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Steve had arranged it all. I had been a bit nervous at first, but he talked me into it. He said we had spent many years with our lives revolving around the children, and it was time we started to do some things for ourselves. I agreed with that, but I was still concerned about leaving the kids alone. Then again, they were fifteen and seventeen, and they were good kids. As Steve said, how would they learn about responsibility if we never gave them the chance? And so it was arranged, a long weekend, leaving Thursday evening and returning late Sunday.
We had driven up after work, arriving quite late. The place was amazing, clean and bright and colorful. But we were tired, and by mutual consent we just went to bed to sleep. The holiday would really begin tomorrow!
I stretched luxuriously. It was wonderful to be able to wake up naturally without an alarm going off. The sun was filtering through the curtains and it was going to be a beautiful day. Steve was already up, and I took a few minutes just to relax and savor the feeling of having nothing to do. Then I thought about work. And that was not a bad thing at all. There was a deep satisfaction in picturing all those people in the office slaving away at computers while I relaxed in bed.
Steve was sitting on the couch reading a book. I sat down beside him, and he put his arm around me. He said “Julie, let me tell you something about body language. When a woman comes and sits beside her husband, wearing nothing but panties and a thin singlet that clearly shows her nipples, a man interprets that body language as meaning she wants to have her breasts fondled.”
“Mmmm, maybe,” I said. I had been thinking that we would have sex tonight, but now that he mentioned it, the morning seemed like a splendid idea.
“I'll take that as a yes,” he said. He reached out and cupped his hand over my breast, slowly caressing. It felt nice. He circled my nipple, stroking and squeezing as it hardened under his skilful fingers. We looked into each other’s eyes and both broke into sly grins. Steve leaned over so he could repeat the process with my other breast.
“Another interesting thing about body language,” he said, “when you fondle a woman’s breasts and her nipples harden, it probably means that she’s enjoying it.”
“Oh, definitely not,” I said, “I’m not enjoying it at all.”
Steve smirked. “Well, we’d better try something else then.” He lifted my top and I raised my arms so he could take it off. His eyes dropped to my bare boobs and his smirk widened.
Leaning forward, he closed his lips round my nipple and sucked gently. It stiffened even more as he sucked harder, teasing the tip with his tongue at the same time. “I suppose you’re not enjoying this either?” he said.
“No, not at all,” I smirked.
“I’d better not do it again then”
“Well, maybe it would be worth trying, I might get to like it.”
He moved to my other breast, circling my nipple with his tongue and having a leisurely suck. My breathing was getting heavier and I could feel my pussy getting wet. When he sat back, he looked at my heaving chest with smug satisfaction. “You know, I suspect you’re not being entirely truthful when you say that you don’t enjoy it.”
“Never question a lady’s word,” I said. I leaned in to kiss him, just touching lips at first, but quickly moving into tongues. His hand found my breast again and we kissed and fondled. It was wonderful to be able to take our time, and it felt deliciously decadent to be doing it in the morning.
I looked down at where his cock was straining against his shorts. “So, this body language thing. When a man takes his wife’s top off, and fondles her bare boobs, and gets an erection, does that mean he wants her to take his dick out and stroke it?”
“You’re a natural,” he grinned.
I carefully lifted the waistband and took off his shorts and briefs, leaving his beautiful cock on display. I wrapped my fingers round his shaft and stroked slowly up and down, enjoying his hardness. “You’re not enjoying it, are you?” I asked.
“Absolutely not. I’m hating it every bit as much as you hate having your boobs fondled.”
“That’s good, wouldn’t want you enjoying yourself. That’s not what holidays are for.”
I glanced over at the clock, which read 8.30. Steve said, “You have an appointment or something”?
“No”, I replied, “I wanted to think about work. Just about now, people are opening their computers, reading email, learning about the latest crisis, and worrying about how stressful their day is going to be. And I am sitting here with my tits out, fondling a lovely cock. I find that immensely satisfying”.
“You’re right, that is satisfying. Right now, my guys will be arriving on site, cursing the weather, and wondering who to complain to since I’m not there. So predictable”.
“And you’re not predictable”?
“I do my best not to be”.
I stroked his cock some more. “You know, in some circumstances I think you are completely predictable”.
“And what circumstances would that be?
“Well, there have been many, many occasions when I have got in position to suck your cock, and not once have you pushed me away”.
I got off the couch and settled onto the floor in front of him. I took his cock in my hand again and stroked. I leaned forward until my face was inches from his quivering dick, and then looked up. He just grinned. “So predictable,” I said, and I took his penis into my mouth.
He groaned softly as I took him right to the back of my throat. I sucked slowly, just as he liked it, holding him snugly in my mouth and bobbing my head up and down. I was getting more and more turned on myself as I turned him on, tickling his balls and stroking his shaft, while I licked his head. The rapid panting and gasps of pleasure told me I was doing a good job.
Eventually I got up and stood in front of him, hands on my hips. “Hmmm, how should I interpret this body language?” he said. “I would hazard a guess that it means ‘take off my panties and finger my pussy’.”
“I think you’re heading in the right direction.”
He put his hands on my hips, sweeping round to fondle my ass through the panties. Holding the waistband, he slowly drew them down until I stepped out of them and stood there completely naked. He gave a smug grin as he stared at my pussy, before he looked up to meet my eyes.
“Now, you’re sure you won’t enjoy it if I finger you? Because you did say that we’re not allowed to enjoy ourselves on holiday.”
“Absolutely not,” I assured him, “You know I hate it when you finger my pussy.”
“Well, that’s all right then.”
He reached out and slowly curled his finger through my bush. Moving lower, he stroked lightly around the outside of my lips, tickling and teasing. Finally, he reached the centre, rubbing up and down my slit. I gasped as one finger nuzzled between my lips and grazed my clit. “Perhaps we should adjourn to the bedroom,” said Steve. “Your legs are trembling, you must be tired.”
“Exhausted,” I said, “lying down on the bed for a rest is a splendid idea”.
I lay on my back on the bed and Steve came to lie between my open legs. He began stroking again, and I lay back, savoring the delicious stimulation. Parting my lips, he found how wet I was, and his finger slipped easily into my vagina. I panted for breath as he moved in and out, thumb coming in to rub my clit.
Steve lifted his head so he could look at me. “Now, I know how much you value your reputation, so I must give you a serious warning. I am about to lick your pussy. If you don’t want to be forever known as a wanton hussy, you must push me away and run from the room.”
I looked back at him with a slight smirk. He settled himself between my legs. “Are you sure?” I stayed resolutely silent. He moved his head closer until I could feel his warm breath on my skin. Then he raised it again. “Last chance.” I laid my head back on the pillow and opened my legs wider. “Wanton hussy it is then.”
And he gave me a long lick, his tongue probing between my pussy lips to drag over my clit. I gasped and panted. So he did it again. I abandoned myself to the intense pleasure as he licked and stroked and sucked and fingered. He would tongue my clit and then move away, take me close, but not quite there. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any more, he got two fingers in my vagina and flicked his tongue rapidly on my clit. I exploded in orgasm, crying out as I came long and hard.
Steve stayed where he was until the spasms had subsided, then came up to cuddle me, his hand gently cradling my breast. “Wow,” I said, “that was amazing.”
“I thought you weren’t allowed to enjoy it,” he said.
“Well, maybe just a little is OK.”
I wanted him to feel as good as I had, so I rolled onto my back. Steve looked up and down my body. “Now here’s an interesting piece of body language. What are we to make of it when a woman lies on her back, completely naked, her legs open, displaying her glistening pussy to her husband, who is sitting there with a serious erection?”
“It means get in here and fuck me senseless.”
“Good,” said Steve, “that’s what I thought.”
He got onto his knees in front of me, lifting my legs up and back, so I was completely exposed to him. I felt the swollen head nuzzling in between my lips. He looked into my eyes and paused for a few seconds. Then he pressed forwards and the stiff cock slid smoothly into my pussy. Again, he paused for a few seconds, before starting to thrust.
He settled into a steady rhythm, a relaxed, leisurely fucking of my pussy. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation. I wasn’t going to come again but it still felt good and I loved his obvious pleasure. He sped up his thrusting a bit, my body starting to rock with the impact. He grinned widely. He loved watching my breasts bounce as he fucked my pussy. I could tell he was getting close as he sped up even more. Then with a loud groan, he came. I felt his cock spasm as the warm seed flooded into me.
Steve lay down on top of me, catching his breath. I loved the feeling of intimacy, his weight squashing my breasts, his cock still inside me but slowly softening. He kissed me gently on the lips. “I think you’re getting the hang of this body language business,” he said.
“Well, maybe,” I replied. “But I’m sure there’s a lot to learn. I might need another lesson this evening.”
“It will be my pleasure to give it to you,” he said smugly.
“And it will be my pleasure to receive it,” I replied, just as smugly.