Home coming - English sex story

[katyt]

A few months ago, I went on an overseas business trip that lasted a week. This trip was part of an annual routine, and I usually made sure to call my wife, Natalie, when I arrived at the hotel. We would then stay in touch through text messages for the rest of the day. Given the time zone difference and my busy meeting schedule, texting was the most practical way to communicate.
On the third day of the trip, during a break between meetings, I checked my phone and saw a message from Natalie: “Had an erotic dream last night. Woke up feeling excited. Had to take care of myself.”
The message immediately turned me on, even though I knew it was totally inappropriate given the circumstances.
I texted her back: “You got me all worked up. Want to tell me more?”
There was a pause before she replied: “I can't talk right now. I'm at my sister's!”
That was the end of it for the day. However, my mind kept drifting to the image of my wife and the fantasy she’d shared. The rest of the day was almost a blur as I struggled to focus on work, and sleep that night felt nearly impossible.
Not surprisingly when I got home a few days later I was looking forward to a bit of visual entertainment. Delighted as I was to see the children, I must confess I could hardly wait for them to go to bed so that finally we could settle too. I had a quick shower and by the time I returned from the bathroom my wife was already in bed.
“So,” I said to Natalie as she lay there smiling, “you were a naughty girl while I was away!”
“Well,” she sighed, “I must confess I resorted to some practices that I mostly engaged in before we were together. And very occasionally when you are away.”
“Mrs. K,” I said frowning, “this behavior is completely unacceptable from a married mother of two. And a Catholic one at that! Didn’t Father Benedict warn you about the dangers of lustful thoughts?”
“Oh, husband,” Natalie fluttered her eyelashes, “I do feel rather guilty. Will you forgive me?”
“Hmm, I”m not sure,” I weighed my options, “That depends. But I think the first step towards that would be a thorough, detailed description of what happened. You must also show me exactly what you did. Only a full admission will do.”
“Well”, she said, “I just woke up in the middle of the night to a dream that I was heavily pregnant and you were making love to me. I was on all fours, with my bottom up in the air, leaning against the sofa and you were behind me, moving inside me really slowly. I just got more and more turned on without actually being able to come and then suddenly I woke up all panting. I was so wet I had actually leaked onto the bed. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t. Then my hand started wondering and I started playing with my nipples, like this.” She pulled her nightie up, pinched them gently between her fingers and I saw them getting erect. “Then my hands wondered down like this”- she showed me. Then she went all quiet and spread her legs. She pulled her lips apart and I could see she was already wet with excitement. She started rubbing her clitoris, with her finger dipping inside her vagina from time to time. Then she stopped for a second and opened her eyes. She looking at my bulging pants and sighed, “Ah, that’s the punishment you’ve got for me. I will be shot.”
“Oh you look beautiful”, I groaned, dropping my pants to the ankle, and started stroking my penis, “I hope you don”t mind me doing this.”
She didn’t say anything, just looked at me dreamily and then closed her eyes again. The she turned her body towards me so that I could see her wide open pussy lips. She parted them with her fingers as if offering me the hole. Then gradually her breathing got deeper and deeper and she let out a little moan of “oh yes, yes, yes”. What surprised me was her voice, which became almost girlish, I had never heard her like that. Her body curled up and she opened her eyes again. She looked at my penis and let out a little cry: “oh, come, please come!”. The expression on her face was too much to look at and I was unable to held back any longer. I came and shot four or five thick ropes of sperm over her body. It went everywhere, on her thighs, hands, belly and boobs.
I collapsed next to her on the bed and for a few minutes we were just lying there cuddling. I could feel the squidgy feeling of semen in between us as it was trickling down onto the bed. We lay there for a while panting and looking at each other. Finally she started giggling.
“Am I forgiven now? I think I’ve made a full confession.”
“I should think so,”, I smiled, “Although now I feel a bit silly. I mean, I’m sorry about squirting all over you.”
“Oh, don’t!” her eyes opened up wide with surprise, “it was sweet! The way you were looking at me… Just watching you gave me an orgasm. But it’s funny, the hangups we have sometimes,” she said leaning on her elbow and looking at me bemused, “I thought my pussy was smelly until you stuck your tongue in my vagina one day and told me that was the nicest thing you have ever tasted. And I really don’t mind your baby making juices. Look… ” she said, dipped her finger into a blob of semen on her chest, then she put it on the tip of my nose and kissed me there.