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It started as a night not unlike many others. The kids were finally asleep, and we were feeling frisky. I slipped into my closet to find the latest addition to my stash of apparel that is never worn beyond the privacy of our bedroom. As I fingered the soft fabric, I thought about how we had changed and grown over our years of marriage. With my rather conservative upbringing and timid nature, the earliest items in my collection were mostly romantic and sensible. Still sexy, but sensible. Even my plain black bra and basic red thong felt comparatively scandalous the first time I wore them for you. And although we thoroughly enjoyed the tasteful, silky members of my wardrobe (and still do!), there was a wilder side of me that I secretly longed to explore. I was hesitant, at first, to venture down this more risque road, but as the years went on, the love and communication in our relationship afforded me the security I needed to explore my desires, as well as yours.
My excitement began to build as I slipped on the tiny black g-string that barely covered the lips of my freshly shaved pussy. I could feel it was already slippery and wet with anticipation. Then came the skirt, which was little more than a band of fabric hung low on my hips with short ruffles of netting hanging below. I turned in the mirror to admire how it grazed the lower edge of my ass. The silver rivets punched through the black material felt cold but smooth on my skin. I reached for the matching top and tied the soft straps around my neck and back, stretching the net triangles across my breasts. My nipples, hard and eager, were clearly visible as I ran my fingers down the edge of the neckline and across the metal accents of the lower band. I couldn’t wait to show you.
I slipped on my black stilettos and stepped out. You were waiting for me, clearly ready, with your cock already bulging inside your tight boxers. You smiled as you took in the sight. I found the beat in the background music you’d prepared and began to move with it, running my hands up and down my body, giving you a little show, and fantasizing about how good it was going to feel to have your hands caressing me soon. I let my fingers linger down low, lightly brushing my clit through the thin fabric, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation.
No longer content with being a bystander, you crossed the room and wrapped your arms around me, kissing me with passion and hunger. You pressed my back up against the wall, and your kisses began to migrate from my lips to my neck and shoulders. I knew from experience you wouldn’t stop your downward progression until I felt your warm, wet tongue stroking my clit. The thought made me weak in the knees, but I willed myself to pull your lips back to mine. Tonight, I didn’t want you focussed on my pleasure, taking the time needed to build me up to ecstasy. Tonight, I wanted you to get lost in my body. I wanted you to want me so badly you couldn’t hold back. I wanted you to ravage me.
I pushed you back onto the bed and ripped off both my g-string and your boxers before climbing on top. I heard you catch your breath as you felt my warmth slide tightly down on you. You reached up and squeezed at my breasts as I rode you. Then I curled my body down onto yours and continued the motion of my hips as I kissed your neck. My lips brushed past your ear as a thought entered my mind: I love fucking you. I really love fucking you. It was not the first time I’d had this thought, but I’d never dared say it out loud. I’m not the kind of girl who’d ever muttered so much as a “damn” out loud, but you bring out this intensity in me that can’t be expressed any other way. I bit my lip as I brushed near your ear again. I toyed with the idea of telling you. It was so out of character for me; what would you think if I told you?
“Mmm…” I moaned in your ear, unable to hold back any longer. “I love fucking you.”
Your fingers instantly tightened around my arms as you flung me onto my back and flipped yourself on top in one swift motion. With one hand pinning my arms above my head and the other clutching my breast, you pounded me hard and fast. I reveled in the fire I had succeeded in igniting in you. I watched your brow begin to glisten as you kept up your vigorous thrusts, and I felt your body tighten as you closed in on your goal. At last, I felt your sweet release, and you collapsed onto my chest, exhausted and satisfied. As I held your tired body, feeling your heart beating against me, I closed my eyes and thanked God for the gift of you and our marriage. I knew mere weeks after meeting you that I loved you, but I had no idea before we married how much I would truly love fucking you.
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