Meg Makes Dessert
With the kids in school, my wife, Meg, has had more time on her hands during the day. I’ve started coming home for lunch when I can, and she always greets me with some new culinary delight – yesterday was no exception. I arrived home and and found Meg busy on the deck. She had a large, ripe strawberry in her hand and I watched with intense interest as she brought it to her red lips. After so many years together, I easily recognized the desire in her eyes, and my body responded to the tease instantly. “I was just thinking about you,” she cooed, extending her finger to my mouth for me to taste the juice of the berry. “Mmm.. fresh berries for lunch?” I asked as I tasted the sweetness on her finger, letting Escort Küçükyalı my teeth linger gently as if it was her nipple in my mouth. “Berries, cream, and me.” A decidedly wicked grin spread across her face. Even after ten years of marriage she still could turn me on immediately. She eased herself back into the chair, and reached for the can of whipped cream. “Let’s start with dessert for a change,” she said as she sprayed a bit of cream on each nipple. I watched her, completely transfixed. “Allow me, dear.” Taking the can from her, I created my own tempting dessert. I made a long line of cream beginning between her breasts and ending in a small dollop at the crest Kartal escort of her mound. Stroking a wayward strand of hair from here face, I leaned down to kiss her. Her full lips pressed against mine. She tasted of strawberries, and I could sense the passion rising between us. “Your dessert is ready, but you’re a bit, um, overdressed.” After removing my clothes, I bent to kiss her again. The kiss was wet and eager, a delicious beginning. Wishing to savor other parts of my sweet love, I licked and sucked the cream from her erect nipples. My mouth slowly circling each breast with my tongue, then gently taking each of her nipples into my mouth. The suppleness of her areolas Suadiye escort bayan offered a pleasing contrast to the firmness of her nipples. She purred like a languid cat, relaxing as I followed the line of cream with my tongue. I fluttered my tongue down her soft belly and traced her navel with teasing little flicks. Continuing my descent, I dropped to my knees, greeting Meg’s lovely, fur-lined crescent. her familiar scent mingled with the sweet smell of the cream, beckoning me to bury my face between her thighs. As I got closer, I blew hot breathes where she is most sensitive, teasing her wickedly, bringing my mouth close but never touching. Finally, I stretched out my tongue, tickling the edges of her nether lips. Meg arched and brought herself close against my face. Her body eager for more. I was happy to comply with her desire and, while probing and bathing her deep recesses, I enjoyed the delicious combination of cream and my wife’s ambrosia that spilled into my mouth like a hot love potion.