I was jerking off for the third time that day. My wife was away, on the East Coast chaperoning a class trip. She had been gone for a week and a half and was due to return in three days. Ten days without sex was a struggle to say the least, and a morning, afternoon, and evening masturbation session was added to my daily routine. It wasn’t the same, of course. I missed the sight of her naked body, and the feel of her tight pussy around my cock. But it took the edge off, allowing me to make it through my day. But as of tomorrow morning, our agreement went into effect. For the next three days, neither of us was allowed to cum. We both wanted the other to be deliriously horney and crazy with lust when I picked her up at the airport.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a text notification. I had half a hardon, as usual, and resisted the temptation to start stroking. I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my phone. I checked the message and grinned as my cock came to full attention. The message was a single image: a close-up view of my wife’s beautiful pussy. She was using two fingers to spread herself open revealing her stiff clit and a flow of creamy liquid. She was obviously a hair’s breadth away from her orgasm.
“Naughty girl.” I stood, grabbed my cock, and snapped a side-view picture of my hand around my erect shaft. I sent the picture accompanied by a couple of flame emojis, then reluctantly let go of my hardon and began to make coffee.
The second text arrived a couple hours later while I was sitting at my desk. Again, it was just a single photograph. This time I was treated to a view of her perfect breasts. She had pulled her top up, I couldn't tell where she was, and judging by the state of her nipples, erect and very firm, she had spent a few minutes massaging her luscious mounds before snapping the picture. My cock stirred in my pants as a wry smile touched my lips. Friday was a long way away. I looked forward to seeing what she had planned.
The day proceeded much as I had hoped. Texts arrived at random intervals, always a single photo. The next was another of her pussy. She must have set her phone on the floor, as the view was from below, looking up between her legs under her skirt. She had neglected to wear panties. The next was of her ass, her skirt around her hips. Another of one tit, cupped in her hand, two fingers pinching her hard nipple. The list went on. Five or six by the time I was on my way home. I had only managed to send one in return, a shot of my pelvis, cock erect and straining, taken in a bathroom stall on my lunch break.
I spent the entire day in a state of arousal, my wife's naked body dancing in my mind, and by the time the workday was done my pants were uncomfortably tight around my aching cock. As soon as I was home, I stripped down in the living room and sent her a full-body nude, a three-quarter pose, my cock a steel rod standing out in front of me. I then made my way down the hall to our exercise room where we had set up a variety of equipment; weight bench, yoga mat, punching bag, treadmill, jump rope, and so forth, where I proceeded to lift weights until my hardon went away.
I awoke the next morning, my mind filled with half-remembered dreams of sensuality and eroticism. And of course, my cock had risen in response. I was surprised when I checked my phone. My wife had stepped up her game. Again, one picture, this time with a caption.
"I found this in a store last night. I hope you like it," it read, followed by a heart. The picture was dazzling. It was a frontal view of her naked pelvis, one knee raised and turned out, her foot apparently resting on a chair. She had bought some jewelry. A thin gold chain ran around her waist. A series of five chains ran down the front and between her legs like a bikini, but nothing was left to the imagination. The gold glittered in the curls of her thick bush, red and blue jewels sparkling against her black muff. More chains dangled from between her legs, shining against the skin of her inner thighs. Protruding from the luxuriant hair I could make out the pale pink nub of her clit framed in a gold ring connected to the chain around her waist. Inside the ring was a tiny free-swinging black diamond. Connected at the top it swung like a bell inside the ring. I grinned as I realized that it would be constantly tickling her clit as she moved around.
"Thinking of you," I typed, and sent a point-of-view photo of my cock, rock hard and sticking straight out in front of me. She would be home tomorrow night. I could last until then. An hour later I was on my way out the door when another text arrived.
"Final day of activities. Wish me luck!" it read. The two pictures accompanying it were nearly the same. In one my wife was dressed professionally in a conservative skirt and blouse, ready for a day of museums and culture. In the second, she had pulled up her skirt, revealing black curls and the flash of gold. My mouth watered at the sight.
The rest of the day passed slowly, gold chains and pussies always in the back of my mind. I received several more pictures throughout the day, all from below looking up her skirt. She was growing visibly wetter in each photo until by the end of the series her curls looked damp and sticky, her thighs were slick and shiny, and pearls of her dew clung to the chains.
That night I exercised to the point of exhaustion and afterwards sent a montage of nude workout images. Everything from weights in front of the mirror to exotic and revealing yoga poses to a few of my cock bouncing up and down as I ran on the treadmill. I finished by stroking myself back to full hardness and included a few shots documenting the process. An hour or so later she sent the final picture of the evening, a close up of her pussy, spread wide with two fingers buried deep inside. She was making a point of not touching her clit.
"Tomorrow, my love;" it read.
Tomorrow finally arrived. I met her at the airport, and we immediately fell into an embrace. Two weeks without the feel of her soft body against me was far too long. I felt her nipples against my chest. No bra. I let one hand slide down to her ass and gave her a quick squeeze. No panties.
"Are you wearing your new jewelry?" I asked. She nodded and blushed slightly. "I'm surprised you made it through security." We broke our embrace and hand in hand walked towards baggage claim.
"I didn't," she said in a breathy whisper. "I was pulled aside and taken to a separate room where I had to lift my skirt and show my pussy to three TSA agent." Her blush deepened and she squeezed my hand. My cock was instantly hard.
"Home then?" my voice was becoming hoarse with lust.
"Not yet," she said. "Let's get some dinner. I'm starving."
Walking to the restaurant was an adventure in itself. My wife's breath quickened as the black diamond did its work.
"Slow down or I am going to cum right here," she whispered, her voice breathy and quavering. We sat for a moment, giving her a chance to cool down, then proceeded to walk to the restaurant in stages, stopping when the hidden stimulation become too much. By the time we found a booth and sat down her skin was flushed and her eyes cloudy with desire.
When our food arrived, it became obvious why she had ordered a fruit and vegetable platter. She started with a grape. I watched as she picked it up and her hand went under the table. Her eyes closed briefly, then her hand reappeared and she offered the morsel to me. I opened my mouth and caught just the faintest whiff of pussy juice on her fingers as she placed the grape on my tongue. The tangy flavor told me all I needed to know. Next, she chose a carrot stick, and again her eyes closed, and a smile came to her lips as her hand went under the table. This time the scent of her pussy on her fingers was stronger, and the carrot was wet from end to end. She had obviously inserted it all the way inside herself before offering it to me. Next was a strawberry, then a celery stick, then another grape. With each mouthful the scent and taste of her sex became stronger until the flavor of her juices overshadowed the taste of everything else. By the time we were done eating my cock was straining at my jeans, and the scent of aroused pussy hung like a cloud around our booth.
"Take me home," she whispered. "If I don't cum soon, I'll go mad." The server gave us a wink as she left the check. The scent hanging about the table told her what had been going on.
Half an hour later, I was fumbling at the lock on our front door. She entered ahead of me and made her way to the living room as I closed and relocked the door. I followed to find her standing in the middle of the room, her clothes a rumpled pile on the floor. I gasped, admiring her in all her naked glory, her breasts firm and full, pale nipples erect, with gold and gems sparkling in her dark bush. I shed my clothes and took her in my arms, kissing her deeply and passionately, her nipples poking into my chest as my cock hardened between us. I knelt before her, putting her beautifully adorned pussy at eye level. I removed the jewelry, wet and sticky as it was, and carefully set it on the coffee table. I paused to admire the mouth watering vision before me. Her pussy was open and wet, pink vulva and the nub of her clit protruding from a tangled damp thatch of dark curls. It had been far too long.
She parted her legs a bit wider and pushed her hips forward. I needed no more encouragement and gave her gorgeous pussy one slow lick, spreading her labia with the tip of my tongue and flicking her hard clit at the top. She shivered as we both moaned in pleasure. I began to tease her with the tip of my tongue, circling slowly around the outside, savoring her delicious flavor. I sighed contentedly as I explored her folds languidly savoring her taste and scent, my tongue tracing a path from her innermost depths to the stiff mound of her clit. She shuddered under my attentions, her breath quickening. Softly she pushed me back to lay on the shag carpet, never letting my head move from between her thighs.
I grinned and continued licking. Our eyes met as she looked down at me, her beautiful face framed by her lovely tits, the thick curls of her bush tickling my nose. She began to move back and forth on my mouth, grinding into my tongue and coating my face with her sweet honey. I was in heaven, pleasuring the sweetest most beautiful pussy in the world, my cock standing straight up and eager. She came quickly and powerfully, gasping and trembling, covering my face with a fragrant sticky film. But neither of us was ready to stop. I had not tasted her sweet pussy in weeks, I was nowhere near ready to stop licking. She stayed right where she was, smiling down at me from between her boobs as I gently tongued her towards another orgasm. She came again within minutes, moaning and gasping as she humped my face leaving me wet and sticky from chin to eyebrows.
She gradually descended from her orgasmic high, dismounted and lay on top of me in a warm embrace, her boobs soft against my chest, my cock trapped between us, and her pussy still dripping onto my thigh. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips, then began to work her way down my body, teasing with her lips and tongue as her hands caressed my skin. By the time she reached my pelvis my eyes were closed, my mouth open, and I was barely conscious of where I was. Her lips touched the tip of my cock, and my hips bucked as I let out a ragged gasp. I panted as she took the head in her mouth and ever so slowly inched her way down my shaft. She loved sucking me as much as I loved licking her and she took her time. I was desperate to cum. One good lick and I would erupt, so she took me all the way inside her mouth and just held me there moving neither her lips nor her tongue. Her soft mouth surrounded me, sending me crazy with pleasure, but she continued to just hold my throbbing cock between her soft lips, and I squirmed beneath her, extending the pleasure for us both. We wanted this to last.
I took a couple of deep breaths and regained a measure of control. She began to work her way back up my shaft, massaging the underside with her tongue, still not daring to move too quickly. When she reached the top she swirled around the head a couple of times, then began to inch her way back down, expertly using her tongue the whole way. I was panting again as she worked her way back up, moaning before she had reached her third pass, but no matter how slow and careful she was I could not stand more than about thirty seconds of this deliciousness.
I pulled her off of me and up into my arms. Our lips met and we held each other close. I pressed her to my body as tightly as I could, overflowing with love and passion. She squeezed me just as hard, her body soft and warm in my arms. We stayed that way for a minute, allowing my breathing to return to normal and my near orgasm to recede.
Eventually I rolled her over on her back and grabbed a couple of throw pillows. The rug was thick and soft, purchased with days like this one in mind. She laid back and spread her legs. Her pink lips prominent among the damp curls. I moved on top of her, and she grabbed my cock, guiding me into her waiting folds. A load groan escaped her lips as I pushed all the way inside her in one smooth thrust. I stayed there for a moment and gazed into the eyes of the woman I loved, my hard cock buried to the hilt in her soft wet pussy.
“Welcome home, darling,” I said and kissed her deeply as I began to move in and out of her. She grunted with each smooth thrust as I pushed deep into her and then pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of my cock inside her, then, pushing back in, slow and deep, until she could grind her clit against me. She cried out when I stopped, balls deep, our hips pressed tight together. We moved against each other, grinding her clit against me as I moved just an inch or so at a time, keeping my hard cock deep inside her tight pussy.
I didn’t last long. We cried out together as I came, buried to the hilt inside her, spasming as her pussy held me tight, pumping waves of hot cum into her eager cunt. I sighed and collapsed on top of her, but she kept squirming against me, pushing up into me as my cock softened inside her.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m so close!” she gasped as she ground into me striving to push herself over the edge. I rolled off her and put my hand between her legs, covering her pussy with my palm. She was wide open and a creamy mess, a mix of our cum leaking out of her. Her bush was damp and sticky, dark ringlets clinging to her soft skin. She arched her back and smiled as I pushed a finger inside her, swirling it around and eliciting another flow of sticky cream.
I went to work on her clit and she moaned and arched her back, pushing her hips up, closing her eyes and tensing her muscles, crying out as her orgasm washed over her. I thrust my fingers back into her wet creamy opening as her clamped her legs shut, trapping my hand in place, fingers deep inside her as her pussy spasmed and clenched.
I held her until she stopped twitching and collapsed into my arms, a contented grin on her face. We lay together, basking in the afterglow, dozing and enjoying the feel of our embrace. Soon she was trailing her hand across my chest, idly tracing the contours of my body, gradually working her way down towards my pelvis. I knew what was coming and sighed as her hand closed around my rapidly hardening cock.
“Time to do this properly,” she said, a lascivious grin on her face as she positioned herself between my legs. I moaned softly as she took me in her mouth. Now that the urgency had abated she could enjoy herself, contentedly licking and sucking on my hard shaft, swirling around the head before plunging down to the base. Her hands tickled and caressed my thighs and balls as her lips and tongue pleasured my cock, making me twitch inside her mouth. She took her time, savoring every moment, taking as much pleasure as she gave, attending to every inch of exposed sensitive flesh.
It wasn’t long before I was bucking and gasping, pushing up into her mouth as she licked for all she was worth, never pausing or letting up until my cock exploded again, pumping out a second load of hot cum. She never let go, keeping me in her mouth the whole time, swallowing every drop. She gently licked me clean as my hardon faded, keeping me in her mouth and softly using her tongue until I lay there, flaccid and spent.
She crawled up into my arms and giggled, her head resting on my chest. We lay together for a moment, gradually returning to earth.
“Do you think we scandalized the neighbors?” she asked, rising up to look at me.
“Probably,” I replied. “But they should be getting used to it by now.”
“I’m hungry. You ate most of my food at the restaurant.” She headed for the kitchen, not bothering with her clothes. Her thighs were still visibly slick, and I watched her ass sway back and forth as she walked away. I followed her, my cock already beginning to stir again. We would go to bed early, probably right after dinner. Then we would sleep in, taking advantage of a lazy morning. Then of course an afternoon nap. We might even dispense with clothes altogether. It was going to be a wonderful weekend.
