glide to her pelvis, the teasing is over, and I roll her panties down, breathing in the smell of her wetness.  She raises her hips into an A-frame to allow me to slide the garment below her knees and to her ankles.  The view is amazing, and I am intoxicated by the sight of her pussy.  As I slip the soaked pair from her toes, she spreads her legs farther, inviting me between her.  I need no further encouragement, and I guide my cock to her opening.  Pausing briefly to decide whether I will tease her with the head, my answer comes as she rocks back to take me in.  I meet her movement and slide to the hilt, jamming my pelvis flush against her body.  She lets out an affirming moan, and we enjoy a lovely moment as I stay there for a few seconds to savor the deep connection.  The serenity becomes ecstasy as I drag my nails along her back and grab her hips.  I pull out almost entirely and glide back in, trying not to flex and peak too soon.  When I have thrust to near orgasm, I stop moving and Kegel hard to stop the inevitable.  Still inside, I transfer attention to her clit and make gentle swirling motions that send her into gasps.  She is close but begs for the D.  I oblige, yet continue reaching around.  As I reach the point of no return, it is unlike any other feeling on earth.  The years of waiting become such a small thing, and in those milliseconds, I know why God has it this way.  It is almost prophetic.  I fulfill sexual destiny as I full-fill my wife’s vagina with semen.

She feels the pulses and hears me exhale.  I know she is on the verge, so I go back to thrusting.  She turns her head as if a little surprised, but begins meeting my thrusts with the rocking of her own.  The sensitivity is intense, and I’m a little out of sorts, but I want her to experience what I had too.  She lets out a yell, and I feel her clench.  Her pleasure is obvious, and I feel another wave of satisfaction.

When the nerve endings settle down a bit, I pull out, and we both collapse on the bed face to face.  We look into each other’s eyes and hold the gaze.  We smile awkwardly at times as if we should be doing something, but neither of us looks away.  The depth of our physical oneness is avowed emotionally as I stare past her pupils into the soul of my soulmate.  She is beautiful.  Beautiful in ways the world does not know.  In these moments, God gives me a glimpse of who he sees—a beauty too deep for photographs.  Feeling blessed and more than a little sleepy, I strain to hold our stare.  She senses my state and smiles as she pushes me over.  With her head on my chest, I fall asleep holding her naked body.