I am a perpetually horny woman and today is no exception. I awake this morning to find my pussy tingling and there is no one here to satisfy my cravings. It is not my fault; I am horny by birthright.
I knew it was one of those days that I knew was going to be a long day when I got up. I am feeling sexy after a weekend getaway with my wife Rachel. Rachel is a long-legged brunette with a killer body and is three years my junior. Her libido matches mine so we often enjoy the pleasures of the flesh as often as we can. We started out as roommates then dating and I was always lusting for her nubile body. I was her first female lover but certainly not her last. After dating and sharing a home together I asked her to be my wife. Now we share a cozy home together, among other things.
I am leaning against the steamy glass wall of the shower as I lovingly caress my breasts. I slowly ease one hand down to my freshly smooth vulva, which is courtesy of Rachel and her obsession to keep my pussy hairless. I feel my fingers gliding over my smooth supple mound, instinctively I spread my legs a bit and fondle my swelling labia. Now I am pushing two of my fingers into my warm, wet twat. Leaning my head back on the steamy, glass wall, I close my eyes, as I finger my tight hole. I feel the needles of hot water stinging my body as my finger delivers titillating pleasure to my pussy.
I stand there, momentarily in a state of euphoric limbo. I am envisioning Rachel’s hands gripping my hips, and nestling her virtuous face between my silky thighs, with her tongue dancing in my slit. God it is wonderful, and I can feel my body shuddering!
The relief I so desperately desire from my morning fantasy is evading me so turning off the shower and I stand in front of the bedroom mirror letting the cool air kiss my nude body. I paw through my lingerie drawer and I select a lacy red bra with matching red panties to wear today. I know that Rachel loves to see me in red lingerie. I tuck the girls in place and my 34Cs threaten to spill out of the small, lacy cups. The dark circle of my areolas that lie under the red lace of my bra is peeking out from the lace brocade and serves as a nice sensual touch to my deepening arousal this morning. Stepping into the skimpy, red, lace panties which fit perfectly over the rise of my mons, I ease on a pair of smoky holdup stockings with lace tops, and I slip my feet into my favorite pair of three-inch black heels. I feel the muscles in my butt tighten. Now viewing my body draped in red lace and smoky black stockings I decide I look like a decadent slut as I strike a pose or two. I step into a black midi skirt, zipping it up. It is a perfect fit for the contour of my sculpted butt. I don a pale, pink top that drapes over my breasts and the hem of the top just barely covering the waistline of the black skirt. I am ready for work.
The day is never-ending and yet somewhere during the day I manage to send a very explicit text to Rachel hinting, no telling, her how I want to ravish her when I get home. That was a mistake! For the remainder of the day, I receive several texts from her detailing what she is going to do to me to satisfy my desires. At one point Rachel sent three of my favorite panty-wetting pictures, a picture of her in various stages of undress. By quitting time, I am a hot mess. My labia are swollen beyond belief and my pussy is on fire, my nipples ache and are standing tall from rubbing on the lace of my bra. I wanted my pussy licked! Driving home as quickly as traffic would permit; I am filled with the hope that Rachel is home, and she is as horny as I am at this very moment.
Arriving home, I quickly see Rachel sitting on the porch swing, her long leg bent as she sits on her foot. A halter top clings to her breasts dripping from her 36D boobs. Her pink nipples are exquisitely hard, and her large, irregular shaped, dark areolas are obvious to anyone who would look at her. She stands as I exit my truck. As I walk towards her; I can see the glint of a gold waist chain that is riding around her waist just above the black waistband of her shiny, black thong that hugs her ripe pussy. The tan, apple bottom cheeks of Rachel’s firm ass are peeking out from under the hem of her halter top and when she raises her arms to embrace me her sweet ass is exposed even more. I feel a chill run down my back. Despite all the times I have seen Rachel naked, all the times we have made love, the sight still invokes my desire to want her, and she knows this. Rachel is always teasing me with her scrumptious body.
I give her a quick embrace, a quick kiss, and a playful squeeze of her firm ass cheek which makes Rachel whisper in my ear.
“My Sue aren’t you a naughty, horny, slut today,” she says as her hand playful rubs my ass cheek.
I am backed up to the door as Rachel presses her body to mine, the door jamb in my back, and Rachel runs her hands over my aroused breasts as she kisses my neck and my ears. I can feel Rachel’s hands traveling up and down my body, gliding over each curve. Her right hand twirls my blonde hair between her fingers. Our lips meet in a fiery, passionate embrace. Rachel’s hands drop down to my hips, her soft yet strong hands gently cupping my luscious ass. I can feel a warm throbbing in my midriff bursting into life and growing more intense from her caresses.
“We need to take this inside,” I mutter which is more of a sultry moan.
We are almost to the bedroom when I press Rachel against the wall and kiss her full on the mouth forcing my tongue into her warm wet mouth which she greedily takes. Slipping my hands under her halter top and over the gold waist chain I push her top up exposing her ripe breasts. Ravenously I bury my face between her supple breasts, I begin kissing the valley of her boobs and tasting her sweat. I kiss her breasts then pinching one nipple and then the other. Rachel responds by thrusting her satin-covered mound and grinding it into my crotch. I give up another sultry moan. I feel her body on mine and I tremble a bit.
Her nimble fingers undo the zipper on my skirt, easing the zipper down and then pushes the skirt down until it slides down my legs to the floor. I am now standing there in my pink top, the smoky stockings, my red lace panties, which have passed the point of being moist and border on being sopping wet. Rachel now leads me to our bed to fulfill her promise of satisfying my lustful desires.
Rachel roughly pushes me onto the bed, yanks my pink top from me, revealing my red lacy bra underneath. Our lips lock together, bodies against each other, when the intimate kiss breaks. I can feel her breath on my neck as she kisses my ear, her soft breasts brushing my chest she whispers docility in my ear.
"Shh, don't move, don't make a sound."
I hear her. Her raspy, dominating voice and I feel my pussy tingling.
I emit a long, excited sigh and then groan in response of her divesting me of my clothes. A huge smile now spreads across her face. Her delicate hand is now tracing a line from my shoulder down my spine, until she can manipulate the clasp on my bra with her nimble fingers. My bra no longer serves a function and Rachel tosses it to the side.
With the red bra stripped from my body, the cold air quickly firms up my aching nipples to hard brown peaks. Rachel’s lips greet them, and her red lips leave a trace of Sunset Red lip gloss on my nipples. My nipples are so fricking unyielding and seem to grow firmer almost to the point of pain and yet, I love every kiss, every little love bite that Rachel gives them. Rachel draws a stiff nipple into her hot, wet mouth and licks my nipple with her rigid tongue while securing it with her teeth. I can feel a warmth in my midriff, and the heat is now radiating down to my toes, making me want to curl them. I can feel my pussy dripping, I am so frigging wet, and I smell my fragrant nectar at the confluence of my thighs and my sloppy cunt. The scent of my sex is pervasive and now her warm mouth sucks my hard nipples. A pant escapes my lips, my back arches slightly making my pussy ache even more. I lust for her mouth on my slit.