A Wifes Gift to her Husband
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Xavier always worried whenever Susan was on the road.
He used to travel for work quite a bit himself. He remembered what it was like. He remembered what happens to a man's frame of mind when he's away from home, living out of a suitcase, alone in his hotel room. Plus, there's just something about being in a hotel room that always made him so damn….frisky.
It was that whole 'What Happens In Vegas' kind of thing.
It didn't help that Susan was so striking. Xavier loved to go out with Susan, to have her on his arm. He loved to see other men's reactions. They'd glance at this tall lady entering the dining room or bar, and their subsequent quick double-take as they tried to act as if they weren't staring was an ego boost for Xavier. He would have done the same had he seen Susan making her entrance.
Susan was tall, standing five feet eleven. She'd recently turned forty-five, and often lamented that she didn't have her youthful figure anymore. She was pissed that she was now closer to fifty than forty.
She'd given Xavier two children, whom they doted over. She was an athlete and loved to work out - the Stairmaster was her favorite but she also lifted weights and played rec volleyball - but with the family and her work, she just couldn't devote the time that she wanted.
Susan was too hard on herself. No, she didn't have the same figure she did in her twenties, but she damn well sure could still bring it - big time. She didn’t like the term 'MILF', but let's just say that she was a mother that caused many a young man to fantasize. She played volleyball in college and still carried that physique: sexy calves and athletic thighs leading up to a lovely, apple-bottomed ass. She was never chesty but motherhood have given her a couple of nice additions that still filled her C cup bras.
Oh, and her skin--lovely and smooth with an olive hue. Susan always got very dark in the summertime. Her tan helped to highlight her beautiful hazel eyes, set under a set of dark, thick eyebrows. Her straight brunette hair extended slightly past her broad shoulders. When she was younger, she was told more than once that she looked like the former Argentinian tennis player Gabriela Sabatini, which she obviously took as a compliment.
Xavier knew what effect she must have had on other men, and some other women, as she boarded the airplane, checked in to her hotel, waited at the baggage carousel. She dressed professionally when she travelled. She knew the advantages that a tall, striking woman had in the workplace. She accentuated her height by wearing three inch pumps with her business suits: sharp jackets with a silk top underneath and knee-length skirts that still set minds wondering.
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Xavier didn't think that Susan had ever cheated on him, but he couldn’t know for sure. All that travel, the stress of the job, the stresses at home, all those stares and come-ons when she was away from home. No doubt she had plenty of opportunity and she certainly could have had her pick of desirable men. He knew she'd have to be strong to resist the temptation.
In truth she had thought about it, more than once. One time was after an uncharacteristically hurtful argument they had over money. She made more than Xavier and sometimes thought he was secretly jealous and resentful. He'd made a large purchase without telling her beforehand: a tricked-out MacBook Pro that he bought on a whim. The money didn’t matter--they could afford it--but she felt that he might be taking advantage of her.
The other time was following an argument over sex. Simply put, he wanted more, and more variety. She enjoyed intimacy with Xavier, but didn't crave it. Their sex life was good but not great, maybe once or twice a week. It was mostly vanilla stuff.
Xavier had suggested various things to spice up their romps. Maybe they could read some erotica together, or partake in some light bondage, have sex in new places or find some tasteful porn to watch together. Susan would dabble in these suggestions but she didn't show much enthusiasm for them, and they always seemed to settle back into their old routine.
It didn't help that she later discovered Xavier had signed up for an adult chat board. She found his computer after he had been on the board, and from her quick scan of the site, it looked like he had made several acquaintances, primarily female. She was enraged that he would discuss their sex life with strangers. It made matters even worse when he tried to excuse it as a release that he needed since their sex life was so ordinary.
Still, she remained faithful, although she had been tested. She especially gave it strong consideration after the fight over money. During one trip, she had gone down to the hotel bar to get a glass of wine to take back to her room. She never lingered in hotel bars, because she thought she'd have to fend off admirers. But on this occasion, she was still angry with Xavier and made a snap decision to have her wine at the bar.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before that guy that she had noticed while checking in sauntered in to the bar. He'd obviously come from the hotel fitness center. He probably had been lifting weights and was looking pretty buff. Like Susan, he was just stopping by to grab a drink to take back to his room, but upon seeing her, he sat down a couple chairs away. They'd earlier made eye contact in the lobby, enough so to signal to each other that there was definitely mutual interest.
He struck up a conversation, but it was very superficial, and Susan felt awkward. She let him buy her a second drink and wondered if she could go through with it. She wanted to, but didn't think she could muster the courage.
She really did want to fuck him, but had no stomach for everything else: the awkward bar room dance, the invitation to her room, the post-sex small talk, the chance of seeing him again in the hotel, his expectation for more. She remembered a quote from a man who was asked why he paid for sex. He replied that he didn't pay the girls for sex, but to leave after sex. She didn't appreciate that line of thinking at the time, but she did now. Maybe with another glass of wine, she'd be ready to go through with it all. Hell, he was pretty hot….
Halfway through her second glass, she got a text from Xavier. He sent a picture of he and their daughter. He had been out teaching her to drive and they were standing in front of his car. She was giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was adorable.
She suddenly excused herself. She told her male suitor that she remembered a deadline that she had to meet, thanked him and darted off. She didn't even get his name. He tried to give her his card but she didn't even notice as she rushed out.
That didn't keep her from thinking about it after she turned out the lights and climbed in to bed. She let her hands roam while she thought about taking his cock into her mouth. He was tall and handsome, with salt-and-pepper hair and a nice tan. During their brief conversation she learned that he had played hockey in college, and he still had a strong, athletic build.
She teased her breasts and lightly pinched at her nipples, which quickly became fully erect. She let her other hand make it's way down to her eager pussy, which was already moist. She removed her panties and spread her legs wide. Now she imagined him teasing her, slowly licking the full length of her wetness from the hood, down around her lips to her vaginal opening, and back up the other side. She thought of grabbing his thick head of hair as he turned his attention to her clit.
With this in mind, Susan was now firmly and quickly stroking herself. Her chest heaved with her now-heavy breath. The orgasm came quickly, which surprised her. She thrust her head back and cried out with a loud moan, as her legs slammed together in a spasm and her whole body shook with rush of her orgasm.
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Xavier was fast approaching fifty and felt that he and Susan were missing out. His foray into the adult chat world didn't help, either. Reading all the stories of the sexual adventures of other married couples only fueled his desire. He always used to tell Susan that there was no way of know how long they'd both be healthy and they were letting precious time go to waste.
Xavier was a fitness fanatic. He'd taken up cross-fit a few years ago after his body finally convinced him that his running days were over. Like many who take it up, it soon consumed him. He'd developed a nice 'V' shaped torso, with broad shoulder and a bulging chest tapering down to a tight waistline. Susan would giggle at him when she caught him admiring himself in the mirror.
They did love each other. There were a handsome couple. They had their health, their kids were (mostly) a joy, and each still caught the attention of the opposite sex. Yet, for some reason, they just couldn't break through sexually.
Susan wouldn't accept that she was solely responsible for their sexual issues, or even that they even had sexual 'issues'. She loved Xavier and thought that he loved her, but she worried that Xavier thought of sex with her as just that - sex, a mechanism to his orgasm.
She wanted more non-sexual intimacy. She wanted walks with hand-holding. She wished he could hold her in bed without the expectation of sex. She needed him to be more present. She wanted to see him more engaged with friends and neighbors. He seemed too distant at times, and in truth, he was.
They had this same discussion, sometimes turning into an argument, time after time after time. They each wanted more from each other, but neither was ready or willing to take that leap of faith. They wanted to see the other person change before they would. They didn't trust that their respective efforts at change would lead to any change in their partner. It was a dangerous downward spiral.
They each masturbated but kept it a secret from each other. Xavier's location of choice was the shower, usually in the morning, to take care of his morning wood. He'd have given anything to invite Susan in there to help him. Susan preferred to masturbate in bed, also in the morning. Ironically enough, she would sometimes be touching herself at the same time Xavier was squeezing one out in the shower. She'd found a web site that presented 'classy erotica for women', and would usually pull up a MILF story, read it, and then masturbate to the mental images that she read in the stories.
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That evening, Susan decided to have a facetime chat with Xavier. She'd just returned to her hotel room and hadn't changed out of her work clothes yet. She'd been out at a dinner with some colleagues, both men and women. It bored her, but there were senior executives present so she couldn't relax and enjoy herself - or have that third glass of wine.
She'd recently been promoted to a position of greater authority and the new pace of work, along with the increased responsibility, had her stressed. She spend her days setting the agenda, telling others what to do and holding them responsible.
Xavier had said goodnight to the kids and was waiting for her call. He didn't expect the facetime as they usually just spoke over the phone. He was happy to be able to see Susan.
He was sitting in his home office. He could see that she was frazzled. He decided to throw his frustration aside and simply take a leap of faith. "What could she do, say 'no'?", Xavier thought to himself. He'd make himself vulnerable to her, and see where it led.
"Tell you what, sweetheart. You're exhausted. You won't be much of a conversationalist. You've spent your day making decisions, telling others what to do."
Susan replied, "Everybody is always looking to me to impart some grand pearls of wisdom. I never feel like I can just relax and be me."
"Right now, I want to help you unwind." Xavier replied. "You don't have to make any decisions, except this one. I want you to do exactly as you're told."
This both surprised and intrigued Susan. She was so tired that she was in no mood to negotiate with Xavier again. Besides, she was feeling a bit frisky herself. They were hundreds of miles apart, so she wouldn't worry so much have about disappointing Xavier.
"If it will help me unwind, sure, babe."
"Prop your phone on your work desk, so you don't have to hold it, but we can still see each other. I'll do the same."
Susan complied and stood in the middle of the room, facing the phone.
"What now?"
"Don't talk", Xavier commanded. "Just do what I say. Now, remove your shirt, skirt and hose. When you are finished, put your heels back on."
Susan started with her skirt and turned so that Xavier had a full view of her lovely ass as she bent over to remove it. Xavier closed his eyes and imagined himself there in that room with Susan, kneeling behind her and leaning in to mount his face on her ass, taking in her intoxicating pussy scent.
"Sit on the edge of the bed, facing me."
Susan quickly followed Xavier's request. She was enjoying this change of pace from their usual stale facetime chats.
"Now close your eyes and let your hands explore your body. Take it slowly. Caress your stomach and glide your hand up to your breasts. Lovely. Cup your tits and then caress them all over. I want to see your nipples get firm."
Susan was being wonderfully obedient, following Xavier's every word. It was relieving for her to simple react. She didn't have to think, or wonder about the impact of her commands on others. She could simply respond and not worry about pissing anyone off, or making the wrong decision.
At this, Xavier begin to rub his growing cock through his jeans.
Xavier continued, "Scoot to the edge of the mattress and spread your legs, so that I have a nice view of your pussy."
Susan complied, slowly spreading her legs for Xavier. This was too much for him, and he removed his jeans and underwear and began to stroke his now fully erect cock.
"You are so hot, sweetheart. Can you see me stroking myself? All I can think about is the taste of your pussy. Your legs in those heels absolutely send me. Now, close your eyes, tilt your head back, and massage your pussy lips."
But Susan was already there. She wanted this release. She wanted to tease Xavier. It aroused her to think of Xavier watching her as he pumped his penis. She had dispensed with the self-foreplay and was aggressively stroking her clit. Her tits were heaving and jiggling with the motion of her hand.
"Let me hear you, love", pleaded Xavier. "I want to know what you're thinking. I want to hear your heavy breath, your soft moans. Don't hold back, gorgeous."
"Oh my god, X." Susan whimpered. "You have no idea how wet I am. I'm thinking about you eating me. Lick it, X. Taste my pussy. Oh, fuck me, X!"
This was all too much for Xavier. Hearing Susan sent him over the edge. "God, babe, here you go, just for you." With that, he exploded, and a strong stream of cum made a complete mess of his desk, with subsequent smaller loads of semen landing all over. He didn't know that he could produce that much cum.
Susan continued to work her clit. She glanced at her phone long enough to see Xavier's eruption, and her orgasm came in a rush. "Fuck! Oh yes!" She thrust herself backward and was now laying down, her back arched, while her legs twitched in ecstasy. Her fingers were slick, and she held them up for Xavier to see before taking them into her mouth, patiently licking each digit before sucking on all of her fingers at once.
"Thank you, love. Wish you were her to suck my fingers clean," commented Susan.
"No Susan, thank you. That was about as intense an orgasm as I've ever had. I can taste your delicious pussy now. I want to feel your wetness running down my chin. God, that was hot. Maybe we've discovered something new here?"
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After Susan returned home from her trip, things picked up a bit. She was more adventurous. She even asked Xavier what he thought about her buying a vibrator. She thought it might be nice to have on the road with her during her frequent travels. Xavier loved the idea and encouraged her to get one.
She also seemed to reacquire her fondness for Xavier's cum. When they were dating, and in the first few years of their marriage, it seemed like she couldn't get enough. It was as if it gave her a secret superpower.
She loved the control that giving him a blow job gave her. She rarely let him jerk himself off on her breasts when he got close. She wanted to suck him dry. Hearing Xavier lose control to feel the quivering of his legs sometimes was enough to bring her to orgasm. She liked to rub herself with one hand, and stroke his shaft with the other.
Xavier was loving it, of course. To him, though, the best thing that seemed to change was he was dining at the Y more often. Most guys love to eat pussy and Xavier was no different. But Xavier didn't just love it, he craved it. He felt he needed it. If sex for him only involved going down on Susan, he'd have been perfectly happy. He would eagerly lap up her delicious pussy with no expectation that she might return the favor.
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Xavier gave Susan a long embrace. He hated this part. Though he'd done it many times, saying goodbye to Susan at the airport still depressed him. He'd especially miss their newfound sexual connection. As usual, in the back of his mind was that nagging concern about the temptations she would face on the road.
Susan surprised Xavier with a deep kiss. As she walked away, she gave him a sly wink and said, "Bye, love. Facetime tonight?"
Xavier stammered a bit before muttering something about looking forward to it. She was teasing him, and he loved it.
Xavier went home and helped the kids get off to school. After they left he settled in to his home office. He lifted his laptop cover, and there was a note from Susan.
"X,
Sealed for freshness…
S"
Beneath her 'S', Susan made a beautiful, deep red kiss imprint.
Xavier quickly shot a text to Susan.
"What is sealed for freshness all about?!"
"Sorry babe, got to go to airplane mode. Bye!", Susan replied.
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Xavier couldn't wait to hear from Susan. He forced himself to refrain from texting her. It was approaching eleven PM, but since Susan was on the west coast, she was probably still at a work dinner. Xavier was a wreck and helped himself to some bourbon as he lounged in bed, flipping through channels on the TV.
His phone sprang to life with Susan's facetime request. It only rang once before Xavier answered.
Susan started in immediately, "No small talk tonight. During my last trip you told me what to do. Tonight I tell you what to do. Keep quiet and do what I say."
"Yes!", thought Xavier. This was a side to Susan he'd been waiting to see for so long. Susan held her phone close so he could only see her face and shoulders, but her bare shoulders excited him.
"Now," continued Susan, "go to my bedroom closet and find something that I left for you. Look on the upper shelf behind my sweaters."
Xavier jumped off the bed and ran to her closet. He quickly found a small cardboard box tucked behind a row of Susan's sweaters. Just as quickly, he ran back to bed and showed Susan that he found it.
"That's a good boy, X."
Susan continued, "This morning while you were in the shower, I decided to take my new vibrator for a test drive. Only I didn’t take my panties off. I turned on the vibrator and teased myself through my panties. I drew large circles around my pussy. Circling, circling, circling….clockwise, then counter-clockwise."
"After a bit, I slipped my toy under my panties and pressed hard against my clit. I then reached down and turned up the power. Oh my god! I'm not used to such intense vibrations. I imagined you in the shower, lathering up your hard cock. I wanted to surprise you and have some of your hot cum for breakfast, but I needed to resist."
"I figured the if I can't be there with you, at least I could leave part of me with you. By the time I was done toying myself, my panties were soaked. I almost could have wrung them out."
"Open the box."
Xavier felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. He ripped the box open, tearing the cardboard. He looked down and there was a zip-lock bag. He lifted it up and found Susan's leopard-skin panties sealed inside.
"Open the bag", Susan commanded.
Xavier zipped open the bag and Susan's intoxicating scent filled the bedroom. He closed his eyes and thrust his nose into the bag, and inhaled as deeply as he could. He could almost literally taste Susan. His heart was pounding as his cock sprang to life.
"Now", Susan continued, "…sit back and watch me while I play with my new toy. I want you to hold my panties up to your face and take in my scent while you watch. Do NOT touch yourself. You may only do so when you have my permission."
This was almost cruel. Xavier's cock literally ached for Susan. He didn't even realize that he was involuntarily extending his tongue as he imagined licking Susan's pussy. Her panties were still moist from that morning.
Susan panned her camera back to reveal that she was naked, save for her heels. She held her phone and lay down on the bed, on her back. From underneath the pillow she pulled out her vibrator. It was a 'beginner' model, as simple 6 inch hard plastic clit teaser in a phallic shape, with an on/off knob on the bottom to control the speed.
Susan took the vibrator in her mouth, stroking briskly. "This is your cock, X."
With the vibrator now glistening with her saliva, she teased her nipples, moving back and forth as they hardened. She held the phone close with her other had to give Xavier a close-up view.
"Please, babe, my cock aches." Xavier begged.
"No. Do not ask again," Susan firmly replied.
Susan guided the vibrator to her waiting pussy. All of the anticipation, the sight of Xavier with her panties pressed to his face, and the breast play had her very wet.
After gently teasing her lips on both sides, she moved on to just above her clit. She didn't think she was ready for the intensity of direct vibrations on her clit. As she worked her herself over, she closed her eyes and licked her lips.
Watching Susan toy with her pussy combined with the smell and taste of her panties had Xavier close to an eruption, even without stroking himself. Touching himself now would be like lighting the fuse of a stick of dynamite.
Susan's moans became louder. She finally moved the vibrator directly on her clit and let out a soft cry at the intense sensation. She wriggled her ass as she pressed harder on her pussy until her entire body quivered with an intense orgasm that caused her leg to pulse and violently contract.
Xavier pleaded again, "Now?"
"Stroke it, X! Let me see you blow," Susan directed.
Xavier was already there. While laying down, with one hand still holding the panties to his face and the other stroking his cock, it took him no time to erupt. He was shocked when his cum spewed out so powerfully that it reached his neck and part of his chin.
Xavier grabbed the phone to show Susan his cum spray.
"God that's hot!" Susan squealed. "I wish I was there to lick it off"
"Soon enough, love. You weren't kidding about 'sealed for freshness', sweetheart. It was like your lovely pussy was right here with me. Love the idea. I'm definitely keeping these panties." Xavier replied, still breathing heavily.
"Love you, X. Sweet dreams. No more playing with yourself until I get back. You save your cum for me."
He used to travel for work quite a bit himself. He remembered what it was like. He remembered what happens to a man's frame of mind when he's away from home, living out of a suitcase, alone in his hotel room. Plus, there's just something about being in a hotel room that always made him so damn….frisky.
It was that whole 'What Happens In Vegas' kind of thing.
It didn't help that Susan was so striking. Xavier loved to go out with Susan, to have her on his arm. He loved to see other men's reactions. They'd glance at this tall lady entering the dining room or bar, and their subsequent quick double-take as they tried to act as if they weren't staring was an ego boost for Xavier. He would have done the same had he seen Susan making her entrance.
Susan was tall, standing five feet eleven. She'd recently turned forty-five, and often lamented that she didn't have her youthful figure anymore. She was pissed that she was now closer to fifty than forty.
She'd given Xavier two children, whom they doted over. She was an athlete and loved to work out - the Stairmaster was her favorite but she also lifted weights and played rec volleyball - but with the family and her work, she just couldn't devote the time that she wanted.
Susan was too hard on herself. No, she didn't have the same figure she did in her twenties, but she damn well sure could still bring it - big time. She didn’t like the term 'MILF', but let's just say that she was a mother that caused many a young man to fantasize. She played volleyball in college and still carried that physique: sexy calves and athletic thighs leading up to a lovely, apple-bottomed ass. She was never chesty but motherhood have given her a couple of nice additions that still filled her C cup bras.
Oh, and her skin--lovely and smooth with an olive hue. Susan always got very dark in the summertime. Her tan helped to highlight her beautiful hazel eyes, set under a set of dark, thick eyebrows. Her straight brunette hair extended slightly past her broad shoulders. When she was younger, she was told more than once that she looked like the former Argentinian tennis player Gabriela Sabatini, which she obviously took as a compliment.
Xavier knew what effect she must have had on other men, and some other women, as she boarded the airplane, checked in to her hotel, waited at the baggage carousel. She dressed professionally when she travelled. She knew the advantages that a tall, striking woman had in the workplace. She accentuated her height by wearing three inch pumps with her business suits: sharp jackets with a silk top underneath and knee-length skirts that still set minds wondering.
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Xavier didn't think that Susan had ever cheated on him, but he couldn’t know for sure. All that travel, the stress of the job, the stresses at home, all those stares and come-ons when she was away from home. No doubt she had plenty of opportunity and she certainly could have had her pick of desirable men. He knew she'd have to be strong to resist the temptation.
In truth she had thought about it, more than once. One time was after an uncharacteristically hurtful argument they had over money. She made more than Xavier and sometimes thought he was secretly jealous and resentful. He'd made a large purchase without telling her beforehand: a tricked-out MacBook Pro that he bought on a whim. The money didn’t matter--they could afford it--but she felt that he might be taking advantage of her.
The other time was following an argument over sex. Simply put, he wanted more, and more variety. She enjoyed intimacy with Xavier, but didn't crave it. Their sex life was good but not great, maybe once or twice a week. It was mostly vanilla stuff.
Xavier had suggested various things to spice up their romps. Maybe they could read some erotica together, or partake in some light bondage, have sex in new places or find some tasteful porn to watch together. Susan would dabble in these suggestions but she didn't show much enthusiasm for them, and they always seemed to settle back into their old routine.
It didn't help that she later discovered Xavier had signed up for an adult chat board. She found his computer after he had been on the board, and from her quick scan of the site, it looked like he had made several acquaintances, primarily female. She was enraged that he would discuss their sex life with strangers. It made matters even worse when he tried to excuse it as a release that he needed since their sex life was so ordinary.
Still, she remained faithful, although she had been tested. She especially gave it strong consideration after the fight over money. During one trip, she had gone down to the hotel bar to get a glass of wine to take back to her room. She never lingered in hotel bars, because she thought she'd have to fend off admirers. But on this occasion, she was still angry with Xavier and made a snap decision to have her wine at the bar.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before that guy that she had noticed while checking in sauntered in to the bar. He'd obviously come from the hotel fitness center. He probably had been lifting weights and was looking pretty buff. Like Susan, he was just stopping by to grab a drink to take back to his room, but upon seeing her, he sat down a couple chairs away. They'd earlier made eye contact in the lobby, enough so to signal to each other that there was definitely mutual interest.
He struck up a conversation, but it was very superficial, and Susan felt awkward. She let him buy her a second drink and wondered if she could go through with it. She wanted to, but didn't think she could muster the courage.
She really did want to fuck him, but had no stomach for everything else: the awkward bar room dance, the invitation to her room, the post-sex small talk, the chance of seeing him again in the hotel, his expectation for more. She remembered a quote from a man who was asked why he paid for sex. He replied that he didn't pay the girls for sex, but to leave after sex. She didn't appreciate that line of thinking at the time, but she did now. Maybe with another glass of wine, she'd be ready to go through with it all. Hell, he was pretty hot….
Halfway through her second glass, she got a text from Xavier. He sent a picture of he and their daughter. He had been out teaching her to drive and they were standing in front of his car. She was giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was adorable.
She suddenly excused herself. She told her male suitor that she remembered a deadline that she had to meet, thanked him and darted off. She didn't even get his name. He tried to give her his card but she didn't even notice as she rushed out.
That didn't keep her from thinking about it after she turned out the lights and climbed in to bed. She let her hands roam while she thought about taking his cock into her mouth. He was tall and handsome, with salt-and-pepper hair and a nice tan. During their brief conversation she learned that he had played hockey in college, and he still had a strong, athletic build.
She teased her breasts and lightly pinched at her nipples, which quickly became fully erect. She let her other hand make it's way down to her eager pussy, which was already moist. She removed her panties and spread her legs wide. Now she imagined him teasing her, slowly licking the full length of her wetness from the hood, down around her lips to her vaginal opening, and back up the other side. She thought of grabbing his thick head of hair as he turned his attention to her clit.
With this in mind, Susan was now firmly and quickly stroking herself. Her chest heaved with her now-heavy breath. The orgasm came quickly, which surprised her. She thrust her head back and cried out with a loud moan, as her legs slammed together in a spasm and her whole body shook with rush of her orgasm.
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Xavier was fast approaching fifty and felt that he and Susan were missing out. His foray into the adult chat world didn't help, either. Reading all the stories of the sexual adventures of other married couples only fueled his desire. He always used to tell Susan that there was no way of know how long they'd both be healthy and they were letting precious time go to waste.
Xavier was a fitness fanatic. He'd taken up cross-fit a few years ago after his body finally convinced him that his running days were over. Like many who take it up, it soon consumed him. He'd developed a nice 'V' shaped torso, with broad shoulder and a bulging chest tapering down to a tight waistline. Susan would giggle at him when she caught him admiring himself in the mirror.
They did love each other. There were a handsome couple. They had their health, their kids were (mostly) a joy, and each still caught the attention of the opposite sex. Yet, for some reason, they just couldn't break through sexually.
Susan wouldn't accept that she was solely responsible for their sexual issues, or even that they even had sexual 'issues'. She loved Xavier and thought that he loved her, but she worried that Xavier thought of sex with her as just that - sex, a mechanism to his orgasm.
She wanted more non-sexual intimacy. She wanted walks with hand-holding. She wished he could hold her in bed without the expectation of sex. She needed him to be more present. She wanted to see him more engaged with friends and neighbors. He seemed too distant at times, and in truth, he was.
They had this same discussion, sometimes turning into an argument, time after time after time. They each wanted more from each other, but neither was ready or willing to take that leap of faith. They wanted to see the other person change before they would. They didn't trust that their respective efforts at change would lead to any change in their partner. It was a dangerous downward spiral.
They each masturbated but kept it a secret from each other. Xavier's location of choice was the shower, usually in the morning, to take care of his morning wood. He'd have given anything to invite Susan in there to help him. Susan preferred to masturbate in bed, also in the morning. Ironically enough, she would sometimes be touching herself at the same time Xavier was squeezing one out in the shower. She'd found a web site that presented 'classy erotica for women', and would usually pull up a MILF story, read it, and then masturbate to the mental images that she read in the stories.
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That evening, Susan decided to have a facetime chat with Xavier. She'd just returned to her hotel room and hadn't changed out of her work clothes yet. She'd been out at a dinner with some colleagues, both men and women. It bored her, but there were senior executives present so she couldn't relax and enjoy herself - or have that third glass of wine.
She'd recently been promoted to a position of greater authority and the new pace of work, along with the increased responsibility, had her stressed. She spend her days setting the agenda, telling others what to do and holding them responsible.
Xavier had said goodnight to the kids and was waiting for her call. He didn't expect the facetime as they usually just spoke over the phone. He was happy to be able to see Susan.
He was sitting in his home office. He could see that she was frazzled. He decided to throw his frustration aside and simply take a leap of faith. "What could she do, say 'no'?", Xavier thought to himself. He'd make himself vulnerable to her, and see where it led.
"Tell you what, sweetheart. You're exhausted. You won't be much of a conversationalist. You've spent your day making decisions, telling others what to do."
Susan replied, "Everybody is always looking to me to impart some grand pearls of wisdom. I never feel like I can just relax and be me."
"Right now, I want to help you unwind." Xavier replied. "You don't have to make any decisions, except this one. I want you to do exactly as you're told."
This both surprised and intrigued Susan. She was so tired that she was in no mood to negotiate with Xavier again. Besides, she was feeling a bit frisky herself. They were hundreds of miles apart, so she wouldn't worry so much have about disappointing Xavier.
"If it will help me unwind, sure, babe."
"Prop your phone on your work desk, so you don't have to hold it, but we can still see each other. I'll do the same."
Susan complied and stood in the middle of the room, facing the phone.
"What now?"
"Don't talk", Xavier commanded. "Just do what I say. Now, remove your shirt, skirt and hose. When you are finished, put your heels back on."
Susan started with her skirt and turned so that Xavier had a full view of her lovely ass as she bent over to remove it. Xavier closed his eyes and imagined himself there in that room with Susan, kneeling behind her and leaning in to mount his face on her ass, taking in her intoxicating pussy scent.
"Sit on the edge of the bed, facing me."
Susan quickly followed Xavier's request. She was enjoying this change of pace from their usual stale facetime chats.
"Now close your eyes and let your hands explore your body. Take it slowly. Caress your stomach and glide your hand up to your breasts. Lovely. Cup your tits and then caress them all over. I want to see your nipples get firm."
Susan was being wonderfully obedient, following Xavier's every word. It was relieving for her to simple react. She didn't have to think, or wonder about the impact of her commands on others. She could simply respond and not worry about pissing anyone off, or making the wrong decision.
At this, Xavier begin to rub his growing cock through his jeans.
Xavier continued, "Scoot to the edge of the mattress and spread your legs, so that I have a nice view of your pussy."
Susan complied, slowly spreading her legs for Xavier. This was too much for him, and he removed his jeans and underwear and began to stroke his now fully erect cock.
"You are so hot, sweetheart. Can you see me stroking myself? All I can think about is the taste of your pussy. Your legs in those heels absolutely send me. Now, close your eyes, tilt your head back, and massage your pussy lips."
But Susan was already there. She wanted this release. She wanted to tease Xavier. It aroused her to think of Xavier watching her as he pumped his penis. She had dispensed with the self-foreplay and was aggressively stroking her clit. Her tits were heaving and jiggling with the motion of her hand.
"Let me hear you, love", pleaded Xavier. "I want to know what you're thinking. I want to hear your heavy breath, your soft moans. Don't hold back, gorgeous."
"Oh my god, X." Susan whimpered. "You have no idea how wet I am. I'm thinking about you eating me. Lick it, X. Taste my pussy. Oh, fuck me, X!"
This was all too much for Xavier. Hearing Susan sent him over the edge. "God, babe, here you go, just for you." With that, he exploded, and a strong stream of cum made a complete mess of his desk, with subsequent smaller loads of semen landing all over. He didn't know that he could produce that much cum.
Susan continued to work her clit. She glanced at her phone long enough to see Xavier's eruption, and her orgasm came in a rush. "Fuck! Oh yes!" She thrust herself backward and was now laying down, her back arched, while her legs twitched in ecstasy. Her fingers were slick, and she held them up for Xavier to see before taking them into her mouth, patiently licking each digit before sucking on all of her fingers at once.
"Thank you, love. Wish you were her to suck my fingers clean," commented Susan.
"No Susan, thank you. That was about as intense an orgasm as I've ever had. I can taste your delicious pussy now. I want to feel your wetness running down my chin. God, that was hot. Maybe we've discovered something new here?"
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After Susan returned home from her trip, things picked up a bit. She was more adventurous. She even asked Xavier what he thought about her buying a vibrator. She thought it might be nice to have on the road with her during her frequent travels. Xavier loved the idea and encouraged her to get one.
She also seemed to reacquire her fondness for Xavier's cum. When they were dating, and in the first few years of their marriage, it seemed like she couldn't get enough. It was as if it gave her a secret superpower.
She loved the control that giving him a blow job gave her. She rarely let him jerk himself off on her breasts when he got close. She wanted to suck him dry. Hearing Xavier lose control to feel the quivering of his legs sometimes was enough to bring her to orgasm. She liked to rub herself with one hand, and stroke his shaft with the other.
Xavier was loving it, of course. To him, though, the best thing that seemed to change was he was dining at the Y more often. Most guys love to eat pussy and Xavier was no different. But Xavier didn't just love it, he craved it. He felt he needed it. If sex for him only involved going down on Susan, he'd have been perfectly happy. He would eagerly lap up her delicious pussy with no expectation that she might return the favor.
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Xavier gave Susan a long embrace. He hated this part. Though he'd done it many times, saying goodbye to Susan at the airport still depressed him. He'd especially miss their newfound sexual connection. As usual, in the back of his mind was that nagging concern about the temptations she would face on the road.
Susan surprised Xavier with a deep kiss. As she walked away, she gave him a sly wink and said, "Bye, love. Facetime tonight?"
Xavier stammered a bit before muttering something about looking forward to it. She was teasing him, and he loved it.
Xavier went home and helped the kids get off to school. After they left he settled in to his home office. He lifted his laptop cover, and there was a note from Susan.
"X,
Sealed for freshness…
S"
Beneath her 'S', Susan made a beautiful, deep red kiss imprint.
Xavier quickly shot a text to Susan.
"What is sealed for freshness all about?!"
"Sorry babe, got to go to airplane mode. Bye!", Susan replied.
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Xavier couldn't wait to hear from Susan. He forced himself to refrain from texting her. It was approaching eleven PM, but since Susan was on the west coast, she was probably still at a work dinner. Xavier was a wreck and helped himself to some bourbon as he lounged in bed, flipping through channels on the TV.
His phone sprang to life with Susan's facetime request. It only rang once before Xavier answered.
Susan started in immediately, "No small talk tonight. During my last trip you told me what to do. Tonight I tell you what to do. Keep quiet and do what I say."
"Yes!", thought Xavier. This was a side to Susan he'd been waiting to see for so long. Susan held her phone close so he could only see her face and shoulders, but her bare shoulders excited him.
"Now," continued Susan, "go to my bedroom closet and find something that I left for you. Look on the upper shelf behind my sweaters."
Xavier jumped off the bed and ran to her closet. He quickly found a small cardboard box tucked behind a row of Susan's sweaters. Just as quickly, he ran back to bed and showed Susan that he found it.
"That's a good boy, X."
Susan continued, "This morning while you were in the shower, I decided to take my new vibrator for a test drive. Only I didn’t take my panties off. I turned on the vibrator and teased myself through my panties. I drew large circles around my pussy. Circling, circling, circling….clockwise, then counter-clockwise."
"After a bit, I slipped my toy under my panties and pressed hard against my clit. I then reached down and turned up the power. Oh my god! I'm not used to such intense vibrations. I imagined you in the shower, lathering up your hard cock. I wanted to surprise you and have some of your hot cum for breakfast, but I needed to resist."
"I figured the if I can't be there with you, at least I could leave part of me with you. By the time I was done toying myself, my panties were soaked. I almost could have wrung them out."
"Open the box."
Xavier felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. He ripped the box open, tearing the cardboard. He looked down and there was a zip-lock bag. He lifted it up and found Susan's leopard-skin panties sealed inside.
"Open the bag", Susan commanded.
Xavier zipped open the bag and Susan's intoxicating scent filled the bedroom. He closed his eyes and thrust his nose into the bag, and inhaled as deeply as he could. He could almost literally taste Susan. His heart was pounding as his cock sprang to life.
"Now", Susan continued, "…sit back and watch me while I play with my new toy. I want you to hold my panties up to your face and take in my scent while you watch. Do NOT touch yourself. You may only do so when you have my permission."
This was almost cruel. Xavier's cock literally ached for Susan. He didn't even realize that he was involuntarily extending his tongue as he imagined licking Susan's pussy. Her panties were still moist from that morning.
Susan panned her camera back to reveal that she was naked, save for her heels. She held her phone and lay down on the bed, on her back. From underneath the pillow she pulled out her vibrator. It was a 'beginner' model, as simple 6 inch hard plastic clit teaser in a phallic shape, with an on/off knob on the bottom to control the speed.
Susan took the vibrator in her mouth, stroking briskly. "This is your cock, X."
With the vibrator now glistening with her saliva, she teased her nipples, moving back and forth as they hardened. She held the phone close with her other had to give Xavier a close-up view.
"Please, babe, my cock aches." Xavier begged.
"No. Do not ask again," Susan firmly replied.
Susan guided the vibrator to her waiting pussy. All of the anticipation, the sight of Xavier with her panties pressed to his face, and the breast play had her very wet.
After gently teasing her lips on both sides, she moved on to just above her clit. She didn't think she was ready for the intensity of direct vibrations on her clit. As she worked her herself over, she closed her eyes and licked her lips.
Watching Susan toy with her pussy combined with the smell and taste of her panties had Xavier close to an eruption, even without stroking himself. Touching himself now would be like lighting the fuse of a stick of dynamite.
Susan's moans became louder. She finally moved the vibrator directly on her clit and let out a soft cry at the intense sensation. She wriggled her ass as she pressed harder on her pussy until her entire body quivered with an intense orgasm that caused her leg to pulse and violently contract.
Xavier pleaded again, "Now?"
"Stroke it, X! Let me see you blow," Susan directed.
Xavier was already there. While laying down, with one hand still holding the panties to his face and the other stroking his cock, it took him no time to erupt. He was shocked when his cum spewed out so powerfully that it reached his neck and part of his chin.
Xavier grabbed the phone to show Susan his cum spray.
"God that's hot!" Susan squealed. "I wish I was there to lick it off"
"Soon enough, love. You weren't kidding about 'sealed for freshness', sweetheart. It was like your lovely pussy was right here with me. Love the idea. I'm definitely keeping these panties." Xavier replied, still breathing heavily.
"Love you, X. Sweet dreams. No more playing with yourself until I get back. You save your cum for me."
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