What Happened?
It was gone midnight when you came in. I expected you to be late but of course, I waited up in bed for you.
"Well?" I asked eagerly as you came into the bedroom, looking every bit as seductive as when he picked you up a few hours earlier. You just slipped off your black leather boots and let your wrap-over dress fall open, before easing it off your shoulders and onto the floor.
There was no attempt to remove your sheer black tights or lacy black body that you'd bought especially for him, as you eased yourself into our bed and cuddled into me; a nice, child-like cuddle as you laid your head softly onto my chest. "Can I tell you tomorrow?" you softly whispered. "It's been a long and tiring night," you muttered as you instantly fell into a long and well-deserved sleep.
I was aching with desperation to hear all about your first meeting with him but it could wait until the morning. I'd waited so many years for you to give yourself to another man in the way that only I have enjoyed for over twenty years, so another few hours of waiting could do no harm.
It had felt amazing to receive your text at 9 pm, just confirming that you were now alone in his hotel room. I'd wanted to receive another text or two but it wasn't to be. You must have been very busy!
Your breathing was quite heavy as you slept; the kind of breathing that's particular to you when you're really, really tired. You were in such a deep sleep so very quickly.
As I stroked your soft blonde hair, my curiosity kicked in. I began to wonder if he'd stroked your hair tenderly at any time. Perhaps when you were alone for the first time as you kissed passionately. Or maybe he ran his fingers through its full length, as you lay back and took his full length into your insatiable pussy.
Or did he just play teasingly with your hair as you lay tightly together after sharing your first orgasms as a couple? Whenever and however he played with your beautiful hair was important to me I realised.
Yes, I want him to desire my wife. Yes, I want him to please my wife in any way she desires. And yes I want him to enjoy my wife's sexual and sensual lovemaking during their time together. But I also want him to treat her with love, tenderness, and respect.
Playing with my wife's hair, to my mind, was his way of showing these three things. My hand then slipped down across your shoulders and down your spine to your lower back, enjoying the feel of your lacy black body as it made its way there.
Did you massage him? I bet you did. I hope you did. I really hope you did. There are so many times when one of your expert massages had led to the most incredible lovemaking between us and that's a scenario that I know you could easily have led him into.
Maybe he massaged you, but probably not in the way that my hands work their way into every part of your body; every part. I then snuggled into your neck, sniffing the arousing aroma of your perfume; your perfume and your body wash. I can neither smell the unmistakable aroma of sex nor the even the more recognisable aroma of cum, although I feel sure that he will have cum over your tits. How many times had he expressed his graphic desire to see your voluptuous tits covered in his fresh cum?
You were definitely shower fresh. Did you shower before you left I wondered? It would be amazing if you showered together before you left the hotel. Equally, would I be amazed if you didn't share a shower with him, given your addiction to shower sex, and shower fresh cock?
I was quite certain that you wouldn't have taken a shower alone before you left. My hand then starts to gently stroke and caress your bottom, cupping each cheek in turn before my index finger works its way slowly up and down your crack, pressing lightly and teasing the lacy material into the gap between your cheeks.