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Title: In From a Busy Day
Coming in from school, I was tired. Not so much from the kids but because my day begins at 5:30am. I am up, showered and dressed ready to begin my day before my love is even out of bed. I usually am calling him from other parts of the house as I am gathering my stuff to head out to drive to school. I am not sure what he wears to work until he comes home from his busy day. I pull into the drive and to my surprise his car is there. He didn?t mention that he would be working from home today or that he might have carpooled. Hmmm! But neither is unusual for him. But the time between me coming in and when he would come home is my time to relax, shower, change clothes and have time to myself. I don?t make much noise coming into the house. I drop my school bag and purse on the chair, slip my shoes off and walk towards the bedroom to undress. To my surprise! My love is home. I feel the humidity from the shower. See damp towels on the floor. I see his reflection in the mirror. Standing tall looking in the mirror at himself. Flexing his muscles. Arms out to his side. As he tightens his tummy muscles and then letting his tummy out. Just a little pouch. He enjoys the meals I prepare and his tummy reflects that. He is my love, a blessing I rejoice in every day. We have grown together in our relationship. Enjoying our special sexual, sensual, romantic play. As he looks at his reflection, I don?t know what to do. Quietly sneak back out, stand and watch, or continue my routine. I feel myself getting aroused. My love fascinates me. I have always enjoyed watching him. Standing at the window when he is outside doing the yard stuff, as he falls asleep watching the football game in the afternoon, as he reads the paper and now watching his reflection in the mirror. He has so many expressions. I get aroused watching him. I stay to watch him. He has moved. I change my position. He has moved to my dresser. Looking in the mirror at himself, he is pulling open my top dresser drawer. As naked as he is, he isn't hard or semi hard but soft. His cock nestled with his balls in his short hairs. I hold my breath. With his hands in my top dresser drawer he is touching my panties, bras and stockings. Not really touching but fondling. I notice his chest as he begins to take deeper breaths. His cock not as soft, his legs apart. Not to my surprise he is getting hard fondling my lingerie. Watching him from the doorway he takes out white satiny bikini panties and matching camisole. The expression on his face is all pleasure. He brushes the panties over his short hairs down over his cock which is now so much harder, down lower caressing his balls. I am in the hallway, shaking with arousing pleasure. I want to step into the room. Join in his pleasures. My love steps into the white satiny panties. Pulling them over his ankles, calves, thighs, butt and finally over his balls and cock. He pushes his cock down, rubbing it, as he smoothes the panties out. I notice they are a bit big for him. In my mind next time we shop, we need to purchase a smaller size for him. I feel myself getting aroused. My clit is twitching, itching to be played with. I want to finish undressing and be apart of this scene. I notice he is gently rubbing the camisole over his chest. His nipples are so hard. They get like pebbles, easy to suck and lick. I watch as he slips it over his head, down his arms, over his nipples, pulling it down, barely covering his tummy. Definitely we need to shop. He glances towards the door, I wonder if he saw me in the doorway. Now I blush, am I intruding on his private moments Wanting to pleasure himself without me around. He walks back to the full length mirror. Flexing his muscles, arms to his sides. Turning to get a side view, and to see his butt in the mirror. My, he is beautiful, hard as steel, from head to toe. His cock now tenting, straining in those panties. I hear him breathing, deeply. To my delight I hear him say, come into the bedroom. It was an invitation I have been waiting for. He did see me or knew I was home. Maybe it was the clock by the bed that told him I would be home. I step into the room. Practically undressed. He caught my eye; we stare at each other as I finished pulling my clothes off. I slip my hands over him, rub myself up against him. Letting him feel my slip against the camisole and panties he has on. He can feel the smoothness as we embrace. I need to touch, I tell him, to feel you, all of you, to slip my hands down, over you, inside the panties and camisole. We come closer to each other. Inhaling each others breathe, tasting tongues, nipping at my lips. I begin to touch, brush, my hands up and down his chest and back, over his butt. He moans so when I touch. I take a step away. I want to see him, all of him. I ask him to pull his panties down so his cock slips out. His hard cock straining to be released from the white panties. His cock stands tall. I slip my hand down and up caressing his cock. I want to feel his wetness as I caress his cock and balls. His legs open wider. I slip the panties back up covering his cock, letting him feel the smoothness of the panties. I take his hand and lead him to our bed. I ask him about his day. I slide my hands up and down. It must have been one of those days because he was home early. The days he doesn?t wear panties are the days he comes home to dress in panties, to ease the stress of the day away. It?s the nights where dinner is the last thing on our minds. I lick his cock through his panties. Kiss his balls, letting my hands travel to his butt. I want my love to feel the pleasure of my hands and tongue caressing him. The panties are getting wet. Just little droplets but I know he wants to cum in the panties, get them soaking wet. His hands are caressing his nipples. I slip up and over his thighs and cock stretching my body over him to lick and suck his nipples through the camisole. As I pull myself over his cock, His breathing quickens, whispering into my ear I am close. I slip back down, letting him feel the smoothness of my slip on his chest and cock. This time I suck his cock through the panties. Sucking and licking. I hear him calling me, ohhh, Nancy, my love, telling me he is going to shoot a load into the panties, asking is it okay. I grin, knowing why. My new white panties, he wants to wet them first. I don't say a word but continue to suck his cock. He is straining, I feel him building to his orgasm. I taste, I hear him calling me, telling me he is cumming, I draw his cum through the panties. I want to taste more and more to swallow him. He is cumming hard. I hear it in his voice. He has soaked the panties, my new white panties. I let him relax, easing my self up next to him on the bed. Beside him, I caress his chest and his tummy, letting my hand rest on his cock. He rolls to his side and kisses me, saying? welcome home, how was your day?? He pushes me on to my back. Raising my arms as he removes my slip, unhooks my bra and removes my purple panties. My love kisses my chin. His hands caress my breast and sucks on the other, licking my tattoo. I have told him many times the tattoo won?t come off. As he begins to slide down the bed, using his knee to spread my legs open. I am still aroused, smell of wet pussy, my clit is so hard. I know I want him to taste and eat. I don't need to tell him what I want, he knows. His fingers gently caressing my clit, opening up my sticky lips, slipping fingers inside. As I push my hips up wanting him to go deeper. He slips in between my legs. I want him to bite me, lick me, slip a tongue in. Let me hump his mouth. Oh, yes he knows my wants and lets me cum hard, tasting and, licking up the wetness. He pats my pussy, runs his fingers through my trimmed short hairs. He likes more hair but winter is coming on, I won?t trim as much. He slides up next to me, side by side. Holding hands, not really talking but listening to each others breathing, enjoying each others company. I reach over flip on the music listening to Elton John before we need to get up and prepare dinner. I know he will want to eat in front of the TV, its football night. And I will be next to him reading a book. Little does he know, what he enjoys, I enjoy.
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