I come back from the café with coffees, tiptoeing into the bedroom.

I place them quietly on the bedside table and stand still, watching you sleep. I can only see the top of your hair and hear a little snort now and then.

It makes me smile.

I sit softly on the bed, but my weight causes you to move, and you stir.

The aroma of coffee has filled the room, and you stretch awake, the covers slipping down revealing your beautiful smile, and sparkling eyes.

I lean down and kiss your cheek lightly, stroking your hair from your face.

“Mmmm, what time is it, babe?”

“It’s twenty past nine, honey.”

“Hell!”

You hurry to get up but I still you with my hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright Julie, I’ve called in sick, for us both.”

You start to protest, but I continue, “They’ll handle it without you, honey. You stayed up late and need some rest, baby, plus they owe you, big time.”

You flop back down onto the pillow, concerned for work, but knowing you won’t win this argument.

I stand and move around the bed, stripping naked and sliding in beside you, snuggling into your back,

My left arm slips beneath your pillow, and my right hand nestles between your soft breasts. I kiss your bare shoulder and we drift off to sleep.

10:45.

We wake.

The coffee has gone cold.

You turn in my arms and I kiss you. Little butterfly kisses all over your pretty face. You smile and my heart melts, you’re so gorgeous. Our legs entwine as we move against each other, my body tingles as we caress, your breasts squashed against my chest, and I feel your hand snake down to my wakening penis. You hold me in your hand and stroke me to hardness.

“So, my sexy man, what do suggest we do all day?” You stare provocatively into my eyes, your hand twisting slowly up and down my hard length.

I grin mischievously, joking. “Wellll, we could go shopping...”

“Just what I was thinking!” you squeal and fling the covers off, jumping up out of bed.

I chase you into the bathroom, grabbing your hips as you try to shake me off, giggling like a school girl, then you turn and take me in your arms.

“Hoonnneeeyyy, I really would love to go shopping today.” You pout and look at me pleadingly, knowing I can’t resist you.

I actually love shopping with you. I love walking hand in hand, proudly showing the world that you’re my girl, and I’m looking forward to spending the day together.

We step into the shower.

The warm water cascades over us, as we lovingly soap each other, our slippery hands touching each other all over, spending longer than necessary for mere cleansing. Me soaping your nipples, down your belly, between your legs, your slippery fingers cradle my sac, then stroke my hard cock.

We caress and tease each other, kissing wet and deep, the water running down our faces, into our mouths as our tongues search each other, our arousal rising rapidly. I push a finger inside you and you part your legs, inviting me, your knees weakening, your breath coming in gasps as I slip a second, then a third finger up inside you. Our mouths lock together hard, your fingers squeeze my shaft, pulling the tight skin up and down over the bulging veins.

I lower my head to your magnificent breasts, kissing them all over, deliberately avoiding your hard nipples. I kiss and lick underneath your right breast, my fingers rhythmically sliding in and out of your wet pussy. You move around, trying to get your nipple to my lips, but I resist, kissing and biting your soft flesh, all over and under your breasts, then I circle my tongue around the areola of your right, my fingers spread inside you, touching your swelling walls everywhere.

You raise your left breast toward my mouth.

You need to cum and I know your left nipple is the key.

I slide my left arm under your right armpit and around your back, supporting you as your climax builds.

My fingers thrust in and out of your hot cunt and I suck your left breast into my open mouth.

My tongue flicks your hard nipple, then I bite and tug at it with my teeth.

My thumb finds your clit and you moan loudly, your orgasm coming fast.

I keep sucking hard, fingering forcefully, I hold you as you start to quake violently. You cum so hard, your legs wobble and I keep fingering and sucking.

You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm lasts for almost a full minute, then you go limp in my arms.

I slide my fingers slowly out.

You whimper.

I suck my fingers clean.

The water flows over us.

You open your eyes, glazed over and vacant.

I love you so much, I love making you cum. I know we don’t have time for fucking now, as much as I want too, but it’s okay. The fact that I’ve satisfied you satisfies me, for the time being. I kiss your lips tenderly as your breathing starts to return to normal.

You slowly regain your strength and I turn the taps off.

“Your turn later, baby,” you whisper.

12 noon.

I’ve thrown on a comfortable pair of jeans, tan shoes, polo shirt and a chocolate brown jumper.

You descend the stairs to the living room, and I beam with pride and joy. Every time I see you it’s like seeing you for the first time. Your expertly applied makeup highlights your eyes and perfect lips. You have on a knee length woollen skirt, mid calf length low heeled boots, and a warm jacket over your blouse.

You walk toward me and notice I have the cricket on the telly.

You roll your eyes and groan. “Are you still coming shopping, Danny?”

I stand and point the remote at the big screen. “You betcha, sexy!”

We walk to the door, and I pat your gorgeous arse as you walk through ahead of me, I’m still feeling so horny from the shower.

On the trip to the shopping centre, your hand rests naturally on my thigh as I drive, the warmth of your touch always makes me tingle. We chat about this and that, then I raise the subject of Christmas presents. I ask you what you would like, even though I already have yours wrapped and under the tree.

I don’t think you’ve spotted them among the other gifts, and I’m trying to make you think I haven’t got yours yet.

You mention things you need, stuff for the house, the kitchen, pot plants, and I try to hide my disappointment. Nothing you have mentioned is in either of the boxes I wrapped, and I wonder if you will like them at all.

I hate buying you things for the house at Christmas time.

Oh well, too late now, I’ll just have to hope for the best.

I park under cover, and we take the escalator to the shopping centre. My hand finds yours and we stroll around, looking in windows, admiring jewellery and holiday destinations beyond our budget.

You steer us to a clothing store, where you hold up different garments against you, asking my opinion.

A few things appeal to you and I carry them for you as you browse around.

In the underwear section, you grab an armful of bras and panties and head for the fitting rooms.

“Honey, I don’t want to stay here loitering in the women’s underwear section alone. I’ll go for a coffee in the food hall and you can meet me there when you’re done, okay?”

“Okay, sweetheart, just take those and leave them at the checkout for me.”

You kiss my cheek and I turn to leave.

1.35.

I order my coffee and pay, finding an empty table near the café entrance, and watch the shoppers go by. The café is quite busy and a girl finally brings my coffee after quite a wait.

I look at it, then at her.

“Something wrong, Sir?”

“Umm… no, it’s all good, thank you.” 

I look at the cappuccino. I always have a flat white, and it dawns on me that I absently ordered yours instead of mine.

I giggle to myself, and take a sip.

Too hot!

I put the cup down and scroll through my phone messages.

All work related, they can wait till tomorrow.

I put the phone down on the table and stare into space, thinking you shouldn’t be much longer and wondering what we’ll have for lunch.

I touch the handle of the cup, about to lift it, when, “PING”, the message tone on my phone.

It’s a one word text – PURPLE?

I open the message and there is your pic, in the fitting room, wearing a sexy purple matched set.

I smile openly as I look at your sexy body, adorned with purple.

I reply, texting you how gorgeous you look, and can’t wait to undress you, then ask if you want me to order lunch.

I press send, and sit back in the chair, feeling good about life, how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, sexy woman, and just being generally happy.

I pick up my coffee, almost to my lips.

“PING”.

I put the cup down and see the one word message – RED?

I look around, making sure no one is near, then open the message. Oh, my God. Red cup bra, your wondrous boobs spilling out, and a pretty lace V between your legs. You eyes are looking straight at me seductively.

I start to reply…

“PING” – BLACK?

I shift in my chair, my loins start to tingle. I look carefully around, open the pic.

Oh my! Lacy black quarter cup, your nipples exposed and hard, and boy leg lacy knickers.

My heart starts to race.

I feel like people are looking at me. No, that’s silly, but I wriggle to get comfortable, my erection is growing and my face is flushed.

I close the message and pick up my coffee.

“PING” – SHEER?

Some froth blows off my coffee as I splutter and cough, almost dropping the cup. I try to calmly place the cup on the saucer, my hands are shaking.

Oh sweet Jesus, You might as well be naked. Fishnet one-piece!

I almost drop my phone and the waitress gives me a look as she glides by.

“PING” “PING” PING” “PING” like a volley of shots!

I frantically try to change the phone setting to silent. Deep breaths. No one is looking Danny. It’s all good.

RED? PINK? BLUE? GREEN? 

The messages are coming too fast for me to open them, people start to look. The phone finally falls silent.

It vibrates on the table – BLACK!

I look around, certain my actions are attracting more attention.

I open the message.

Your wonderful bum fills the little screen, tight black shiny satin briefs stretched across you like they’ve been painted on.

I gasp audibly.

The barista looks over.

I stand kind of numbly, slipping my phone into my pocket. My body won’t work properly, my brain is mush, blood flow has gone south.

I need fresh air.

I’m giddy with lust, and my mind is spinning with so many thoughts. Has anyone seen the pics as they passed my table? Can I walk straight? Another coffee I haven't had today!

How can she be changing her underwear so fast?

I can feel my erection laying against my leg, anyone can see the outline under my jeans. I wish I’d worn undies. I can feel the stickiness of excitement on my thigh.

I stand and wipe my brow with the back of my hand, bumping the small tabIe, causing the coffee to slosh into the saucer.

Everyone is staring, probably think I’m having a heart attack!

I leave the café as calmly as I can, and spot you across the way, leaning against the railing, your shopping bags at your feet, with a cheeky look on your face, your phone still hot in your hand.

The penny drops!

You’ve been there the whole time, watching me as you sent the messages.

You walk the few paces toward me at the café entrance.

I can’t stop smiling.

You slide your arms up around my neck, kissing me deeply on my mouth, then you whisper in my ear, “Let’s go home and fuck.”

We walk over to your bags arm in arm. I pick them all up and we head for the car park. I look back over my shoulder and the barista is staring, open mouthed. His look is priceless, complete envy. He so wants to be me right now!

I look down into your sparkling eyes as we walk, so much in love.

My hand slides down, planting firmly on your wonderful butt. You don’t move my hand away.

3:25.

We haven’t eaten all day, but I only hunger for one thing – YOU!

I’m sitting on the couch, in front of the telly, with strict instructions from you:

1. Get naked

2. Do NOT put the cricket on!

3. Try not to touch yourself

As if I would watch the cricket, I’m about to get my own personal burlesque show, by the sexiest girl in town.

I’m still semi hard, it’s been like a full day of foreplay.

I absent mindedly ring the base of my cock with thumb and forefinger, thinking of you about to appear, modelling your new lingerie for me, my excitement builds as I squeeze up towards the head, and a crystal clear drop of pre cum appears.

I catch it on my finger and lick it off.

I hear the music before I see you, a bold brass intro blasts from the speakers, then Joe Cocker’s gravelly voice – “Baby take off your coat…”

I turn to my right, you’re backlit in the doorway, just like the movie 9 1/2 Weeks.

I can see straight through the sheer white slip, and your braless nipples are poking through the fabric like beacons.

My cock begins to stiffen.

Fuck! You look so sensual as you dance for me. Twisting and gyrating, much better than the movie. You dance over to me and move between my knees, leaning forward you gently take my glasses off. I can see right down your cleavage and my lust for you is rising.

You dance away and put my glasses on the coffee table, bending over, facing away and your slip rides up over your stocking tops, as you wiggle your bum, pulling a chair in position in front of me.

You sit facing me and raise your left leg, slowly peeling the stocking down. My hand travels instinctively to my erection and you waggle your finger and shake your head, no.

I put my hands on my thighs, my fingers dig into my flesh as I try to restrain myself.

The stocking comes off and you toss it at me, landing on my shoulder, it’s still warm and I turn my head and inhale your perfume.

I wonder how long I can take this as you peel off the other stocking seductively, in time with the music.

My cock is standing straight up and pre cum has oozed out, starting to dribble from the eye and run down the head.

You stand and gyrate closer to me, I can see that you have no panties on and I groan in beautiful agony as you raise and lower the hemline, dancing and turning, allowing me delicious flashes of your arse and pussy.

You move behind the chair and drag it across the room out of the way, then get down on all fours and crawl, catlike, toward me. Your eyes never leave mine, which are as wide as saucers, watching your pendulous breasts as they swing in time with your movements, magnificent big soft orbs, jiggling under the white satin slip.

You lick your lips as you reach me, gliding your hands up my thighs, then dragging your nails back along my legs, moving forward towards your goal, I feel your breasts heavy on my thighs as your tongue snakes out from your mouth and licks the pre cum from my swollen cockhead.

I raise my hips and you don’t disappoint me as you open your sweet lips and engulf my cock, taking me all the way in.

Your hot wet mouth is heaven on my aching shaft, I’ve needed relief all day, and now you’re giving it to me.

Your head bobs rhythmically up and down, wetly sucking me, I slump back in the couch close my eyes and slowly rock my hips, fucking your hot mouth as you blow me.

Your teeth nip and bite me lightly, oh my God, you are so good at sucking my cock, I never want this to end!

Suddenly I feel cool air where it was warm and wet just a second ago, I open my eyes and you have stood back up and started dancing again. The song is nearing it’s end and you turn away from me and bend at the waist, your hands touch your ankles and begin the long slide upwards, along the insides of your calves, then to your thighs, and finally around to your hips, where you raise your slip over your lovely arse, revealing your puffy pink pussy, already glistening wet as you part the folds with your fingers, showing me inside you.

You slowly stand, raising the slip up and over your head, dropping it casually to the floor, and stand naked before me, pouting that sexy way you do, placing your finger tip between your lips.

Then you raise your left breast to your mouth and suck your nipple, you do the same to your right and the hard buds stiffen proudly. You pinch and squeeze your nipples hard as you look me in the eye, pinching harder than I ever have, sending me a message that they won’t break, and you like it a bit rough sometimes.

Your right hand travels down over your tummy and slides between your thighs as you tug at your left nipple, you push two fingers up inside yourself and start to finger forcefully. Your show is finally too much for me to merely watch and I stand and walk toward you, my throbbing cock bouncing, leading the way.

I reach you and you breathe heavily into my ear as I take you in my arms.

“What took you so long, lover?”

I slide you down onto the floor, rampant with desire, I part your legs roughly with my knees and my cock finds its mark, sliding easily inside your slick hot cunt with one long movement.

You gasp loudly and open your legs wider, meeting my thrusts with your own, our pelvises hard against each other as we grind madly together. Your arms wrap around my back and you lock your ankles around my bum, pulling me into you with every down stoke, urging me to fuck you harder, faster, your cries of ecstasy fill the room as we fuck together, my cock so big and hard after a whole day of teasing. Your eyes open and close, your head flails from side to side as I fuck you like never before, pistoning in and out like a machine.

I move to take my weight onto my elbows for fear of hurting you and you squeeze me tighter, keeping me pressed hard against you, our bodies rocking together as one, deliciously joined in a ferocious but loving act.

I can tell you’re close to climax, and you begin to cry out.

“Fuck me, Danny.”

“Cum in me.”

“Fuck me hard.”

“Oh, God, yeeesss.”

“Fill me with your seed, baby.”

Your words are like fuel on my fire, I can feel my balls tightening in their sac.

“Cum with me, baby.”

“Fill me.”

“Impregnate meee.”

“Make a baby in me, Danny.”

“Do it.”

“Do it.”

“Uunnnggghhh.”

I push one last time deep in you as you cum, and feel my cock erupt again and again and again and again, my semen spurting out hard, you feel it splash hot against your cervix, filling you with my sperm, pouring out of me like a hose.

The final pulse of my orgasm pumps into you and I lay still, the room falls silent after being filled with our screams and moans.

All I can hear is heavy breathing from both of us as we lay coupled together, bodies slick with sweat, your cunt squeezing and releasing my shaft as it finally begins to soften, after ejaculating more cum than I ever have before.

We lay still for five, ten, fifteen minutes, time has stopped for us, it’s like we’re asleep but not asleep, just basking in the after glow of wonderful sex together. Our bodies still one in a beautiful coupling. I can feel your heart beating close to mine. Our breathing is back to normal, and I raise my face from your shoulder,

You whimper, “Nooo.”

I whisper, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

You relax your grip a little and I lift myself slightly above you, so I can watch you breathe. I’ve never seen you look more radiant, and I can’t stop smiling.

You half open your eyes. They are like liquid pools, glazed over and sparkling.

You give a little smile, and squeeze your vaginal muscles, gripping my penis with a delicious squishiness.

I have to ask.

I whisper.

“Julie, did you mean what you said… about making a baby?”

You search my face, your eyes moving left and right, looking for a clue as to how to answer, worried how I’ll react.

I wait, wishing I hadn’t mentioned it.

Your mouth is dry, you lick your lips, trying to find the words, biting your lip, knowing you must answer truthfully.

You nod, your eyes welling up.

My heart feels like it will burst from my chest, my throat constricts, I swallow hard. I try to tell you how much I love you but my voice doesn’t work.

My tears fall onto your face.