The Banquet ~ Ignite Story (Sample)

It wasn’t often that she accompanied him on one of his business trips, but it was an excellent way to keep from missing him. She stared down at her empty plate, her eyes taking in the lavishly decorated table. It all seemed so pretentious to a country girl, but what did she know of this high falutin’ life?

A successful farmer and businessman, her husband had been asked to moderate an economic forum. Yay – economics! Boy, that sure was a subject that got the blood pumping.

Not!

If truth be told, she was bored. More than once, she would have liked to throw something at the dude sitting at the next table. His cell phone seemed to delight in going off at random intervals. Then again, at least it was a break in the boredom. And some of the dirty looks people were giving the guy were downright funny.

Tiring of the current speaker’s droning voice, Stan looked out into the crowd of people from the panelist desk at the front of the room. Some of them weren’t all that enthralled either. His mouth turned up in a grin as he caught his wife staring into space. No, this wasn’t her cup of tea, but he was glad she’d come along. He’d probably have to ‘pay’ for it later, but that was okay. Just bringing her into the room and seating her at their table had been worth it all. There was something about her that was a ‘presence’ in any room. It was something she added simply by being there. And come to think of it, he knew what part it was.

She caught his eye and flashed him a mischievous grin. Shifting her chair just slightly, he watched her cross the loveliest pair of legs he’d ever seen. A little taller than average, she had legs that seemed to go on forever. They practically shimmered in the dim light of the banquet hall.

The little imp! She smiled at him, knowing full well that she was able to reach into his pants even across a crowded room. He tore his eyes away, feeling the heat rise in his face. Heat was not the only thing beginning to rise either. This was not a distraction he needed at the moment! The current boring speaker finally quit his dissertation and sat his rump down in his seat. The audience politely clapped, relieved he had finished.

Getting to his feet, Stanley immediately scooted to the podium to make a few comments and introduce the next speaker. He caught Marie’s eyes again and had to tear his away. The crowd, for its part, noticed not a thing. They even laughed at a remark he made while introducing the next speaker.

Seeming to catch his stride, and with his body finally ‘cooperating,’ Stan made the mistake of again looking at Marie. She seemed to be picking at some speck on the breast of her dress. She looked up at him again. It was a look he alone knew and had seen countless times. He almost groaned into the microphone.

Hurriedly finishing his introduction, Stan skittered back to his seat. He was wondering if he’d end up needing a chainsaw to deal with the wood.

That one did it. Marie smirked with satisfaction. He might never let her come on another one of his trips, but so what? It was fun to give her husband a little ‘poke,’ especially when nobody else in the room had a clue. In truth, she was very proud of him. Also, he’d covered his little ‘problem’ (actually a very ‘large’ problem, depending on how one looked at it) very well.

He looked sexy and powerful standing up there in his business suit. He was even wearing the power tie Marie had gotten him on one of his birthdays. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but it sure sounded good coming out in his confident, deep voice. And the crowd liked him, too, a whole lot better than the ‘dud’ that had just spoken.

Dragging a pen out of her purse, she wrote a small note, folded it up, and placed it in an envelope. Pulling aside an attendant, she whispered, “Would you please be so kind as to deliver this to the moderator – up there?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Marie talking to the attendant. The attendant nodded, and Stan wondered if she was asking for more dessert. Not thinking of it further, he turned his attention back to the speaker. The guy was talking animatedly about the latest growth statistics for the state. Moments later, the attendant approached and handed off the note. Still not catching on who it was from, he absentmindedly opened it and read:

“Hey, Sexy Man. You better not put up any more boring speakers, or I just might start taking off my clothes in here to liven things up!!”

Coughing, Stan put down his glass of water, his face tinting red in spite of himself. She’d succeeded in making him swallow it down the ‘wrong pipe.’ He caught her laughing eyes in the crowd. He wanted to make a face at her, but he was unable to do a blasted thing except sit there and take her taunts. Seeing him looking, she sensually rubbed one leg against another.

He tore his eyes away, barely catching in time that his name had been called upon by the speaker. Embarrassed, and much to Marie’s amusement, he asked the speaker to ‘rephrase his question.’

That was enough for Marie. She didn’t want to destroy the poor man’s entire night, but it was fun to find little ‘cracks’ in Stanley’s sexy armor. Taking pen in hand again, she wrote out another note. She motioned for the attendant to come back.

“Uh… another note, Ma’am?”

“That’s right – give it to the moderator, please.”

“I really don’t think I –”

“Just give it to him. And bring me –” Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her. “A what? I—”

“You heard me,” she said. She gave him a million dollar smile that nobody she’d ever met could resist.

“Uh—yes, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”

Watching the exchange from the podium, Stan stifled a groan as he introduced the last speaker. Maybe this was her way of saying she’d rather stay home? Another note landed on his plate for his reading pleasure, and the attendant wandered off. The crowd clapped politely, and the last speaker was off and running.

Returning to his chair, Stan looked up to see if anyone was watching him. Thankfully they weren’t, as the last speaker was a live wire. Opening the envelope, he pulled out the note and read:

“Gotcha, Sweetheart! Economics is not my forte. But tonight I am going to screw your brains out. I’ll be waiting for you. XOXOXO”

Stan swallowed. He was again hoping nobody noticed the pesky and instant erection that had returned. Taking his time, he slowly looked up from his plate. His lover had left her table. He saw her winding her way towards the door in the distance.

She wasn’t so far away that he didn’t nearly wilt from one glance at those gorgeous, smooth legs of hers. It wasn’t exactly a miniskirt she wore, but it was short enough to make his head spin with desire. His imagination was getting a pleasant workout, but he was only partly annoyed. And truthfully, she’d given him something to anticipate, all the while reminding him just how wrapped around her pinky she had him!

When the session finally ended, Stan excused himself and hurried to their room, jamming the key into the door. He had to punch in the key three times. He chided himself for feeling as nervous as he had on their wedding night. What did Marie have up her sleeve this time?

The door finally opened, and he stepped into the dark hallway of their suite. He reached for the light switch, then stopped, seeing the flicker of light coming from further in. Rounding the corner he stopped, transfixed. Where in the world had Marie gotten all the candles? He didn’t have time to wonder. The beautiful creature seated on the edge of the bed stood and came toward him.

“Hello there, Mr. Speaker,” she said huskily. The candlelight and shadows played across her gorgeous curves, increasing the pent-up need in his body. The tiny lace bra and panty set she’d chosen to wear left him with a dry mouth and a heart that threatened to pound its way out of his chest. Her lingerie was sheer and brilliant white, a stark contrast to her well-tanned skin. It left little to his imagination as he thought of all the naughty things he’d like to do with her.

Standing only inches from him, she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him. The familiar scent of her perfume lingered behind. It was driving the poor man mad with desire. Practically in a trance, he watched her skillful hands undress him. Giggling, she tugged on his tie and led him behind her to the bed. Once there, she pushed him onto his seat.

Off came the tie, followed by his shoes, socks, and pants. There would be time for neatness later. For the moment, Marie threw his things at a chair. And so it continued, all the way to Stan’s underpants.

She cooed her approval. He’d actually worn the ‘banana hammock’ she’d gotten him, even though he’d threatened not to.

‘What if I get in a car wreck and have to go to the emergency room? Someone will see it,’ he’d whined. That had put her into fits of laughter. It wasn’t his thing, but he finally gave in to please her. And please her it did, particularly its scant restraint of a massive erection.

Closer to her ‘prize,’ she helped him strip entirely. Then she gazed appreciatively as the ‘banana hammock’ likewise found its way to the chair before falling to the floor.

On her knees in front of him with a hand on each of his thighs, she stared at his manhood. It twitched in time with his heart. He was huge, he was hot, and he was all hers! The sexy man that had all those ladies in the audience ogling him earlier was right where she wanted him. Looking up at him, she licked her lips.

He never knew if she did what she did on purpose or not. But there was something about her that pushed every single one of his buttons at once. It was all he could do to keep himself from bending her over the bed and —

“Hello, Mr. Speaker,” she repeated, this time in a panting whisper. She leaned close as if speaking directly to his penis. Her long, dark hair tickled as it wisped about his thighs. Her hands found him, gripping him softly as she delivered a tender kiss right on his tip. Then her eyes looked upward for his reaction. She was not disappointed.

Closing his eyes, Stanley lifted his face towards the ceiling and let out a soft sigh. He felt her tongue flicker gently in the tiny slit on the tip of his penis. She was already tasting the desire of a man. He winced with the flash of pleasure it gave him.

And then he was in her mouth. Oh, what a pure vortex of exquisite pleasure!

This time her eyes were closed in concentration as she enjoyed her man. She loved doing this to him. Every one of his circuits blew with this simple act. She felt his hands fumbling with the tiny clasps of her bra and looked up at him.

When he met her eyes, he caught only the sparkle in hers. She relaxed and then swallowed him whole. If he’d had any remaining shred of irritation at her antics earlier in the evening, he forgave it with one drawn out, heartfelt moan.

The sensation of each delicious inch sliding into her mouth, passing deeper and deeper into her moist recesses, nearly did him in. Finally, her soft lips rested in the soft nest of his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He had forgotten about the bra. Instead, the rhapsodic delights of her mouth took over his mind.

Her arms wrapped around his waist and her soft hands gently grasped his bum — all the while holding him close, where she was content for him to be.

He stared down at her pretty face. Her mouth was open wide around him. He so adored this mischievous little vixen that had agreed to take his name. She usually kept him guessing about most things, but her love was not one of them. He could see it in her eyes, which had flashed back open and were staring up into his. She never timed it when she did this. He had long marveled at her generosity in giving pleasure even while denying herself the ability to breathe.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned, trying to tug free so she could draw in air.

Momentarily she held him tighter, her throat muscles working vainly to draw him even deeper. Finally, with reluctance, she let him ease back out. His panting gasps seemed even to surpass her own as she caught her breath.

She stood, and her fingers fumbled with the straps of her lacy bra until it gently gave way to free her breasts. She happened to like her body a lot. Appraising her sexy breasts with satisfaction, she lightly ran nimble fingertips over her swollen, sensitive nipples and sighed happily.

Not wishing to let her stop at just that, Stanley placed his hands on her beautiful hips. He gently tugged downward on her panties until they cooperated.

The mere sight of her was ravishing enough, let alone the fact that she nightly gave her luscious body for his enjoyment. He took in the soft movements of her tummy as she breathed. His eyes traveled from her belly button over silky smooth skin to the apex of her magnificent legs.

Only a hoarse growl could escape him as he reached for her, drawing her to him. His face nuzzled against her soft tummy, his lips then lowering to her passion. As he leaned back onto the bed, he drew her with him. She squealed in pleasure as she came to rest on her knees, straddling his chest. For a moment, he stared at her and the mesmerizing charm of her pure, feminine beauty. Every fiber of his being yearned to join with her.

He looked up to find her staring back at him. Her breasts were cupped sexily in her hands and her glistening, soft thighs pressed around his chest. Sitting up just a bit, she scooted closer until her upper legs warmed his face. This way, face-to-face, he could enjoy her pleasure to its fullest.

His breath felt warm against her. He softly traced a trail across a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair, and down the impossibly soft cleft of her femininity. If there was anything more beautiful on earth than the sight he now beheld, he didn’t know what it was.

Inhaling deeply, he breathed her in. Then with a moan, he reached around to draw her closer. His tongue flickered out to kiss his lover and caress the sweetest response from her glorious body. She added a fingertip of her own and tender shoots of pleasure began to curl upward through her core. Her appreciation of the gentle ministrations of his tongue reached his ears, though as she squeezed her thighs around his face, it muffled the sound.

Finding the sweet spices of her slippery cleft, he slipped his tongue into her. He drank the passion of the woman who nourished his heart and soul. Open-mouthed, he rested his lips on her baby-soft vulva. His tongue raced through her slit, returning each time to swirl around the center of her pleasure. He loved the quiver in her legs and the way she continued to press herself against his face, wanting more of him.

Then he hummed against her. His deep voice reverberated through his tongue and against her sensitive skin.

Stan could never claim to be a great singer. But this song was ‘off the charts,’ if the ecstatic cries of pleasure that suddenly burst from his wife’s lips were any indication. Her hands were suddenly in his hair as if to draw his face even closer to her. Marie cried and panted with the shockwaves of sensual pleasure that took over her body.

He couldn’t breathe, but for the moment Stan didn’t even care. His mouth filled with her choicest fruit as she ground herself against him, holding his head tightly against her.

He could feel every single one of her contractions. They seemed to flutter rhythmically at first, then pause. Her breathy cries filled the air until drifting into whimpering delight. Then they would start again as rippling waves of orgasm drew her back. A passionate ecstasy warmed her heart and filled her with all good things. He heard his name in the intense cries escaping her lips as he lapped tenderly at her cistern of pleasure. It overflowed into his waiting lips.

All evening long, she had listened to his sexy voice. He spoke of things she did not know (or care) about, but about which he appeared to know and care a great deal. To have made love with the very ‘instrument’ he used to entertain over five hundred people at a banquet gave her a naughty sense of satisfaction. Yes indeed, his lips were quite adept at both public and pubic speaking. She giggled at the thought in spite of herself, looking down at his moist face to tousle his hair.

He grinned up at her. “Feel all right, Babe?”

“You know it did, sexy man.”

Slipping off his chest, she knelt beside him. Leaning over, she took his manhood in hand, squeezing him at his base and watching his fluids overflow and run down his shaft.

“Nice, lover!”

Leaning in, she gently bathed him with her tongue. Pleasure-filled chills radiated through him in her wake. Then, believing herself the luckiest woman alive, she straddled him again. His penis twitched against her tummy. He felt warm and smooth as she held him against her with a hand. With her other pressed against his chest, she gazed down into his handsome face.

He’d seen that look before, and he loved it — loved the feeling of being desired by the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. He loved it when she was aroused and the feelings it gave him when she lost all control with him. He felt her smooth thighs tremble against him and watched the gleam in her eye as she stared down at his manhood while touching herself.

Sitting up gently, she looked back at him again. A small hand fumbled with him as she led him to her passion. Her eyes never left his as she tenderly swabbed him against her moist slit. Then she gently granted him entrance, sinking downward over a perfectly sculpted penis until he was deep within. Two hearts and bodies joined together as one. He felt fantastic inside her, and she told him so. As he mumbled his happy response, her vulnerabilities gave way to him. He made her feel safe and loved in a way no one else could.

Leaning back on him, she tossed her thick hair and stared into his eyes while he enjoyed the view. In the room’s dim light, the perfectly angled shadows gave her lovely shape a glorious panorama for his eyes. It was a sexy landscape he had explored with her in a happy marriage. The jewelry at her navel caught the light and glistened as she moved on him.

He remembered happy moments lying with his face on her breasts. He reached for them, their shape lovely and familiar to his hands as he caressed their smooth surface. Then looking downward, he watched the gentle and practiced roll of her hips. She followed his gaze, both of them enjoying the sight of two attractive bodies expressing what was in the heart.

Moaning softly, she smoothed a hand across her abdomen and then lower. She gently touched Stan’s manhood as he moved within her and softly caressed herself back to passionate fervor. Unable to support herself with one arm, she leaned forward on him again.

She ground her hips into his, her hair shrouding their faces, and her breasts deliciously close to his face. His breath warmed her skin as his tongue flickered out to sensitive nipples stiff with pleasure. He drew one between his lips, tasting her as the choicest delicacy.

Whimpering in spite of herself, she moved closer, the touch of his mouth sending flutters of pleasure through her. He’d teased her before that when they eventually had a child, he would be out of a ‘job,’ as the baby would bring her orgasms all day long from only nursing at her breast. She smiled at the memory, biting her lower lip as he switched to the other breast. Her nipple seemed to melt in his mouth with pleasure.

Pausing, he looked up at her, admiring her bronzed skin close up, whispering, “Cum for me, Babe!” His voice of encouragement, spoken in his deep and confident drawl, sent a shiver up her spine. And when he continued tasting her nipples, his face buried in the softness of her breasts, she nearly cried at how good it felt. Grasping her hips, he raised himself from the bed, drawing up into her with upward strokes. She panted and cried uncontrollably. Her sobs of pleasure lofted to the ceiling as she enjoyed the delight of being a woman with her man.

Watching her, he took it all in. He’d seen it thousands of times, but it was ever new. It always took him back to the very first time, and the discovered joy of giving another person happiness, even if for but a moment.

Their wedding night bliss hadn’t been her first orgasm, but it had been the very first with another soul, one who loved her for everything she was. She was not one to cry lightly, but he remembered holding her trembling form in his arms. He was thrilled and humbled to have been there to enjoy it with her, the first time for them both. Giving him the key to her heart had unlocked passions within that she’d never fathomed. It gave her a new spark for life that only added to her saucy personality. The trouble was, it was hard for him to keep up!

Crying out her last gasps, she collapsed over him, her body the loveliest blanket he could ever conceive. Her back glistened from her exertion. His hand came away moist as he gently caressed the smooth skin of her hips and bum.

Her hair surrounded his face. He gladly filled his olfactory sense with a scent that was distinctly hers. Finding her face, he smoothed back the hair and searched her eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Oh, Stanley,” she smiled. “I love you, too, Babe. And I love . . . ” she leaned in close and finished her words in a hoarse whisper in his ears, which gave him a grin. Prim and proper in public, for the most part, he loved all of her quirks in private. It gave him a chuckle that her not-so-prim-and-proper words were usually whispered directly into his ear as if she feared someone else hearing them. As if!

Her supposed exhaustion gone, she sat up straight again with her face beaming down at him. He felt her muscles clamp him as if with a velvet vice within and then flutter as she released. The action sent excruciating pleasure through him. She giggled at the surprise registered on his face.

“I think it’s your turn to cum. Isn’t it, big guy?” She squeezed him again. Stanley just about saw stars, moaning with pleasure.

Sitting up, he held her in his lap with her gorgeous legs clasping him around his back. He felt her move her hips, and the exquisite pleasure of being inside her. Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest, her aroused nipples tracing a trail over his chest and grazing against his. Lifting her, he pushed her upper body out slightly as she arched her back, feasting his face in her warm flesh and the comfort of her breasts. Then she laid back further, still joined with him at the hip but looking up at him with sensual desire.

He stared down at her, still utterly amazed at her beauty. Her skin was dark against his and glowing radiantly in the dim light. The light and shadows accentuated her beauty perfectly. The candlelight seemed to caress her body with the brush of perfection, her curves a glorious canvas for their soft, flickering light. His hands warmed the flesh of her hips as they held her tightly to him, and she softly undulated on him.

Her sexy landing strip of pubic hair seemed to lengthen and then shorten with her movements, pointing downward to her pleasure. Bending upwards toward Stanley again, she stretched herself against him like a cat, her voice low in his ears.

“You like that?”

Marie felt Stan’s penis twitch within her at her words, and his face contorted with exquisite pleasure. Yes, he very much did like that. ‘Mr. Speaker’ was, for the moment, quite breathless and out of words to say. She grinned, loving the power to render him speechless. She gave a contented sigh, which came out more like the purr of a cat! He was such an awesome lover.

“Cum, lover!” she whispered again, leaning back on her hands.

Stan delighted in the soft smacking noises of her bum against his thighs as his eyes drank in the sweet vision of their physical love, his gleaming manhood appearing then disappearing within her.

He looked into her eyes. Her face was awash with sensual delight, and her softly-whispered words rang in his ears. He knew the reason his life seemed so perfect. It was her. All of her naughtiness, sauciness, and sexiness wrapped up in one awesome bundle.

“Stanley!” she cried again, tossing her head back as her slender body shook against him.

Growling in passion, Stanley leaned forward, following her to the bed. His body was tingling with pleasure and yearning for the fulfilling embrace of his lover. Soon, it was his own hoarse cries filling the air.

Her soft legs rose, gently rubbing against his sides as he moved within her. His motions raged with the madness of a man in love and expressing it the only way he knew how. The sound of his hips meeting hers, the slap of skin against skin, only intensified their desire. Arching her back and curling up to him, she encouraged him, praising his love, and begging him to take her.

“Harder,” she encouraged. Stan’s powerful strokes moved her bodily on the bed as searing flashes of pleasure seemed to radiate from the center of her womb. She cried again in gasping breaths, urging him on again and again. Her wails were becoming as incoherent as his. Peripherally, she heard his ecstatic moan even as he absorbed her guttural cries. She stiffened in pleasure, her body contracting around him.

Filled with passionate flashes of pleasure that nearly blinded him, he pulled free, his hot, moist penis throbbing along her soft convex belly. He watched himself, almost as in slow motion. His penis swelled with agonizing pleasure and pulsating desire as he came for her. Warm, milky-white spurts arched into the air over her body, gracing her with the kiss of his love.

Moaning and squeezing himself in hand, he wiggled himself forward, painting her torso with long, sticky-white bursts of pleasure. She watched his semen fountain from his body, straining to keep her eyes open even as ecstasy thrilled her again. He was bathing her with the warmth of his love, marking her as his very own!

Trying valiantly to catch his breath, he stared down at his bride. His penis was still throbbing with pleasure against her tummy, the last remnants of his desire slowly seeping from its tip. His semen dripped from her nipples, gathered in the valley of her breasts and at the base of her throat. It was such a stunning contrast against her darker skin. Her pretty face was damp with perspiration. He watched her tongue flicker against her lips, tasting the droplets that had made it that far. She met his gaze with her eyes and smiled.

His heart filled with emotion. Marie never seemed to fuss about the ‘mess.’ To him, she looked twice as beautiful adorned with the outpouring of his desire. Drawing her to him with a guttural cry, he crushed her soft body against his. Their open mouths found one another in gratitude for the gifts they enjoyed.

Moments later, both of them laughing practically like children, they headed for the bathroom hand-in-hand and showered together. She couldn’t quit referring to him as ‘Mr. Speaker,’ much to his chagrin. But when he followed her back to bed, his eyes fixing on the sway of her hips as she walked, his arousal returned.

Bending over the bed, she turned to look behind at him. “Come, Mr. Speaker,” she whispered huskily. “The night is yet young.” He nearly groaned as she slapped her pretty bum as if to taunt him. Giggling, she escaped his grasp and crawled onto the bed and beckoned him on with a sultry look in her eyes that was irresistible.

Long into the night, two souls continued to share their most profound love, blessed under the watchful eye of a Heavenly Father who gave them the abundant life!

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  1. New Wife says:

    lttlb, As I commented on an earlier story of yours, you inspire me. Your stories are so beautiful, so authentic and so expressive of the love you two share. Thanks for stimulating me and so many others.

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