City Lights, Lace, and Silk Stockings (L)

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I am Jason, and my wife is Annie. After 26 years of marriage and six kids, we have experienced a lot of love, joy, and heartache over the years. But we continue to love each other more deeply than ever. We have had sex thousands of times, and each time is special, but some of our sexual adventures as husband and wife are more memorable. Here is one that happened high over the city lights of Boston.

Annie and I decided a little getaway to Boston would be just the thing we needed. The eldest kids were home from college and could keep an eye on the younger ones. We booked two nights in an apartment through Airbnb in a high rise that promised a great view of the city. I left work a little early on a Friday afternoon, and we headed for the big city.

To make our getaway extra special, I made a dinner reservation at an elegant Italian restaurant that had good reviews. With the assistance of a helpful clerk at a local lingerie shop, I also picked up a black lace push-up bra and matching panties for Annie as a surprise. The clerk talked me into including silk stockings and a garter belt to complete the sexy look. When we were newlyweds, Annie liked to wear sexy underthings. But as a mom, she usually now chooses cotton over lace.

When we arrived in Boston, we checked into our apartment. It was on the 22nd floor of the high rise. In its living room, it had floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking Boston. The view was amazing, and Annie and I were ready for a special night together.

I presented her with my gift of lingerie. She was surprised and excited. She then pulled from her overnight bag a new low-cut black dress she had picked up as a surprise for me. I couldn’t wait to see her in it.

Our dinner reservation was at seven. As it was now 5:30, Annie said that she wanted to take a shower and get ready. She told me not to peek while she prepared, then hurried into the bedroom and closed the door. I opened a beer and imagined how sexy Annie would look and what we might do together later.

After what seemed like an eternity, Annie appeared. She looked stunning. The sexy black dress accentuated her curves and showed just enough cleavage to send sparks to my groin. The black silk stockings clung seductively to her shapely calves, and the high heels she wore enhanced the effect. Admiring my sexy wife that evening reminded me of why I was first attracted to her when we began dating and of how beautiful she was on our wedding day. It also made me want to jump her bones even before dinner.

Annie must have read my mind (or noticed the bulge in my pants) because she said it was time to go to dinner. She wanted a cocktail before we ate.

We took a cab to the restaurant. Since our table wasn’t ready yet, we had a drink at the bar. I couldn’t keep my eyes and hands off Annie. She was flirting and catching the attention of the handsome bartender that made her whiskey sour.

For dinner, we were seated in one of those round banquet tables. We sat close together and shared a bottle of red wine. As she sipped the wine and looked at the menu, Annie became ever more flirtatious. She was cuddling close to me and slowly rubbing her hand on my leg. When the waiter came to take our order, Annie put her hand on my crotch and started stroking my cock. I was hard almost instantly and had a difficult time keeping a straight face while ordering. As Annie ordered, I also noticed that she leaned down a little to give both the waiter and me a better view of her cleavage.

Two can play this game. My hand found Annie’s thigh. I then gently pulled the hem of her dress up until I could slide underneath to find her silk stocking. I worked my hand up until I found the top of her stocking and then gently rubbed her naked upper thigh. We continued flirting and playing under the table as our delicious Italian food arrived.

Having finished her meal, my wife excused herself while I finished the wine. Only later did I learn that Annie—incredibly turned on by the flirting, the wine, and my caresses—went to the restroom to catch her breath and to play with herself.

When she returned to the table, the waiter came to ask if we wanted to look at the dessert menu. While squeezing my cock under the table and twirling her necklace between her luscious breasts, Annie responded, “No thanks, we are going to have dessert at home tonight!”

We quickly headed out to find a taxi. In the cab, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We made out like we were teenagers. I am sure the driver got an eyeful as I cupped Annie’s breasts, and she groped my cock. I slid my hand under her dress to the wetness between her legs and rubbed her labia and her clit through her lacy panties, making her moan into my mouth.

When we got back to our apartment, we paid the cabby and stumbled hand in hand into the building. We found the elevator and pushed the button for floor 22. Alone at last, we locked each other into a deep embrace, kissing and letting our tongues dance together. Annie’s hand searched out my cock, and my hands traveled up under her dress to squeeze her bottom. Had the elevator ride been much longer, I would have been inside of Annie right there.

When we reached our floor, we broke our kiss and rushed to our apartment.  No sooner had we entered than Annie dropped to her knees, freed my cock, and took it into her mouth. It felt awesome as she licked my shaft and looked up at me so sexily.

But I knew that I wouldn’t last long in this position, and I wanted to please Annie tonight. I pulled her up, found her moist panties, and slid them out of the way, allowing two of my fingers to slide into her sweet spot. She was so hot and wet. I couldn’t wait any longer. I lifted Annie and guided my cock to her opening. In one thrust, I was deep inside my wife, pressing her against the wall right inside the door of the apartment.

Annie was moaning and squeezing me with her legs wrapped around my back. After just a few thrusts, she squealed and orgasmed hard, digging her nails into my back. I held Annie tight and slowed the pace of our sex to let her enjoy the aftershocks of her climax.

I then slid out of Annie and lifted her dress over her head. I stripped naked and led her into the apartment, over to the windows overlooking Boston. The city lights glimmered, and I wanted my wife in front of the windows for all the city to watch us. I carried a dining room chair over close to the glass wall and sat.

Annie, still in her silk stockings and black lacy garter and bra climbed on top of me. My cock was throbbing, and then it sank once again deep in her sex. Annie rode me hard. She moaned and bounced as I played with her tits. I freed both from her bra and sucked and squeezed her nipples, just the way she likes it.

Annie rarely ever has more than one orgasm, and I don’t usually last long enough to please her twice. Tonight was different. After a few minutes in front of the window, Annie came again. She moaned and bit down on my shoulder. I could feel her sex spasming around my cock.

When Annie caught her breath, I lifted her and turned her around. This way, she could look out the window as I entered her from behind. Annie usually doesn’t like the word “fuck.” But tonight, as she braced herself on the back of the chair, she told me to fuck her hard and to give her my cum.

I positioned my stiff cock at Annie’s nearly-dripping opening and thrust. I held her hips, pumping in and out. With each thrust, my pelvis would slap Annie’s bottom. Annie’s tits bounced, and she whimpered and moaned as I fucked my wife over the lights of Boston.

My balls were full, my cock was hard, and I was ready to explode. I pulled Annie hard against my cock and pumped my cum into her. Annie went limp in my hands. I pulled her up into my arms, and we kissed, pressed against the glass wall. The city lights of Boston twinkled behind us as Annie radiated in her black lace and silk stockings.