Love With a Little Help

This story is about a time when I had returned from a business trip after being gone for two weeks. My flight home was delayed three times. 10 inches of snow coated my hometown, which made transportation nearly impossible.  My flight arrived at my home airport at 1:20 a.m.  By the time I got my luggage and hit the taxicab row it was nearly 2:OO a.m.  The normal 15-minute cab trip took nearly an hour in the still falling snow.

I was exhausted from the nearly 9-hour commute from my business meeting to my front door.  My home never looked so good.  Holiday lights illuminating the decorations and the soft glow of a incandescent porch lights wrapped around my soul welcoming me home.  Entering the front door I was overcome by the sight of my three sleeping children who did their best to wait up for their daddy.  I quickly put down my bags, hung up my coat and kicked my shoes off in the foyer.  Walking into the living room the embrace of the thick carpet around my feet let me know I could relax.

A voice whispered down from the stairway, “You aren’t going to break your promise are you?” My heart began to beat a bit faster as the rush of adrenaline pulsed through my veins.  Every day of my business trip would end with a phone call from my hotel room to my beautiful bride.  We would each close our eyes and begin to describe the activities in which we would partake upon my arrival home.  Each day of my trip the images and thoughts of our conversations would take the place of a boring seminar or presentation.

I was finally home.  I guess I figured it was too late and we would have to postpone our promises to each other.  However, as I walked up the stairs and could quickly smell the aroma of the erotically scented candles burning in our bedroom. In the backlight of the glow of the candles I could see the silhouette of my bride dressed in a white silk robe.  Her nipples erect from the anticipation of our evening together.  She instructed me to take a quick shower while she prepared her self for our evening of fleshly indulgence.

The hot water soothed the tension from the day’s journey and melted away the stress of the past two weeks.  Still struggling to put out of my mind the whirlwind of activities of activities and meetings of my trip, I heard a familiar noise outside the shower door.  As I peered through the frosted glass I could see my wife perched on top of the vanity.  Soothing moans came from her as she invited me to peek out for a closer look.  As I slid open the shower door I could see my beautiful wife.  Her legs were spread open, her robe untied and draped over her shoulders as she began to move her vibrator across her soft valley.  She continued to massage her genitals and her body reacted with pleasure.  At this point I had no problem clearing my mind of my trip.

I exited the shower as she continued to find pleasure with her vibrator.  She told me not to come any closer but to just watch her as she pleased herself.  The anticipation was too much, I could not resist any more and began to caress the outside of her arms and softly kiss her lips.  My arms began to quiver as she pulled me closer and pressed her erect breast against my chest. The scent of her essence filled the air as we found ourselves kissing, walking and hopping into our bed.

I have never seen her so anticipated about our encounter in all our marriage.  She instructed my to lay on my back as she straddled me.  She began to kiss my face, my lips, my neck and my nipples.  Each time she touched my body my manhood yearned for her soft valley.  She then slowly hovered over me, taking me in with pleasure and moans.  Our motion continued for 10 minutes with the explosive ejaculation, which had been temped for two weeks. I could see the pleasure she received by feeling my warm seed in her body.  She continued in her rapid motion.  She has not yet found her relief.

She instructed me to go and find her vibrator, which we left in the bathroom. I returned to find her laying on her back instructing me to sit facing her between her legs and she guided my hand with the direction of the vibrator.  What a view I had, I could see her lovely face with expressions of ecstasy and her breast, which boasted her erect nipples. I could also see the contraction of her vagina around the vibrator with each trust into her.  She began to rub her clitoris and I thrust the vibrator.  Soon the expression on her face let me know she was almost there.  With one final contraction of her body she let out a faint moan as her vagina contracted tightly around the vibrator and her essence began to flow freely in a river around my hand.  For a second she lay motionless then began to embrace me with a smile on her face.

This was real progress in our marriage.  We have been married now for 15 years.  During our first 14 years of marriage my wife was never able to orgasm.  Our sex life was diminished to an occasional happening occurring maybe 4 to 5 times a year.  As our intimacy diminished in the bedroom it diminished in every other area of our life.  Fearing the end of our marriage, my wife got a vibrator (against her upbringing) and it took a few tries but it finally worked!  We now have sex at least once a week and our marriage is stronger than ever.