Hey all....
Harry - no doom and gloom here - just busy.
Sue did not get home until well after 11pm on Friday night and I admit that by the time she did get home, that my brain working overtime had gotten me quite horny.
I will have to have the presence of mind to somehow take a picture of her when she comes in after being out (though without showing her face, not sure it'd have the same meaning) - when she came in there was no doubt from the look on her face what she'd been doing. It's not that she looks younger - but she has this glow about her and this totally relaxed look to her - the nearest I can relate it to is to how she (or anyone for that matter) looks after getting an intensely good massage. As though all the stress has been squeezed out of her. And if I wasn't horny already, that look on her and knowing why, did the rest.
I won't quite say it was awkward but as we kissed and I hugged her I was torn between feeling hornier and hornier and the knowledge that she wasn't going to have sex with me. I will say that I did want it. It was so many things. She'd changed - it took me a minute to even realize that - but on top of that it was from how she felt - even how she smelled.
I joked with her that I wondered if she was coming home at all and she giggled back that she was tempted when she'd swapped text messages with our daughter earlier but she said she also knew that she'd have some explaining to do if she were to come home too late on Saturday and she giggled and said "next week, however.....". I was actually too busy looking at and hugging her to really register what she'd said. She kissed me again and said she was tired and that if it was okay with me, that she wanted to head up to bed soon. We talked idly about our how our days had been - it was only after a few minutes that I realized that our conversation was unnecessarily subdued with us having the house to ourselves we could talk openly anywhere - but for whatever reason we didn't - we kept it to just the usual as we ate a bit and then cleaned up.
In the bedroom she looked at me and smiled as she began to get undressed. She pulled her top over her head and as I looked at her in just her jeans and bra and it so reminded me of an early picture I'd posted of her from a few years back. I think she took her time getting changed as she seemed to linger in just the bra and jeans for longer than necessary. She giggled at me and said "you can see this part" as she took off her bra. Her breasts looked beautiful with her nipples still looking swollen from what I imagined was earlier activity. She saw me staring intently and she continued "you can see this part too" and she undid her jeans and slid them off revealing just her pink panties - she looked up and smiled broadly that I was just staring at her like that. I think she saw the rising tent in my boxers as her eyes glanced downward and then back up and she smiled even more and even giggled a little bit.
Before I could say anything really she came up to me in just her panties, kissed me and said she'd be back - and she went into the bathroom. I heard some commotion in there and then a few minutes later I heard the faucet running and finally she came out and said she was ready for bed. She stood next to the bed and said "say goodbye" as she pulled her night-shirt over her head. It was my turn in the bathroom next and after I peed and washed and brushed my teeth I thought that I'd not heard her flush the toilet which got me curious. I peeked in the hamper and there was nothing new there but then I saw in the trash a small plastic bag thing and as I picked it up I realized what it was and damn if my cock didn't grow hard as I picked it up. Inside it was a period-pad folded over. I knew what I'd find but I had to look anyway and sure enough, the center of the pad was very wet and a second later the odor confirmed what I'd thought.
I had a raging hardon by now and when I went back out to the bedroom Sue was lying in bed with the TV on and as I lay down next to her she rolled over and told me a little about her night and "how wonderful" Robert was. How they had dinner out first and she glowed that it almost felt like a date. I think she knew she was going to tease me by dragging it out.
As she continued to tell me she also said how she loved that we'd talked so openly the other night and that she knew it wasn't easy for me to admit to what I did. She held my hand and said that she really liked knowing what I was thinking and that hearing it honestly from me both that night and again on Thursday night, that she'd felt much more aware of what she'd been doing when she was with Robert and how she liked knowing that it was because it was what she wanted to do. She said that when they got back to his place - that's when things started to happen. She rolled towards me in bed and asked if I was horny. I was a little sheepish to answer her until she said "it's okay if you are honey - I like that you are" and a second later she said "if you want to take care of yourself while I tell you more, I'd like that".
How could I say no - especially when she said that she'd like it if I did. So a moment later I slid my boxers off and lay there stroking my cock. She got up on one elbow and told me how horny it makes her when she watches me masturbate and with that she continued telling me about her night. I can't remember every single detail she shared as I was kind of getting into jerking off and was letting my mind go from thought to thought as she talked. I loved hearing her tell me how he undressed her and how horny she felt. She said that with each piece of clothing he took off her "I felt like I moved from being your wife to being his lover" until she said how, when he knelt between her legs and she raised her butt off his bed - that as he took her panties off, she said all she could focus on and feel was just how horny she was.
She told me how he likes for her to lie naked on his bed - legs spread "so he can see everything as he gets undressed". She said that she could feel herself getting wet and turned on as he stood at the foot of the bed and took his clothes off - and how, by the time he stepped out of his boxers - that she said "I was ready for anything".
I stroked my cock more and more as she started to tell me more. She commented how she hadn't told me all that much about their time together but now after hearing all we talked about openly - that she wanted to share more with me. She told me how she loves feeling his hands on her body and how his tongue and mouth follow where his hands go. From her mouth, face and neck - she told me how he moved down her body and I swear I felt the first spasms of my impending orgasm when she told me how she's no longer embarassed by how wet her pussy is when he starts to lick her.
I think she knew that maybe she was being too graphic with me - she giggled that "I want you to last for a little while longer" at one point and she seemed to change how descriptive she was about her night. And within the next few minutes she told me how he went from licking to mounting her and how she "couldn't wait to feel him" in her pussy. She told me how she watched him as he pushed into her and even giggled at how she always wonders how it fits in her and that he looks so big to her. But apparently he fits just fine because when she began to tell me how they fucked - there was no doubt that she was taking him with no problem. She told me how they changed positions and how she came first when she was on top but how "he waited until I was done" before he rolled her onto her back.
My hand was almost a blur as she told me how she felt being so full from his cock and how she could feel him so deep in her. "Baby, he makes me cum so much when I know he's near" was how she described how she knew him so well. She told me how she could tell he was close and how "I love opening myself up for him when he's ready" - and I knew just what she meant, on he back she can sometimes reach under her and almost pull her pussy further open at times. But it was when she described feeling him cum in her that I too let loose. She seemed to linger on telling me how she could feel him in her, how hot he felt as he came in her - but mostly she seemed to convey how as she could feel him cumming, that it pushed her to orgasm and how she felt it all being so wet and open as they both ground against each other.