Marsha reached out and held my hand, somehow knowing this woman was very special to me.
As Sam disappeared from view, I turned to my wonderful wife and asked, "What did she say to you?"
Marsha smiled and then said. "She told me I am the luckiest woman on earth."
I leaned toward her and kissed her softly on the lips. "Let's go home," I whispered.
Marsha nodded her agreement, and we said goodbye to Rick and Janet.
On the way across the floor, Scott came stumbling toward us. I stepped partly before Marsha and placed my hands on his shoulders.
"You really should lay off the sauce, Scott. Never know what you might miss." I said, then pushed him aside.
The drive home took far too long, and as I closed the front door, Marsha turned to face me. "I had a wonderful time." She said.
I reached for her and pulled her tightly against me. Our kiss started softly but grew in intensity as we slowly moved across the room, leaving a trail of clothing as we went.
By the time we reached our bedroom, I was naked from the waist up, and my sexy wife wore only her lingerie.
She stood facing the bed as I approached from behind, my hands first resting on her sensuous hips. "I want you so much," I whispered in her ear.
Marsha arched her back, pressing her lace-covered ass against my loins and her soft sexy shoulders against my chest.
My hands slowly moved up and deftly undid the clasp that held the lace cups over her firm breasts. Marsha moaned soulfully as my hands cupped both soft tits and lifted them high on her chest.
Her hips involuntarily began to grind against my swelling cock, and she reached around to slip one delicate hand between us to massage the growing erection gently. Her other arm curled up and under my arm to softly caress my naked shoulder.
"I love you," I whispered into her ear as my palms slid over erect nipples, letting their perfect form press into my hands.
Her hand grasped my cock through the fabric of my slacks as she slowly turned to face me. The thin satin straps of her bra slid down her arms, and the garment fell to the floor. I reached for her, laced my fingers into her wavy auburn tresses, and pulled her mouth to mine.
Before our lips even touched, our tongues had begun a dance of lust darting out to flick at one another, then blending into one quivering, passionate kiss as our lips sparked with the first touch.
Using my free hand, I circled her back and pulled her soft, luscious body against my naked chest. Her hard erect nipples piercing at my flesh, the full firm softness of her tits crushing against me.
Her hands circled my waist from the middle of my back to meet at my belt buckle. As our passionate erotic kiss continued, Marsha's skillful fingers undid the buckle, opened the clasp, and slowly tugged the tiny metal tab of my zipper down.
Her delicate, soft fingers searched beneath the cotton briefs to find the object of her desire. She pressed her flat hand palm front between my throbbing cock and my abdomen, sliding down until her fingers slipped on either side of the pulsing shaft at its base.
Her thumb rode around the shaft as she captured it in her soft hand.
Breaking our lustful kiss, Marsha moaned and then whispered. "I need this in my mouth."
Her lips moved as skillfully as her fingers as she slowly crouched before me, taking the time to kiss and flick her tongue at my nipples and every other quivering inch of flesh down my body.
Bending at the knees until she was fully down and balanced on sexy high heels, my sexy, passionate wife slowly peeled my slacks down my legs, her delicate fingertips and incredible nails teasing the sensitive flesh on my thighs and calves.
I stepped out of the puddle of fabric around my feet and stood with my feet spread apart.
Marsha's stare was directed at the bulging erection still confined under cotton briefs. The elastic waistband pulled tight over the throbbing cock head it covered.
Marsha is a connoisseur of cock and, to my enjoyment, loves to examine my cock before actually taking it between her soft lips.
Her fingertips hooked under the elastic band of my briefs and slowly began turning the fabric inside out, exposing my raging erection one small inch at a time. Her wide-eyed expression never fails to amaze me as she lets the image of her desire burn into her memory.
Once my briefs were entirely inside out and around my ankles, I lifted one foot and then the other so Marsha could remove them and cast them aside. Her teasing fingernails again traveled up over quivering naked flesh until they lightly scratched at the spot where my legs joined my abdomen in front.
Her eyes stared intently at the raging cock before her with its smooth bulging head, the velvety soft flesh of its corona, and the blood-engorged shaft with its matrix of pulsing veins. One hand moved to cup my balls below while the other slowly stroked from the tip down over the flaring head. Her thumb pressed first against the scar of my circumcision, then along the urethra, where her reward would be pumping along soon enough.
With her hand firmly pressed against the base of my throbbing shaft and her thumb now sliding down to lightly scratch at the flesh of my scrotum, Marsha pulled my cock down and toward her soft, moist lips.
I could do little more than stand there and stare down at the incredible vision crouched before me. She parted her lips and moistened them with her tongue.
My cock expelled a tiny drop of pre-cum which Marsha quickly smeared over the head with her tongue. She moaned softly as my taste reached her buds and shot the signal to her brain that her favorite fluid would soon be swirling around in her mouth.
I smiled, knowing how much she craved that taste, and knew that our lovemaking that night wouldn't keep her waiting too long.
Her lips closed over the tip, sliding it deeper inside her warmth until they slipped over the velvety flesh of my corona. Holding me there, her soft, delicate hand stroked up until her thumb and forefinger touched her closed lips.
She sucked hard on the head, then drew her hand slowly down the shaft to its throbbing base.
I groaned profoundly, feeling her warm wet mouth begin working its incredible magic on my rock-hard cock.
My eyes remained on the sight before me. Wavy auburn tresses surrounded her lovely face and those incredible, sparkling eyes. She never lost eye contact with me as her soft hands and wet mouth brought me to the point where I knew if I let her continue, my cock would explode, filling her mouth with hot, thick cum.
I reluctantly reached down and pulled my surging cock from her mouth. "I need to fuck you," I demanded.
My hands circled her upper arms and lifted her out of her sensual crouch. Pulling her toward me, her luscious breasts pressed into my body. My cock captured between our loins, pressed into the lace panties she still wore.
Our mouths joined again in a passion-filled kiss, and she shared the taste of my cock with me. I slipped a hand down between us and ran my fingers between her thighs. The lace fabric that covered her was soaking wet, signaling that she was ready to have me drive my cock deep inside.
As we kissed and I fingered her through her panties, I moved her backward to the bed. Once her legs touched the bedding, she broke our kiss and sat on the edge.
As she lay back, her hands moved up to spread her beautiful hair around her head, then slid down to cup both lovely breasts and tease the erect nipples that pointed up at me.
"Fuck me, Paul,” She whispered.
I reached out and slowly drew the lace panties off her hips. She raised them slightly so they could slip from under her soft ass. As I slid them over her sexy thighs and the tops of her stockings, Marsha lifted her legs so they were pointed at the ceiling. Her panties slipped up over her sexy calves to her slim ankles.