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Click hereWatching my wife walk up to me, not in a rush, but with focus, intent and with one goal. I could see it in her eyes, pure lust. She climbed onto my lap, sitting on me and grabbed my collar, pulling me to her, she did not whisper. "I need my husband to fuck me"
AT HOME
Our front door slammed open, our bodies entangled, our mouths devouring each other as our tongues explored. Zoe's arms were thrown over my shoulders, wrapped around me from the moment we exited the cab. She hunted for my belt buckle, her mouth never to leave mine. As I helped and undid the last of my buckle, she pulled at her French underwear that was now soaked completely, peeling it away from her legs.
Pushing her back against the wall, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I guided my tip to her entrance, she knew the feeling, a mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn't care, she had no time for careful. As her mouth continued its seductive barrage on mine, the taste of her sexy lips mixed with alcohol as she whispered through kisses hurriedly, "fuck me j.." I thrusted myself hard, fast and deep before she could finish her sentence.
The painful and overwhelming feeling of pleasure causing her to release her grip from around my neck, her head leaned back against the wall as she cried out in pure fucking sexual delight. She took her time to feel it. Her eyes then locking back on mine. Her hands reached out grabbing my jaw as she leaned in for a deeper kiss.
My thrusts moving back and forth as she moaned over and over on my mouth, I could feel it. A familiar feeling, her body was starting the tremble. Starting from her lower legs followed by her hips. It wasn't just a climax coming.
Her moans began to stutter as she quivered, I fucking revelled in making her body lose control, so I did not slow my pace. My thrusts were longer and harder, she broke the kiss, her mouth rested on my shoulder as she bit down on my skin, the long gush of her sex juice squirted like rain, over me. Her body shaking ferociously. As she rode out her climax, her body shook as I gently laid her on the ground and then laying beside her. Her breathes long, as she tried to regain her composure.
As time went by, we laid on the floor together looking at the ceiling. "That was fucking amazing babe" she said. Turning her head to me, she smiled. "Lay right there, my mouth is dying to take care of you." She said while picking herself up onto her knees. I looked at her gorgeous face, her luscious lips, lips that weren't just perfect for kissing. As she lowered her head, it was my turn.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous4 months agoI would give the author some time..Your writing is very sensual and the couple obviously care deeply for each other. I find that to be important in the LW category. My wife and I have an excellent marriage and I’ve always forgiven her when she returns to me. And I actually find the act of forgiving her to be very hot. Thanks for a wonderful story and I hope you write more soon..
JT
JZ_Couple4 months agoAuthorThere is a side to Zoe and I that has not been written and that is the love we have beyond the “erotica” something that will unfold slowly over the series. However as the title suggests it’s about the desires.
We are not in love because of our perfect bodies, that is something that is of a sexual desire and that is human. There is 101+ things we love about each that is over years of being together and you cannot write into a single story. Again I appreciate constructive feedback but the purpose of the story was to express desires.
For the others, the people who hide behind “anonymous” calling other people wimps lol, the ones who do not like sharing wife style stories and use it to leave insulting comments, I’ll just delete them. I’m secure in what I got. You don’t phase me, but if a story like this does phase you, maybe don’t read it since it clearly states what it is in the description.
Lifestyle664 months agoFor both this and the first story, I agree with one other comment that you switch between first and third person POV.
You tend to use a lot of descriptive words, but it's distracting to read her lips "wrapped around" yours. (I'm trying to think about the physical way that works.) Re-read and think about those descriptions, which seem to try expressing a writing style from a romance novel.
And I once had an editor critique one of my story when I said things like "My hands did this..." The critique was how the hands must have become disembodied and animated with a brain of their own. So, it takes a different wording to describe such an out-of-body description.
One final point is when you described the husband as Black, the wife is White, and she's avoiding the White guys on the dance floor, you made the story very much an Inter-racial story. Race doesn't need to be a part of erotic stories and can be more subtly introduced as just a descriptor. But when you specifically state she's avoiding the White guys, you make it about racism.
But I'll give the story a 4 for encouragement.
WifeOfJay4 months agoYour writing, takes me back to those moments, every time. How you drink in, every detail I share with you. How you know me like no other. The slow sensual buildup you describe to the smallest details. I can't wait to read what happened next, in your own words.
