I was getting ready for a business trip. My wife, Rebecca, was in the sunroom, enjoying a cup of coffee while I got myself dressed and packed. Going through my routine was almost automatic now, so I was daydreaming about the previous evening.
It was one of those special evenings, when everything was clicking and we were so in-tune with one another. Dinner, a movie, some flirting on the way home had led to a romantic drink by the fire. Soon we were cuddling in bed, making the kind of passionate love they describe in those paperback romance novels. I know, sounds kinda cheesy, but that's how it was.
And now I was getting a hard-on. A quick glance at the clock told me I wouldn't have time for a quickie and make my flight. I decided I would set the table for some wild and crazy sex on my return. I found our old, trusty Polaroid camera.
We have never really been into taking pictures of ourselves in the bedroom, but I thought a few well-placed pics of my cock in its current condition might just light a fire. I quickly removed my pants and stroked my cock up to a full erection. Holding the camera in front of me, I took a few pictures of my purple-headed cock and tight balls. I even thought of trying to catch my orgasm on film, but decided against it. She would be coming back to the bedroom soon and I wanted this to be a surprise.
I set the old-style pictures off to the side to develop while I redressed and finished packing. I wished that I had thought of this sooner; I could have used my digital camera and gotten better quality. I guessed, though, the point would be made.
Reviewing the now developed pics, I decided they would work and stashed them under my wife's pillow. After a long goodbye, I was on my way.
It was a short trip, three days. Rebecca and I spoke several times, but she never mentioned the pictures. I would hint around at them with things like:
"Anything new around the house?"
"No, usual stuff" was all she'd say.
The business trip went well and I returned home, anxious and a bit perplexed. Had she found my gift? Was she mad? It was beginning to occur to me that my bright idea might not have been such a bright idea after all.
I pulled into the driveway to see the house was dark. Not so unusual, I thought. Entering the house, the only light came from under our bedroom door. I dropped my bags, stumbled through the dark and opened the door.
What I saw will be burned into my mind forever. There was my beautiful, normally demure wife, laying spread eagle on our bed. She had found my gift, and they were spread around her as her hand was flying roughly over her clit, her wet pussy lips swollen with excitement. She changed her stroke and started fucking herself with two fingers. She threw her head to the side to look at me, dumbfounded as I was. Sparks shot from her brown eyes.
"Get over here, NOW!" she demanded.
As I neared the bed, unbuckling my belt, she met me, roughly jerking my pants open and forcing them down to my knees. Next came my underwear, which caught on my fast-hardening cock. It sprang up and hit Rebecca in the chin as she was forcing away the unwanted fabric. She didn't miss a beat, though, her lust guiding her efforts. Rebecca popped my cock into her mouth, sucking roughly, trying to will the blood to complete my erection. She stroked it in her fist, then opened her mouth and tongued the tip to capture the first bead of precum.
Once satisfied with the state of my erection, she pulled me back and on top of her, guiding my cock into her wet folds. I was still mostly dressed, shirt and tie on, pants around my knees and for all practical purposes, immobile. In her current state, this would not do. I did try, though, to buck my hips and give her the fucking she was demanding, but looking into those eyes I saw lust mixing with anger and tried to roll us both over. Rebecca quickly got the idea and helped me along and soon she was where she needed to be, on top of me riding my dick.
The next twenty minutes or so is a blur. My beautiful wife fucked me with an abandon I hadn't seen in awhile. Any impending orgasm on my part was staved off by her sharp nails raking my chest or near blood-drawing bites on my neck and shoulders. It was clear this was all about her. Her hips pounded me as she slammed herself up and down on my dick. She grated her clit on me, rocking her hips back and forth as she climaxed over and over again. I could feel her juices running down my balls and the crack of my ass. My cock, hard and anxious for relief, filled her until she was at satisfied. She collapsed onto me, her breathing ragged and heavy into my neck.
It took her awhile to recover. I stroked her back as she lay over me. I could feel her cunt contracting around me from time to time, little spasms hitting her as she came down. I tried to thrust my hips into her, trying to get the relief I still needed.
"Uh-uh" was all she said.
I figured she just wanted to catch her breath before we started again. Boy, was I wrong. When she came back to earth, she matter-of-factly moved off of me and went in the shower. I finished undressing and lay back down, stroking my now-straining dick until her return. When she came back in the bedroom, she lay down behind me and spooned up against me. Replacing my hand with hers, she gave me a few strokes.
"Wait." She whispered, then she stopped stroking me and held my dick fast while drifting off to sleep.
That night, and the next couple of days, was murder on me. Some hours after she fell asleep, with me still awake and frustrated, she rolled over and released her grip on my cock. Not wanting to blow my load, I tossed and turned the rest of the night, recalling the exquisite feelings of being buried inside her hot pussy, of her sucking my cock deep into her mouth, of her...
The next morning came with no relief. Rebecca went about her routine in mostly usual ways. She dressed more provocatively, giving me glimpses of her small, firm tits through her loosely buttoned, almost sheer top. Her hard, brown nipples poked through that blouse most of the day. Or she would bend over, more often than usual I thought, making me drool over her pretty ass encased in tight jeans. Any advances I made were rebuked, with her making excuses of being sore from the night before or not in the mood at the moment. Maybe later...
I decided to take a (cold) shower and try to clear my head. This was a terrible bit of teasing I was getting. Perhaps I shouldn't have left those pictures for her. Or just perhaps not before I took a trip. It was obvious I was going to pay for getting her horny and not being there for her.
When I stepped out of the shower, she was waiting for me. Nude, on her knees with her legs spread, fingering her wet slit. She beckoned me with her free hand, and once close enough, opened her mouth and sucked in my flaccid cock. My dick didn't take long to respond, quickly hardening under her ministrations. She put on a show for me, taking my cock into her mouth until I felt it hit the back of her throat. Her moans created vibrations at the head of my dick that made me shiver. I could hear the sweet, sticky sounds of her fingering herself, mixed with the wet, slurping sounds coming from her mouth, lips and tongue. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and guided her head back and forth over my dick, forcing her head deep into my crotch. Just as I was feeling my balls tighten up, the phone rang. Rebecca quickly jumped up o answer it.
"But...what?!?!" I stammered.
"Don't worry, you weren't going to cum anyway," she replied with a wink. It was her sister on the phone. They talked for hours. They probably planned it.