The Bottle – A Shy Wife Blossoms (L) ~ Ignite Story

We had been married less than five years when the following story took place.  Earlier in our marriage, though our sex life was frequent, my wife, who grew up very conservative, was never the initiator. And she didn’t see the need to expand our repertoire, so to speak. Oral play seldom happened and, when it did, stayed quite basic.  Any real variation on missionary was a rarity. I had broached the subject of her dancing and touching herself for me and once brought up my desire to take some sexy photos and maybe make a video, but I was gently rebuffed. She did her best to show me I wasn’t missing anything, and she succeeded for the most part.  But in the back of my mind — ok, let’s be honest — in the front of my mind, I was often fantasizing about being more adventurous.

For me, there is nothing more exciting than pleasing my wife, and it really gets my juices flowing if I know that she is enjoying herself.  It’s also a huge turn-on for me to know she has been thinking “naughty” thoughts, and I would often dream of her becoming the aggressor.  This story is about the first time she initiated anything beyond basic vanilla-type sex. And boy, did she jump in with both feet.  I can still remember the details like it was yesterday!

Both of us had been extremely busy with work, volunteering at church, and several other obligations. So it had been a while since our last romantic interlude, and the coming week looked to be no different for either of us.  Our schedules were off sync. We both were working overtime but at different times and with different days off.  I was getting home after she was asleep, and she was leaving for work before I got up.  Both of us were feeling the frustration and needed release. But it looked like the next real chance for more than a quickie was when we both had Friday off, still five days away.


We both came home exhausted, me three hours after my wife had gotten home and just as she was getting ready for bed.  She had dinner laid out for me and a note that said:

“I miss you!  I miss your touch.  Can’t wait to be together soon. I’ve been thinking of us.  A lot!”

That woke me up!  It was unusual for her to be as forward as this, so I hurried upstairs to find her climbing into bed and sat down next to her on the edge.

Leaning over to kiss her, I said, “Thanks for dinner and the note.  I miss you so much, too.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied.  “Seems like it’s been forever since we’ve had some alone time.  We both have Friday through Sunday off, though. You up for some one-on-one?” she asked with a tired smile.

“Absolutely, babe.  But Friday is an awfully long way off.  What say I go clean up and come to bed now for some of that one-on-one?” I suggested with a hopeful grin.

“Sounds great. But eat your dinner first.  It was really good, but it won’t reheat well.  I’ll try and stay awake.”

I grabbed her breast through her nightgown, giving it a firm squeeze as I kissed her.  “Be right back. I’ll take the quickest shower known to man, eat, and then be right up.”

“Sounds great, hon.  I’ll be waiting.”

I was back in the bedroom fifteen minutes later, showered, sated, and horny, only to find my bride already asleep, breathing gently.  I knew she had an early morning. So I kissed her forehead disappointedly and crawled quietly into bed, trying not to disturb her.  It took all my willpower not to wake her up, but eventually, I drifted off to sleep after formulating plans for Friday.  I’d have to make reservations at her favorite restaurant.  And perhaps there was a play she would like to see at the Civic Theater.  Then a romantic walk down by the waterfront followed by a night of passion.  Sounded good to me.

But as I was to find out, she was way ahead of me.



I woke to find my wife gone and a finely decorated bottle sitting conspicuously in the center of our bedroom floor.  It looked like it was from the Far East with a bulbous bottom and long thin neck capped with an ornate top.  A note propped up against it read:

“Don’t Rub Until Friday at 7 PM.”

In small print beneath that, it said:

“Don’t rub the bottle either!”

The obvious double meaning was the cruelest thing she could have done.  My wife didn’t ever openly acknowledge masturbation and wasn’t comfortable doing it in front of me. For her to even refer to it made me instantly and agonizingly hard.  The anticipation for Friday night was immediately at a fever pitch.

And it was only Tuesday Morning!


Before heading to work, I took a very cold shower and determined that cold showers did nothing more than make me cold. All day long, I couldn’t stop thinking about that blasted bottle and Friday night.

What was she planning?  What could I look forward to?  The thoughts dancing in my head kept me hard as stone most of the workday.

The bottle and “rubbing” seemed an obvious reference to a genie, but it was so out of character for my wife to do something like this that I started second-guessing myself.  Was I misinterpreting her note? Was I reading too much into this?

When I got home late that night, she was asleep, but I couldn’t resist making extra noise and jostling the bed much more than normal in hopes of waking her.  I didn’t know whether she was exhausted or feigning sleep, but she didn’t even turn over as I finally pulled the covers to my chest.  I had come to bed naked. Unable to muster the self-control of the previous night, I spooned up against her backside, my erect member pressing into her bottom.  But not so much as a sigh.  Filled with frustration but knowing she’d had a long day, I tossed and turned for several hours.  I finally dozed off to a restless sleep, fully intent on waking up in time to see her off in the morning and getting some answers.


I woke with a start and found myself in an empty bed.  I called out for her, but looking at the clock, I realized she had been gone for over an hour.  Lying awake for so long had caused me to oversleep completely.

“Aaaargggg…” I groaned.  I would have to wait another 14 hours or more before the next chance to find out some details; this was before either of us had cell phones, and her work didn’t allow personal calls.

I sat up in bed and looked again at the bottle, still sitting in the middle of the floor.  Its position hadn’t changed, but there was a new note.  I jumped out of bed, my erection bouncing as I did, and hurried over to see what it said.

In the same flourishing handwriting as before, it read:

“I’ve been dreaming about what you’ve been dreaming about.
Rub the Bottle Friday at 7, and we will find out if I’m right.”

And below that in small print:

And be good.  No rubbing till then!

“You are CRUEL!” I shouted at the walls, but a grin also formed on my face.  I had no doubt she was toying with me now, and it excited me to no end to realize that she was busy with sexy thoughts of her own.

My hand found its way to my member and stroked several times before I stopped myself.  I groaned again and began wrestling with whether I should obey her instructions.  This was cruel, and she had to know it.  But at the same time, I wanted to play along.  If she was going to this much trouble to plan a night for us, I felt I owed it to her.  She might never know I disobeyed, but I would, and I wanted to honestly tell her I had waited as asked.  Perhaps it was a noble gesture, but my balls sure didn’t think so.  I had to take several Advil to quell the aching in my groin.

Before leaving for work, I left a note of my own on the kitchen counter that read, “I hope you’ll be up when I get home tonight, but I want you to know you are killing me with anticipation.  Can’t wait to rub (the bottle, too) Friday night!”

The entire day passed slowly, and I found myself constantly distracted.  I wasn’t a very productive employee between aching balls and the possibility of experiencing previously unexplored sexual territory.

Eventually, I focused a bit and had accomplished some work when a courier entered the office with a package for me.  It was a small, nondescript box with no indication of who sent it.  The courier just shrugged his shoulders when I asked him if he knew who sent it.  “Nope,” he replied, “I just know I need your signature for delivery.”

It wasn’t unusual for me to get something from a vendor, so after signing, I grabbed scissors and slit the tape holding the top shut.  A card hid the contents underneath, and when I picked it up, my eyes bugged out, and an involuntary gasp burst from my chest.  I slammed the box shut, hoping nobody had been watching, and just sat there stunned.

Did I really just see that?

I cracked the box back open and peeked inside again.  Yup! I wasn’t seeing things—that was a Pink 7” Butterfly Dildo inside.

After a moment, my mind stopped reeling, and my attention returned to the forgotten card clenched in my fingers.  Opening it, I found a note that read:

“You are going to need this on Friday.”

If I had been hard before, it was nothing compared to now.  I could have cut diamonds with my dick.

I closed my eyes and groaned inwardly. Now my thoughts were racing in a million different directions.  What the HELL had gotten into my wife!  Not that I was complaining, but it just was so unlike her.  I had brought up the idea of toys on a couple of occasions, but she always assured me that I was all she needed.  I think toys seemed a bit too ‘worldly’ and unnecessary to her.  But now I was sitting with a seven-inch dong in a box on my desk sent from my conservative wife with a note telling me I was going to NEED this.

I don’t normally cuss, but DAMN!

All pretense of getting work done went completely out the window.  I sat at my desk for ten minutes, able to think of nothing else but how I was going to use what was in that box.  Finally, slinging my jacket over my arm and using it to hide my obvious erection, I walked into my boss’ office to let him know that I wasn’t feeling right and asked if I could head home a few hours early.

“Of course,” he said, “You look a bit flushed, and I’ve noticed you haven’t been yourself.  Go on home and get better.  I need you tomorrow; we have to get that research incorporated into the presentation.”

Offering my assurance and thanks, I hurried out of the building and headed straight to my car.  Getting off two hours early meant I should be able to catch my wife before she went to sleep.

When I arrived at our house, I rushed inside and yelled, “Hon, I’m home.”   Not hearing any response, I walked into the living room and then the kitchen.  “Hon?  You here?” I shouted up the stairs.  There was a fairly long pause, but then I heard her reply, “Yeah, I’m here. Just a minute, I’ll be right down.”

Not willing to wait, I bounded up the stairs to the bedroom and pushed the door open to find my wife sliding shut the dresser drawer.  She was wrapped in a towel, fresh from a shower, and she looked a bit flushed when she turned.

“Hi,” she beamed at me.

“Hi,” I replied.  “Wow, you are so sexy when your hair is wet,” I said, moving toward her and wrapping her in my arms.  Her fresh scent and wet hair rubbing the side of my face sent shivers down my spine and blood to my groin, which I pressed firmly into her belly.

“Oooh, someone’s excited to see me,” she said with an impish grin, pushing me back with a laugh.

“And someone else has been very naughty! But, in a good way,” I said, returning the grin.

“Have they now?” she said with feigned innocence.

“Yes, they have,” I growled. “I received a very unexpected package at work today.”

“You don’t say,” she replied.

“Uh-huh.  And I’ll bet you’ll never guess what was in the box.” My heart was beating like a drum.

“Hmmm. Well, I’ve never been good at guessing, but I have it on excellent authority that whatever was inside the box needs to stay inside the box until Friday.  If it doesn’t, I’m told it will never get used.”

My heart sank even as my dick rose. I was all raring to go, excited beyond belief at the possibility of getting to use the best gift I had ever received in my 28 years on this planet.

“C’mon, Babe.  You are killing me with the bottle, the notes, and now the toy. I’ve never seen this side of you, but I’m loving it!  Do we really have to wait until Friday?” I pleaded, moving back toward her and trying to wrap her up in my arms once again.  “I got off early; how about we have a warm-up session.”

She pressed her body back up against mine, wrapped her arms around me, and said, “I know it’s hard,” – looking up and winking at me as she said it – “but be a good boy and wait for Friday.  I promise you that it will be worth it.”

“Hon, I don’t know if I can wait ‘til Friday.  You’ve got me so worked up I can’t think straight at work, and I’m popping Advil like crazy so my balls don’t explode.  I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but it’s driving me crazy for you. And It’s been so long since we’ve had sex,  I’m not sure I can wait!”

I sensed her resolve wavering, so I pressed on.  “Besides, it’s only Wednesday. I can promise you that my anticipation will be at 100% again by Friday.”  I complimented my argument by placing soft kisses down her neck and along her still damp shoulders.

She sighed with contentment and melted into me.  But then her body tensed slightly, and I sensed her determination return.

“Listen, I don’t want you hurting,” she said as she placed a kiss on my lips. “So why don’t you go take a shower, and you can do a bit of rubbing,” she purred with a very coy but knowing look.  “I’ll give you a pass just for tonight, but you are going to have to wait for anything else.  Then we can climb into bed together and watch a movie.  I picked up that Bond Film you’ve been wanting to see.  Maybe that will distract you enough,” she said with an arched brow.

I pouted a bit, not thrilled with the compromise.  But resigned to my fate, I headed to the bathroom, where it took less than 30 seconds to coat the shower wall with spurt after spurt of thick cum.

My balls didn’t ache so much, but the desire I felt for my wife wasn’t dampened in the slightest.  Watching the sexy Bond Girls dancing in the opening credits didn’t help. My wife playfully covered my eyes. “No perving on the dancing girls, bucko.  Save that for Friday.”

“Gladly,” I replied, “but you’ll have to make it up to me by giving me the same kind of show.”

She just smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye, then snuggled into me.  “I think I can do a bit better than that.  Now, shush, and let’s watch the movie.”

To this day, I can’t tell you the plot.



When I woke up, my wife was still getting ready to leave for work. I feigned sleep and watched her get dressed through half-closed eyes.  There is a bit of a voyeur in me, and I love watching my wife unawares.  There is no one sexier to me.  I watched her slip off her robe, exposing her naked body from the waist up. She had on sexy boy short panties and slipped into a white lace bra that cradled her perky, upturned breasts. Walking over to the dresser, she cast a sideways glance at me before reaching into the drawer and removing something.  Whatever it was glinted in her hand. I saw her reach down and slide her panties to the side.  She was facing sideways to me at this point, but it looked as if she was fiddling with her pussy.  And then, as quick as she began, she let the hem of her panties snap back into place, stepped into her skirt, and pulled on her blouse.

She looked my way once more, trying to see if I was still asleep.  She then reached back into the drawer, the same one I had watched her quickly close the previous night, and pulled what looked like a VHS-C tape (yes, we go back a ways!) and a piece of paper.  She quietly walked over, grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, and placed it back in the middle of the floor along with the cassette with a note taped to the front of it. Then, with one last glance over her shoulder, she stepped through the door, and soon I heard her car pulling away as she left for work.

It took me two seconds to cover the distance to the bottle, and I snatched up the cassette.  The note taped to it read:

I’ve been dreaming about what you’ve been dreaming.  Watch this and tell me if I’m getting close.”

Then in small letters, it read:

P.S. – Destroy this after you watch it.

P.P.S. – Forget what I tell you on the tape.  I let you rub last night.

A smiley face and a heart followed it.

I just sat there for a minute, staring at the tape and the note.  My heart was pounding again, wondering and hoping against hope what I might find on the tape. If my wife had been hesitant about toys, she had been positively against taking photos or videos that someone might find.  The voyeur part of me was intensely turned on by the thought of photographing my wife or making a video of our lovemaking, but to this point of our marriage, it had been off-limits.

Had she really made me a tape?  What was on it?  Would she actually make a video of her in the nude?  Could it possibly be a sex video?  My imagination went a bit wild, and my first reaction was to rush to the VHS player, but I hesitated.  I wanted to watch it badly, but what if it wasn’t what I had been imagining?  After all, it just wasn’t like my wife to be this forward sexually.  It was probably just a video message giving me instructions for the night. Of course, nothing would be wrong with that, but…

I set the tape back down against the bottle and stood up, heading downstairs to grab some breakfast.  I didn’t taste the toast or coffee.  I couldn’t stop thinking about the tape.  The minutes ticked by slowly as I pondered what to do.

I know it may be hard for some to understand, but I guess I didn’t want to be disappointed.  My first thought at seeing the tape had sent a sexual thrill through me, and I was afraid reality wouldn’t live up to my imagination.

Finally, I gave in.  I walked into the living room, turned the television on, and slipped the tape past the rectangular flap.  The player whirred and clicked.  Static came on the screen, and suddenly, there was the face of my beautiful bride looking into the camera.

“I hope this is working, darling.”

She backed away from the camera and sat down in the recliner next to our bed.  She was wearing the same towel she had been wearing last night, but more water was on her skin and hair.  I realized she must have just finished making the tape before I got home last night and was scrambling to put it away before I came upstairs.

“Well, I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous about this.  You have to promise to destroy it after you finish watching it.  But I’ve been thinking about our sex lives a lot lately.  Not being able to make love to you recently has really put me in the mood, and I can’t stop thinking about you.  It’s also made me think a lot about how I want to be the greatest lover you could ever possibly imagine.  I know I’ve been hesitant to try new things. But I’ve realized that the more things we do that only the two of us get to do, the more our intimacy grows.  I realize the Lord has made sex to bring us closer and that nothing done in love is wrong.  I want you to know that, going forward, I want to have an open mind and do things that please you, and I’m looking forward to sharing some of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to tell you.  I have lots more planned for Friday, but this tape is the first installment.  Now sit back, take off your clothes, and feel free to rub all you like until the tape is over. I love you.”

As for what was on the rest of the video, I won’t tell you.  As Tom Hanks said in Saving Private Ryan, “That one I save just for me.”

I will say that it blew my imagination away.  And I learned what I was supposed to do with what was in the courier’s package on Friday night.

As a side note, I didn’t destroy the video.  I talked to my wife several days later, and she permitted me to keep it.  It is now transferred to digital, encrypted on a hard drive, and stored in our safe.  I pull it out every now and then, and I can tell you that not discarding it was a brilliant decision.

I was only productive at work that day through sheer force of will, an unmovable deadline, and the threat that if we didn’t finish, we would be working all night and into the weekend.

It was two hours past our normal quitting time when we finally finished, and I couldn’t get home fast enough.  I didn’t get a speeding ticket, but I certainly would have deserved one.

I wasn’t sure what would be waiting for me, but thoughts of the bottle and the video added lead to both my foot and my dick.

I needn’t have hurried. When I got home, the house was dark, and my wife was nowhere to be found.  But the bottle was sitting in the middle of the bedroom with a second tape leaning against it along with a note that said, “Watch Me.”  I closed the distance in two strides and knelt, grabbing the tape.  I didn’t waste a moment; I plugged it in and hit Play.

This time she was laying on her stomach on our bed, head closest to the camera.  Her legs were clad in sheer black nylons, bent at the knees, and crossed behind her with feet adorned by black high heels.  She knows I love her in black.  She had on a pair of black lace thong panties that revealed the two perfect round globes of her bottom and nothing else but an impish smile, although her breasts were covered by crossed arms and hands that cupped her chin.

“Hi, lover,” she began.  “I thought of leaving a letter, but I figured you might enjoy another video more!  And I sure had fun making that first one,” she continued with a grin.

“Sorry I’m not home, but I decided to spend the night at Cindy’s.  I need her help getting ready for tomorrow, and to be honest, I don’t think I could control myself if I were alone with you in the house tonight.  I know I’ve been teasing you this past week, but all this planning has been driving me crazy, too.  After my pussy leaked down my leg at work on Monday, I started taking extra panties with me, and I had to change three times today!  I should have brought a pad,” she blushed.

“Oh, and I have another confession to make.”  She looked down, embarrassed at first, but then she rallied and lifted her eyes with a confidence I hadn’t seen in her before. “I know I told you that you weren’t supposed to rub, but I’ve been doing a bit of rubbing myself when you weren’t around—and not just on the video.  I just thought you should know. It’s not something we’ve talked a lot about, but I want that to change, and I don’t want any secrets.  I hope that, after tomorrow night, we can start talking more openly about the things we like and want to try.  I thought I would start now; it just seems a bit easier to do it for the first time on tape, but I look forward to doing it a lot more together soon.”

This was my biggest fantasy come true.  I was overjoyed and filled with love for my wife.

“So where do I start?” she continued. “I guess my biggest fantasy is for you to have your way with me.  Like if you were my master and made me do whatever you wanted.  Mmmm…. I’m getting wet now just thinking about you telling me what to do and making me do it… You’ll have to try that soon,” she sighed.  “Oh, and I think it would be hot to have sex outdoors somewhere.  Not where we could be seen, but I love the thought of hiking through a mountain meadow and you ravishing me among the wildflowers.” She gushed. “And this is going to sound really naughty, but I’ve always wanted to go out on a date without wearing any panties and letting you sneak peeks and cop a feel when no one can see. Or maybe even to Church with nothing on under my skirt, and only the two of us know.  I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I don’t think the Lord would mind,” she said with a grin. “I’ve never had the courage to tell you. I was afraid you might think it was too slutty.”

“And one more thing.”  She seemed even more bashful about this one.  “A while ago, we fell asleep spooning, and during the night, I had the most erotic dream.  I woke up having an orgasm, and I realized you were hard and pushing against my bottom. It felt really amazing.  I’d never climaxed from a dream before, but ever since, I’ve been curious to try that more. It seems as if you avoid that area, but I think I would like you to pay more attention to it—if it’s something you don’t mind doing.”

“Well, that’s a start.  I hope it gets your juices flowing for tomorrow night.  Oh, one last thing.  There is a letter in the top dresser drawer with some assignments for you to do tomorrow.  I need you to be gone by 1 in the afternoon and not come home until 7 PM.  If you do, the bottle will disappear!” she threatened with a smile.

“Love you!  Can’t wait for tomorrow!”  And with that, she reached forward, exposing her gorgeous breasts for the briefest of moments, and hit the button, causing the screen to go black.


I just sat there with my jaw down, feeling hornier than I ever had in my life.  Was this really MY wife? WOW!

Since she had always been demure about sex, I had just assumed that’s the way it would be forever.  Now I was over the moon.  I didn’t know a sex pot lived inside that innocent little thing of mine, and I couldn’t have been happier.  It felt like the night of our honeymoon –  a whole new world of sex and adventure awaited, and I couldn’t wait to go exploring.

I replayed the tape twice, not wanting to miss a detail.  Finally, I stood on shaky legs, went to the dresser, and retrieved the letter.  Opening it, I found an erotic to-do list.  It read:

  • Leave House by 1 PM
  • Go to grocery store and buy condoms (flavored if they have them), a cucumber, and Astroglide. Nothing else.
  • Go to Victoria’s Secret and pick out the sexiest lingerie you are bold enough to buy.
  • Go to Erotique Boutique and buy the toy of your dreams to compliment the one in the package.
  • Eat a nutritious dinner so you will have lots of energy. Oysters would be an excellent choice!
  • Be home by 7 PM sharp.

Holy smokes.  Now she was twisting the knife.  Again, I couldn’t believe these suggestions were coming from my wife.  A cucumber and flavored condoms!!  If I was dreaming, I sure didn’t want to wake up.

She also knew how to embarrass me.  I was pretty open with her about sex but was embarrassed to no end to go into a lingerie shop, let alone a sex shop.  Now she was asking me to go to the grocery store and buy what could only be construed by the cashier as items for kinky sex.





I woke at 7 AM, hard as steel and with butterflies in my stomach.

I spent an interminable morning planning my route and gathering the courage to fulfill the instructions in the letter.  I headed first to the grocery store, wearing my baggiest sweatpants to hide what I knew would be a perpetual erection.  After the cashier rang up my basket with the cucumber, lube, and condoms, she wouldn’t even look at me.  I handed her the cash and didn’t even wait for my change.  I would never have been able to go through with the purchase if the siren song of sex wasn’t blaring so loudly in my ears.

Victoria’s Secret wasn’t quite as difficult as I imagined.  The young gal who greeted me as I entered the store seemed completely nonchalant about their offerings.  Her attitude gave me the courage to pick out a scandalous cupless corset and black thigh-high hose.  A pair of black crotchless panties completed the ensemble.  She didn’t seem to notice me blushing or the erection that I feared even the sweatpants couldn’t hide.  As I turned to leave, she said, “Thanks for coming in; have a good day.” And then, with a knowing grin, she finished with, “And a good night.”

I mumbled, “Thanks.” as I felt the blush return.

The last stop was the hardest.  I parked a block away out of fear someone would recognize my car in front of the shop.  Silly, I know, but this was new territory for me.  I walked inside and ducked quickly into the first aisle.  The array of sex toys on display was embarrassing and erotic at the same time.  Ever since the video, I had been contemplating what I might buy, but I honestly had no idea there were so many choices.  When I walked by a display with vibrating butt plugs, I gasped and kept going. But instantly, I remembered what my wife had said in the second video about me paying more attention to her bottom. I knew what toy I had to purchase.  Walking up to the counter with the three-piece “trainer” pack in hand is possibly the most courageous thing I had done in my life.  The siren song was strong.

When I returned to the car, the clock said 3 PM.

Four hours to go.

At 5 PM, I headed to a sports bar for dinner, hoping that there would be something on a screen that could offer a distraction. Unfortunately, not one of the 32 screens could compete with the games running through my head.  But they did have oysters!

6:30 – It was go-time.


I walked through the front door five minutes early, not knowing what to expect and my anticipation at fever pitch.

The curtains were all pulled, and the living room was lit dimly by a trail of Middle Eastern lamps placed ten feet apart, winding through the house and leading up the stairs.  I followed them into our bedroom that dozens of pillows and tea lights had transformed.  She must have gathered every pillow in the house and bought or borrowed others.  It looked like a sheik’s boudoir built for his harem.  In the middle of the floor sat the lamp with a note secured to the front that read:

Rub me!

And in small letters, it read:

The Bottle Too!

I wasted no time.  She must have been watching through the doorway to the bathroom because as soon as I started rubbing the bottle, I heard the sound of chimes.  I turned around and watched my beautiful bride appear dressed in an outfit straight out of I Dream of Jeannie, except it left less to the imagination.  The multi-colored material was sheer, and I could see her incredible figure underneath.  She was wearing no bra, and her nipples were evident and hard, pressing against the fabric.

She floated across the room with a Cheshire-like smile on her face, and as she wrapped her arms around my neck, she said, “Welcome home, Master.  You’ve summoned me, and tonight I’m here to satisfy your every desire.  When I’m done, if there is anything else you want you, have but to ask.”  With that, she put her hands on my shoulders and backed me into a corner filled with pillows.

“Now, lie back and enjoy,” she whispered.

Music filled the room with the push of a button, and she began the sexiest, most erotic dance I had ever witnessed.  It was all I could do to stay reclined on the pillows as she moved like flowing water in front of me.  Her hands parted the fabric and began to roam over her body, and she moved closer so I could clearly see her caressing her firm, young breasts, cupping them under the fabric.  Her nipples were upturned and hard, and I moaned as she pulled and tugged at them.  I managed to flick my tongue over one when she pulled the fabric aside, leaned down, and brushed them over my face.  Rising back up, she cooed, “I prepared a special treat for my Master.” And with that, she wiggled her hips and spread the fabric where her legs met.  For the first time in my life, I gazed upon a completely clean-shaven, bare pussy!  I just groaned, unable to say anything.  As I sat there, slack-jawed, she continued to sway as she caressed her hairless mound, shamelessly spreading herself open for me.  She moaned as two fingers plunged deep inside, and I saw they were coated with her juices as she began circling her little nub, inches from my face.

“Would Master like a taste?” she inquired with a smile.  Without waiting for an answer, she stepped forward and thrust her soft, hairless, dripping pussy into my eager mouth.  Her hands went behind my head and pressed me hard into her as she began to grind her slippery womanhood into my face.

I couldn’t get enough.  A week of pent-up energy was unleashed, and I attacked her cunt with abandon, lapping and thrusting my tongue as deep inside her as I could. I nibbled on her lips, running my tongue in and around her velvety folds, then plunged back inside.  My lips found her erect little nub just poking out of its hood, and I lavished it with gentle attention. I had never tasted anything so sweet.  Soon I was lying completely on my back, and she was straddled over my face, grinding into me.

She was moaning now, rubbing her wet slit over my mouth and nose, leaving my face slick with her moisture.  “Oh, Babe, fuck my pussy with your tongue.  Harder, just like that.  Oh, I want you so bad.”

I had never heard her say ‘fuck’ in my life, and I almost blew my load right there.  I kept lapping and sucking for all I was worth, and soon I heard the pitch of her voice rise. “Oh, oooooh,  oooooooooooooooh.  I’m Cuuuuuuuumiiing!”  She began to spasm, her thighs crushing both sides of my head.   Fluid filled my mouth as she convulsed over me, and I drank in every drop I could.  Normally she was reserved and held back her cries of pleasure, but there was no holding back tonight.  She screamed with abandon, lost in the throes of a climax so intense she later described it as the Mother of all Orgasms.  The neighbors may well have heard her, but we both were beyond caring.

I kept licking and slurping until she finally begged me to stop, too sensitive for more than gentle pressure.  She slid down and began kissing me on the mouth, tasting her own juices on my lips, something she had always shied away from doing.

“Master is too kind,” she sighed, “now it’s his turn.”

She quickly pulled my shirt over my head.  The baggy sweatpants immediately followed, revealing the raging hard-on they had been trying to hide all day long.  The tip of my penis was peeking out the top of my briefs, and as she moved downward, she used her tongue to clean off the droplets of pre-cum and then sucked the exposed head into her mouth, nearly sending me over the precipice.

I had been on knife’s edge for so long I wasn’t going to last.  “Oh, babe, I’m about to cum!” I warned her.

She looked up with a devilish grin and said, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

I didn’t think this night could get any better, but she had just hit on one of my secret fantasies.  On the rare occasion that she gave me a blowjob, I always warned her when I was close, and she would finish me off with her hands or by just kissing the underside of my glans as I spurted.

Now, all I could do was groan in response.  I had no words.  She kissed back down my bare chest, slipped my briefs off, and attacked my manhood with abandon, licking and kissing along its entire length.  She moved to the tip and again slurped the generous amount of pre-cum leaking out of me, something else she had never done before.  Moving her head further down, she sucked one ball, then the other into her mouth and twirled her tongue around each one.  I moaned when she began nipping at my testicles, pulling and tugging the loose skin with her teeth as she rubbed my shaft with a free hand. It felt wonderful, but I was desperate for her to take me back into her mouth.  She ran her tongue back up my length, one hand fondling my balls while she used the other to pull my cock back toward her lips.  I sighed in contentment as she sucked my entire length into her mouth.  She swallowed as much as she could, and when I reached the back of her throat, I felt her gag.

She pulled off, and looking me in the eyes, said, “I want to learn how to deep throat you, but it’s gonna take some practice.”

With that mind-blowing announcement, she sucked my rigid member right back into her soft, warm mouth.  She pumped one hand up and down on the base and attacked my cock with abandon.  “Oh, hon, I’m gonna cum,”  I warned her again. But, rather than pulling off as usual, she upped the pace. Moments later, I began shaking and then screamed as I exploded in her mouth.  Rope after rope of white, milky cum spurted out of me, slamming into the back of her throat.

She did her best to keep up, but there was just too much, and it began leaking out the side of her mouth, running down her chin.  She kept slurping and bobbing for all she was worth until I begged her to slow down.  Finally, she pulled off, and I could tell she was debating what to do with the fluid I had just pumped into her mouth.  Eventually, she grabbed a hand towel she must have placed under a pillow and deposited my cream into its folds.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “I guess I need to work up to swallowing, but I’ll keep trying.”

I nearly cried when I realized how much she wanted to please me. I just pulled her up to me and kissed her full on the lips, tasting my own cum for the first time in my life.

“Babe, I love you so much.  I don’t want you ever to do something you don’t enjoy.  I can’t even begin to tell you what that means to me.”

“I think I might get to like it; I’ll just have to keep practicing.” She grinned.  “It was pretty hot doing that to you,” she continued. “I sure like being my Master’s plaything.  Ever since Cindy told me she loves the taste of Peter’s cum, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about trying it.”

“Cindy told you that?” I exclaimed.

“Yup,” she smiled. “We’ve been having some really interesting conversations the last few weeks.  I can’t wait to tell you about them.  They’ve really inspired me to want to practice,” she grinned.

“Well, you can practice as much as you like,” I grinned right back.

“We aren’t done yet,” she commanded. “I’m just getting started.  I’m betting there are a lot more naughty thoughts dancing in that head of yours.  I told you I was going to try and discover them all.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” I replied.  “Well, let me take that back. Apparently, you have some pretty good ideas.” I laughed.

“We have all of tonight and the next two days to do research, Lover.  Plus, the rest of our lives.  So, did you follow my instructions and get all of the items in the letter?” she inquired with an arched brow.

“As a matter of fact,” I began….

We spent the rest of that night and most of Saturday and Sunday exploring both of our fantasies and the deep-seated desires we’d previously been hesitant to share.

What we did with the items from the grocery store, the lingerie, and the toys—not to mention all the other surprises she had planned—is a story all its own.

Suffice it to say that our love life and our marriage were never the same after that night. The Lord has blessed me with my perfect match, and the intimacy that we enjoy is a true gift from God.  A wonderful truth we discovered is that the more honest we are about our desires, and the more we act those desires out in love, the greater the bond of intimacy becomes.

Click on a heart to thank the author of this story!

Average rating / 5. Vote count:

No votes so far! Be the first to rate this post.

We are sorry that this post was not one of your favorites!

Help us understand why.

14 replies
  1. Fiftyfitfidelity says:

    I have found, after nearly 25 years of marriage, it can take a while for the sexual relationship to blossom. So many things we believe to be taboo or reluctant to try can take off once you can find a way to get comfortable talking about sex and as you concluded being honest with your desires. Intimacy starts slow and like a garden needs tended to almost daily. Kudos on your journey and fun role play. I love dialog in stories and you do that as well as anyone on the site!

    • HappyHubby says:

      Wow Thanks Fifty for the kind words. And your are so right about it being a journey and taking constant care. But that effort is part of what makes it so meaningful.

  2. Southernheat says:

    This has to be one of my favorite stories! It’s so sweet! So sexy ! So Hot! So romantic! Just how much your wife loves you to put forth the effort to plan this and to go way beyond her comfort zone because of her love for you. Made me tear up a little thinking of friends who really need this kind of awakening in their marriages. I love planning and doing things to shock and surprise my man. You and your wife are very blessed. Thanks for blessing us with this story to remind us all to keep the home fires burning!

    • HappyHubby says:

      So glad you enjoyed it Southernheat. I've enjoyed so many of your stories since discovering MH I'm glad to have returned the favor in a small way.

  3. PatientPassion says:

    Wow, HappyHubby, what an amazing story! I'm so happy for you both, and that your marriage and intimacy reached such a beautiful new level!

    I'm amazed at how fast your wife's awakening happened. From the accounts given by other couples, it seems that sexual growth like this usually takes much longer to happen in those who have been brought up with an overly-restricted view of sexuality within marriage. Of course there was probably some work being done in her heart long before the events you wrote about. But it sounds like she went from ultra-conservative to a sex goddess in just a couple of weeks!

    Praise God for showing her the freedom spouses have in marriage to be adventurous with their intimacy! I truly love what she said in one of those messages to you: "I've realized that the more things we do that only the two of us get to do, the more our intimacy grows." This is so true and beautiful, and I wish more people thought this way!

    If it's in God's plan for me to get married, I know my future wife is likely to have been brought up quite conservatively, just like yours. If that's the case, I sincerely hope and pray that she will be blessed with the same kind of realization that your wife had. Perhaps this story will even be part of her own awakening! Thank you for sharing it, and may God continue to richly bless your marriage!

    • HappyHubby says:

      Thanks PatientPassion. Yes it was a very quick awakening but as you surmised the "Awakening" actually began long before this night occurred. It will partially be covered in Part 2 which is scheduled to be published on June 21, but it began as we communicated with each other and read books on sex and marriage together. It finally all came together for her after talking with her best friend who really helped her see sex in a new light. I can't over emphasized to newly married (and old Marrieds) how important communication is as well as understanding the true purpose of Sex in Marriage. The goal shouldn't be to try new things and get our wives to be open to whatever we can dream up. It should be to increase the bond and intimacy in the relationship. This is when Sex gets REALLY good.

      I'll pray you find the one with whom you can experience such passion.

    • PatientPassion says:

      "The goal shouldn't be to try new things and get our wives to be open to whatever we can dream up. It should be to increase the bond and intimacy in the relationship." I may be into some kinky stuff, but this idea of increasing our bond and intimacy is what I dream of FAR more than any kind of adventurous sex! I'm so glad to hear that affirmed!

      If I may ask, of the books you mentioned, which ones (and what other resources) on marriage and sex did you and your wife find the most helpful? Interestingly enough, I found myself looking for books like that yesterday, and I figure I could always use some advice on what to read! (On that topic, I'm so thankful that God has given me a heart to eagerly learn how to steward the most beautiful and intimate of all human relationships! It's amazing how he works in our hearts, and I can only imagine it's even more amazing when he works in you and your spouse together!)

  4. HappyHubby says:

    I would recommend Sheet Music. It is far more about developing the relationship through sex than a how-to manual and really did help my wife and me understand sex as a sacrament.

  5. ILoveMarriage says:

    I also recommend Sheet Music. It is a bit dated, and is geared more for newlyweds, but I wholeheartedly agree with HappyHubby's evaluation. I have not found a better Christian sex book.

    One caution — he is totally against anal sex. As for anal play, I can't remember if he rules that out or not. So if that is somewhere you want to go, preview the book and prepare accordingly.

  6. HeSaid-SheSaid says:

    First off, when reading this I had a few good chuckles…"I took a very cold shower before heading to work and determined that cold showers did nothing more than make me cold."…"I had to take several Advil to quell the aching in my groin."…And the best quote…"I could have cut diamonds with my dick.", I'll have to remember this one.

    Thank you for this story, very sweet and encouraging! It always amazes me to hear how a "conservative" woman can transform into an incredibly sexy creature for her husband. Some proper sex education and a heart in the right place can go a long ways. Congrats!

    • HappyHubby says:

      Thanks HeSaid, glad you enjoyed the humor. Sex, like life, should be full of fun and laughter. Hope you have lots of both!

Leave a Reply

Want to join the discussion?
Feel free to contribute!

Leave a Reply