“Mmm, you smell gorgeous.”
Beth felt a shiver run down her spine as her husband cooed in her ear. The smooth, rich timbre of his voice always made her warm and fuzzy, but all the more so when it happened to be charming her with a compliment. She felt his hands rest on her hips as he pressed his body up behind her. Despite ten years of marriage John still made her feel girlish and giggly with his seductive attentions.
“Hey, baby,” she replied with a smile.
Beth’s hands were submerged in hot soapy water at the sink. She had been too distracted admiring the breathtaking view of the snow-capped mountains from their rented chalet hideaway to notice him tiptoe quietly into the kitchen. As her hubby snuggled up behind her the heat from his body made her glow. She could hear him breathing deeply as he smelled her hair, then sighed when he began placing soft lingering kisses on the side of her neck.
“Is that the honey and apricot body butter I bought you for your birthday?” he asked as he nuzzled her affectionately.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I thought so. You smell good enough to eat.”
She’d worn it knowing the enticing aroma of it on her warm skin would get his blood pumping. His hands roamed her body slowly, starting on her firm bottom before gliding around the front to her abdomen. The simple act of him holding her was stoking her fire. Beth melted back against his chest, sacrificing the amazing winter panorama from the kitchen window of their holiday lodge. With a loving familiarity, John reached around and up, slipping his cold right hand underneath the thick Merino wool jumper she was wearing to cup her bare left breast.
“Someone is feeling frisky,” Beth gasped.
“And why not?” he replied as he squeezed her smooth orb of soft, warm flesh. “You’re as beautiful as the day I married you.”
“Smooth talker.”
Beth chuckled and flicked some bubbles at him over her shoulder. A soft sigh escaped her lips as John’s fingers found her sensitive nipple and pinched it firmly, rolling it between his fingers and thumb. As her head began to swim, his wandering hand slowly migrated south over her stomach until it disappeared under the top of her jeans. He leaned forward pressing his body against her back. The bulge in the front of his pants nuzzled into the crack of her pert little bottom as he began to kiss and nibble on her neck with a slow-growing intensity.
“Where’s Emily?” asked Beth quietly.
“She’s out by the woodshed building a snowman,” John whispered in reply as his fingers traced along the waistband of his wife’s lace panties. Beth craned her neck and could just make out through the frost-covered window their daughter wrapped up in a puffy pink jacket, woolly hat, and gloves. She was enthusiastically piling up loose fluffy snow into a mound. “Don’t worry. She’ll be busy for a while.”
As her husband teased her body Beth felt the folds of her pussy swelling in anticipation of his touch. Her clit began to throb with the thought of him stimulating her sensitive little nub which he did so, so well. She pleaded silently for him to hurry up and touch her down there before she would be forced to slide her own hand down into her knickers. With a quiet hum of delight, she felt his hand delve down. A fuzzy warmth radiated through her body as John’s unhurried fingers caressed the warm skin of her silky smooth mound. Even when they were in bed together John delighted in gliding his fingertips between her thighs, tracing a meandering path between the delicate folds and creases of her womanhood with a sensual feather-touch.
Her painfully tight areola felt every minutiae movement of the wool fabric as it raked across the tips of her nipples and shifted across her torso. Her head dropped forward with a heavy sigh as John confidently cupped her entire pussy, seizing it in the palm of his now warm hand. She loved the feeling of possession as if the act itself was him simply stating ‘this is mine’.
“You know how much I love it when you shave your pussy smooth,” he spoke softly into her ear. “Was this for me?”
“Y-Yes.”
John rolled his palm against her clit which caused Beth to elicit a delightful moan. She found the physical stimulation just as arousing as hearing the whispered words her husband poured in her ear. The heat rising from her blushing cheeks felt hot enough to curl her eyelashes. Beth purred contentedly as her husband continued to roll his hand back and forth over her increasingly well-lubricated pussy.
With her face flushed and cheeks burning, their spirited foreplay was quickly approaching the point of no return. She blindly slapped her hands down into the soapy water of the sink desperately grasping for anything she could trust to support her weight should her knees suddenly give way. Soap-suds splashed everywhere, splattering the front of her clothes and even landing in her hair. Her aching pussy was hotter under her husband’s fingers than the water she had been washing the breakfast pots up in. She felt wild in his embrace, like a force of nature, ready to throw caution to the wind and take what she so desperately needed.
Without warning, Beth spun on her heels to face him causing his hand to slip free of her pants in the process. With her hungry eyes burning into his, she walked him backwards until he crashed into the edge of the large kitchen table in the centre of the room. Their gaze locked as she lowered herself to her knees on the cool wooden floor and unzipped her husband’s pants. She reached in through the opening and wrapped her hand around his already erect cock, pulling it free of its confines. Beth just stared at it, enjoying and appreciating the size and firmness of his shaft as she so often liked to do.
Both his cock and balls were shaved perfectly smooth, a task she had lovingly taken care of for him the night before. Fresh out of the shower he had reclined on the bed as instructed whilst she fetched a towel, a bowl of hot water, and the shaving equipment from the bathroom. John greatly enjoyed the intimacy of allowing his wife to groom him as she wished.
With a flirtatious grin, Beth leaned forward and took him into her hot mouth. She revelled in the act of sucking his cock as much as she knew he loved eating her out. It wasn’t just the way that he looked at her when she was kneeling before him, that handsome smoulder that made her pussy throb, but also how her heightened senses allowed her to savour the aromas and tastes of their oral coupling. Sometimes a blowjob was just a quick treat, a five-minute moment of naughty fun before they had to head out somewhere, but other times it was the precursor to an insatiable, ferocious fucking. The musky, saliva-streaked, salty pre-cum cock-worship always unleashed the primal woman inside her.
Beth savoured every opportunity she got of wrapping her lips around his silky smooth scrotum and sucking his balls, tugging at them gently. She grinned as she released them with a pop and ran her tongue along the length of his stiff cock, lacquering both the top and underside of the shaft. The masculine scent of her husband’s loins never failed to make her wet. Beth leaned forward taking him deep into her throat as she buried her nose against his crotch through his zipper. It drove her wild with lust and only heightened her desire to feel him fill her wanting mouth with his hot cum.
She could already feel his buttocks clenching sporadically as her head bobbed up and down with a metronomic rhythm. Her eyelids fluttered in eager anticipation of her husband’s cum. She craved that moment when he would groan, signifying the beginning of his orgasm. That moment when his cock would start to pulsate between her lips and she would swallow mouthful after mouthful and just keep on sucking until she had drained his balls of every last drop he had to give.
Unfortunately for Beth, John other ideas. His dick released from the vacuum of Beth’s pretty mouth and bobbed in the cool Alpine air as he pulled her up by her arms to stand in front of him. He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans with a focused determination before sliding them down so that the denim pooled around her ankles. His large, strong hands reached behind her body seizing her pert buttocks and lifted her effortlessly off the floor. They turned through one hundred and eighty degrees before he lowered her down, sitting her gently on the rough oak top of the kitchen table.
Their lips pressed against each other in a heated kiss only parting to allow John to lift the woven wool jumper over her head and toss it away. Beth gasped when she felt his hands eagerly seize her heaving breasts. His thumbs expertly teased her hard nipples in a way that made her eyes roll back into her head. He applied the perfect amount of pressure that only hours of intimate experience can perfect. The heat of his mouth as he latched onto the puckered nipple of her right breast felt like it was burning her skin. With a loving gentleness, he suckled her areola as she cradled his head before languidly descending the heavenly valley that ran between her mounds of soft, supple flesh. Beth knew what he wanted and lay down on the rough wooden surface to enjoy what was coming.
The legs of a chair scraped across the floorboards as he pulled it up square and sat down as if to a meal. Without a word, he reached up pealed off his wife’s damp lace panties. She watched as he held them under his nose and inhaled the aroma of her sex before the thin scrap of fabric was discarded. Beth’s cheeks blushed deeper as he placed his hands on her knees and parted her legs wide in front of him to expose her swollen peach which was now flushed a beautiful cherry cerise. She lay fully exposed before him.
It was the way he gazed longingly at her sinfully smooth pink bits which turned her on so much. They had been married for years and John had seen her naked more times than anyone could count, but each time he lay between her thighs a fire burned in his eyes. It was the first spark of a wildfire in potentia that only hard, gasping, sweaty sex could extinguish. She was ready and glowing.
“Beautiful,” he remarked in his deep honeyed voice as he gently stretched the skin either side of her labia, parting her pink-hued feminine folds. In the cool air of the kitchen, Beth could feel the intense heat radiating from her pouting pussy. One long, slow, luxurious lick sent electric sparks tingling through her body. Biting into her lower lip was all she could do to keep from crying out as her husband’s eager tongue went to work between her thighs, raking and swirling deep inside her pussy.
“I’ve been daydreaming about your pussy all morning,” he moaned between eager mouthfuls of her delicate flesh.
“I’ve been daydreaming about you eating my pussy all morning,” sighed Beth with her eyes closed.
He French kissed her swollen folds over and over, making love to her with his mouth. Beth liked to joke that he had mastered the art over many years of diligent tutelage and whilst it was true that he had spent endless hours between her legs, from the first time he had ever gone down on her it was as if he instinctually knew how to please her and what would drive her wild. When he’d treated her puffy labia to a delectable sucking, John moved onto her clit. Beth’s little nub was so sensitive it barely took any stimulation before she was ready to come. With his fingertips, he nimbly pulled back the hood of skin to expose her tiny, throbbing pleasure button and clamped his moist lips around it. As he sucked, swirling his tongue around the sensitive little nub, she couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy.