Sweet and Salty (L/A) – Ignite Story

This story contains strong language (L)
This story involves some anal play (A)
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I’m away from home on the road much of the time. My job allows me to explore the globe, dive into new cultures, revisit already favorite places, and discover adventure in the stuff of postcards and film. I like it. I am thankful for it. I’m all in.

But, I also love being at home. Sometimes, my wife travels with me. Sometimes, having landed somewhere on business that I know my wife would enjoy, I make arrangements to return with her. I want her to experience the wonder with me. She is less on the edge of adventure than I am, but she trusts me. She is always game to pack her bag and fly when I can nail down the ticket. I am a better man when she is alongside.

And, I am a better man because of the home she makes awesome for me. For us. For our family. Wherever I am in the world, I go to sleep dreaming about her, thinking about her, and praying for her. When I am boarding to fly home, I am fixed on holding her in my arms when I walk through the door. When behind the wheel, heading down the Interstate, before finding my way to our long driveway, I am shifting in my seat. There is a raging hard-on that inevitably and always drives me home.

Last week, I flew home on Friday night, after several days away on the job. Arriving late, I swept by the kitchen island. There were some chocolate chip cookies my wife had baked for me as a “welcome home.” I grabbed a handful and a glass of milk. Then I made my way upstairs to the bedroom. She was in bed, asleep. I downed the cookies and milk. I was content standing and watching her. But I really wished I hadn’t been so late into the driveway.

Throwing off my clothes, I crawled into bed. I lay on my side, embracing her as she slept. I never wear clothing to bed. The feel of her smooth skin against mine immediately gave my dick a rush. But her breathing was in that deep sleep stage. I, too, was quickly gone.

The next day invaded our bedroom windows with bright sunshine. The light forced me awake. My wife had already gone downstairs to brew fresh coffee. I threw on some old shorts and a tank top and joined her.

I looked out at my yard. We live on a street with neighbors, but the houses are widely spaced, each with at least two acres. The expanse of our property in every direction from my kitchen window made me sigh. I have hired someone to mow and trim the lawns from day one in the house. But the gardens and hedges begged for attention. My wife looked at me and said, “Please, let’s get outside early and get some things done.”

She said, “Please.” She knew I was horny and starved after my road trip for some immediate sex. “We’ll get down and dirty later,” she smiled, giving me a kiss on the neck.

I pulled out the hedge trimmer and tackled the English boxwood. She dead-headed the flowers lining the walkways. I pulled out the ladder and worked, cleaning the second story shutters and siding on the front of the house. That was where shade and summer humidity conspired to make mildew grow. It was hot. I was hot. And, not just by the weather.

Sweat ran down my back, as the sun heated up my shoulders and arms. My shorts were damp from the sweat of my body., I must have smelled rank, like after a drenching workout at the gym. My mind ran wild, dreaming up scenarios of sex.

We had plans to meet friends at a restaurant that Saturday night for dinner. As the afternoon progressed, my wife, always prone to watch the clock, reminded me of the time. She said she was going inside to get ready for our night out.

“Should I jump in the shower first, or do you want to?” she asked, standing near me on the front walk.

I turned and swept her into my arms and kissed her hungrily on her neck. “Why don’t you let me fuck you in the back yard first?” I said playfully, but seriously.

“I’m not having sex with you in the backyard. The yard guy will probably show up to cut the grass and there we’ll be,” she observed flatly.

“So?” I deadpanned. “Your point?” She grinned in a way that said, “Forget it.”

“All right, in the basement, then. Now.” I stared at her with my “I mean business” stare. She jumped on it.

“The basement? Okay, I’ll do that.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I wasted no time in reply. We’ve never done it in the basement. “Go inside and I’ll put the ladder away.” She disappeared into the house.

We have a full, finished basement, with several rooms. There’s a large family room, a guest bedroom, a full bath, some storage rooms, a small kitchen, and a long hallway. It has polished tile floors throughout, with some soft and expansive area rugs. I ran inside, took off my yard shoes and reached for the “sex blanket” in my upstairs bedroom drawer. It’s a soft, black, washable blanket, lined with a durable surface on the bottom. That keeps any mess from soaking through.

Although there’s a very comfortable queen-sized bed in the basement guest room, it seemed too ordinary. I wanted to push some envelopes downstairs. Sex at home is over 90% of the time in our bedroom on the bed. Cool. But, today I wanted to explore. My house. My wife.

I stood in the basement bedroom with the blanket unfolded on the white area rug on the floor and pushed down my shorts. I go commando routinely. Once my shorts were removed, my cock jumped to attention in the fresh air. As I was stepping out of my shorts, my wife, to my surprise, walked around the corner from the long basement hallway into the room. She was totally nude. I can’t think of a time before she’s walked through the house totally nude. My dick jumped for the ceiling.

I once more swept her into my arms, as I had minutes before outside. Only this time, I plunged my tongue into her mouth and kissed her deep and hard. My hands ran all over her back and ass. My dick pressed against her abdomen. I stood, spread-legged, naked except for my tank top. I caressed every part of her body. She moaned and moved ever closer into my embrace.

As I licked her neck and shoulders she asked, “Why are you so wet? You feel like you’ve been hosed down.”

“It’s my sweat from my workday outside. And you taste deliciously salty, too.” My wife’s body was covered with sweat, also, though not as pervasive as mine. The sweet and salty flavor of her skin amped up my hunger for her. And I was already starved.

As my hands swept between her legs, she was wet and warm. I fell to my knees and began licking all over her pubic area. I explored her inner thighs, inner folds, and clit with my tongue. She continued to press into my embrace, but now she was pressing my face into her most private places. She was grinding her hips as I moved with my mouth and tongue into every crevice and hole I could find. I went from the top of her landing strip to the bottom of her asshole. My saliva and her juices coated every inch, glistening and slippery.

I stood up and pushed her down on the blanket. “Lay down, on your back,” I said, almost as a command. As she did, I moved into a 69 position on top of her and dove between her legs again. My forefinger moved into her cunt and rolled over her G-spot. I simultaneously pressed my middle finger up her ass. Her slit was hot and wet, as always. I was surprised by how well her asshole was lubed and easy to penetrate, also. She immediately squirmed and groaned approvingly. I thought I might explode myself, right then and there.

As my tongue and fingers worked their magic, my wife writhed and began to yell. The sound of her voice echoed off the hard surfaces of the basement floor and walls. It sounded very differently from the soft and rich finishes of our upstairs, second story bedroom. The physicality of her thrashing and the sound of her pleasure made me crazy.

The crescendo of her voice increased several decibels. She seemed herself to be turned on even more by the sounds and struggle. Soon, she was approaching an explosive orgasm. She began to call me by name, begging me to keep it up, slapping my back at the same time.

Her body was flailing with passion and pleasure as I held her to the floor and relentlessly drove her over the edge. My tongue, mouth, and fingers would not stop. Her first wave of orgasm was followed by another—and then another—and, yes, another. Each was louder, more quaking, and almost violent than the one before it. I loved it. She did, too.

At last, taking a break, I sat up. Still straddling her, with my butt on her chest, I stared down at her gorgeous cunt. I spit on it, hurling another wad of saliva exactly on the spot.

Then I began to caress her clit gently with my right hand, saying, “Fuck, I love to do that. I love the way you cum.”

“I’m very glad you do,” she answered persuasively.

I stood up and pointed to the bed. “Ass up.” She bent over the side of the bed, laying on her stomach, and pulled her legs up. I pulled them back down, so that she was bent at her hips on the cusp of the mattress. Then I moved between her now dangling legs. I reached underneath her hips and jacked her butt up in the air a bit more. The head of my cock was right at her entrance.

“So fine,” I gasped, as I held her there. “The angle, so fine. Why are you always such a perfect, tight, hot, wet fit for me?” I mused.

I slowly pushed my inches in, one by one. Buried deep inside, at last, I paused. I leaned forward against the small of her back, kissing her briefly. My thumb pressed into her asshole. “Thank you for this,” I whispered. “My pleasure,” she replied, again persuasively.

I began to thrust fast, then slow, savoring the beauty of my wife’s neck, back, and ass before me. My hands alternated between slapping and then grabbing her ass cheeks. My cock, already rock hard, seemed to grow implausibly bigger, as I did so. It was one of those moments when I thought my steel was strained to the point of explosion. I was totally focused and reveling in the sensations, sights, smells, and sounds.

”Shit. This is it,” I yelled. The familiar rush began to move from the deep base of my penis into an explosive ejaculation. Pounding now, I poured my cum inside her. I let loose a roar that echoed with unusual force throughout the basement. My standing position at the edge of the bed, thrusting doggy style into the folded form of my wife, seemed to make the orgasm more powerful than the norm.

I pulled out and glanced at the nightstand by the guestroom bed. “Uh-oh. We’d better get a move on if we’re going to make it for dinner.”

My wife jumped up and ran out of the room. Then suddenly, she came back as I stood there, cum dripping from my cock. I was calculating how much time it would take for me to get ready. She threw her arms around me and planted a huge, wet, salty kiss on my lips. “That. Was. Amazing,” she observed, halting and emphasizing every word.

“I. Love. You,” was all I could say, in the same cadence. I held her for a moment more and thanked God for this woman, my one and only.

Yep. Worth waiting for. Worth working for. I’m going for sex in the upstairs office at home next. Or maybe the garage. Or both.

There’s no place like home.