Spring cleaning . . . with S !!!

Every year in May, J’s brother hosts an annual end-of-football-season day for the boys team he coaches. It seems to get bigger and become more involved every year, and our whole extended family (all football mad) normally journey down to his home on the south coast to help out. For the past two years I’ve been able to talk J into letting me stay at home, telling the in-laws that I’m “spring cleaning”, but instead have been able to invite S round to “keep me company”.

J reminded me at the beginning of the month that his brothers day was on the Bank Holiday Saturday and that we had all been invited to stay for the weekend . . . but was I going to “stay at home again and ‘spring-clean’ instead!” I told him that even if S wasn’t able to meet me, I still would much prefer to stay in London.

I hadn’t seen S for over a month but we’d spoken on the phone on several occasions and had been exchanging our regular text messages. He’d asked about “this years end-of-season day” hoping it would be changed to a Sunday as he had a family event of his own on the Saturday night that he couldn’t avoid attending. I told him the bad news that it was on Saturday and that I would be taking J and the children to the station early on Saturday morning and he was welcome to come round any time after 10 a.m. if he wished. He replied that he’d be most unpopular at home, but he would definitely make some excuse and sneak away for a couple of hours!.

I returned from taking J and the children to the station and quickly arranged the front-room . . . getting out the sofa-bed and bringing down some extra pillows and cushions . . . whilst I ran myself a bath. I knew that S had been fascinated by our “toy box” last time, so I slid that under the sofa-bed along with some of our DVDs, and set-up some Cds on the stereo. I barely get the chance to listen to my own music anymore as the children seem to be ever-present in the front room with their own music or horrible television programmes, so it was relaxing . . . and exciting . . . to lie back in the bath and hear the gentle sounds of my own music playing downstairs in the front room. It is quite exciting and arousing being able to entertain my lover in my own house and I wanted to make it a special and memorable day for him, even if he could only stay for “a couple of hours”, so as I soaked I thought about what I should wear to welcome him at the front door.

I drained the bath and sat at the mirror and had just started my make-up when my mobile beeped with a text. It was almost 10 and he wanted to know if he could “pop-round yet”. I texted a simple “yes” as my reply and knowing that I would only have a few minutes before he arrived, I decided that finishing my hair and eyes was more important than choosing something to wear . . . and that he would probably enjoy me opening the door just wrapped in my towel anyway! As I finished my lipstick I smeared a little around each of my nipples as well . . . not enough to make them a different colour . . . just a smidgeon to give them a little extra “taste”.

It really was just a few minutes after his text that the door bell rang . . . and I peeked cautiously through the curtains to make sure it was him and not someone canvassing for the European Elections !! We greeted each other with passionate kisses the minute I closed the door and he was unwrapping my towel whilst we still stood embracing in the hallway. He was running his hands down my back and almost instantly leaning forward to suck at my nipples. He noticed the taste straight away, gasping “god” . . . before leaning forward for more. “Do you like that?” I asked. “I can put more on if you like!” He dropped down onto his knees and started kissing and trying to flick his tongue between my lips, but I had my legs clenched together and . . . telling him that I hadn’t “put any lipstick on down there!!” . . . I pulled him up and led him into the front room.

I asked him how long he could stay as I walked around to the dining table to pour some wine. He didn’t answer immediately, just saying how he loved watching me walk “round nude like that”. I handed him his glass and said “well I’d like to see you nude please”. I sat down on the edge of the sofa bed and reached for the remote controls to turn down the music on the stereo slightly and turn on the DVD player. I glanced away from him undressing, just to make sure that the movie was starting correctly on the screen, and then turned back to help him undo his belt and slide down his trousers and pants. His willy popped-out not quite hard, but I could tell he was excited. I leant forward and scooped him into my mouth, reaching round with each hand on his bum cheeks to pull him closer into me. I felt him drop his shirt onto the floor and then him lifting each ankle out of his trousers as I continued with my sucking. He then stood perfectly still, resting his hands on my shoulders as I rocked back and forth with my head. I lifted my face away, giggling and leaning forward again to kiss his, by now completely hard cock and then down a little further to kiss him on his balls. I smacked him on his bum and told him to take his socks off. “I hate it when men keep their socks on!” I told him. He laughed and sat down next to me, saying that I hadn’t given him enough time to get undressed properly.

I dropped down onto my knees on the floor in front of him, pulling his legs apart and replying “that’s because I’ve been so desperate to see you. Now just watch the movie!” I leant forward again and sucked my mouth down onto him. He gasped quite loudly . . . I’m not sure because of what I was saying, or because of what I was doing . . . but I then felt him relax, as I continued stroking my mouth up and down on him. As I lifted up with one stroke to pause open my mouth from him and flick my tongue around the head, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Instead of looking at the action on the TV screen as I’d thought he would be, he had his eyes closed and his lips just opening and closing. I slid my mouth down on him again and then up and down in sliding strokes, trying to lick occasionally to keep my mouth wet and warm. After just a few more strokes I heard him groan in that distinctive, slightly throaty sound, that I know means he has gone past the point of trying to hold back or think of other things. It’s not a particularly loud or long groan, but more just a sign that he has completely relaxed and resigned himself to letting himself come. I’ve known him long enough now to know when he has got to that point. I lifted my mouth away for a moment and could see that little glint of moisture in the eye of his cock. I leant forward again to slide down on him for one more wet sucking motion and then as I lifted up and away I just held him in one hand with my fingers and thumb squeezing him gently, pushing on my wrist with my other hand to aim his cock back against his tummy as I watched him squirt with sudden spurts of white splashing out onto his stomach. He splashed several more times and then as more dribbled out onto my fingers, I stroked them up and down gently. I love holding it like this when it feels nice and warm and wet and gently firm.

He was groaning gently . . . but then gasped loudly as I lifted up on my knees and let him watch as I rubbed both of my slippery hands over my nipples. I then leant forward into him rubbing them over his chest and smearing it over both of us as I lifted up to kiss him and push him back onto the bed. We pulled ourselves up with our backs against the cushions and started to watch the movie playing on the DVD. I rolled over slightly on my side so that I could reach over and keep playing with his willy and his balls . . . “I like to feel it going rubbery and softer” I protested as he kept pulling my hand away. But he insisted it was just ticklish and distracting, rather than arousing, so we just cuddled together and instead of continuing to watch the television started chatting about his commitments that evening . . . and the excuses he’d had to make to get away for the morning.

I got up off the bed to top-up the wine and enjoyed his comments about how “stunning” I looked “in the nude” as I walked back to put the glasses on the coffee table next to the sofa. “I’d rather have her figure” I said as I motioned to the girl on the TV screen who was clearly enjoying the attentions of two men and another woman. But I was enjoying his insistence that I was “sexier by far” as I leant back beside him and he slid his hand down between my legs. He leant forward sucking on my breasts, making me shiver, as he released a splash of wine from his mouth onto first one nipple and then the other. I asked him to put my own glass down onto the table and then lay further back pulling his head down onto my nipples and asking him to “suck my boobs some more”. His free hand was sliding further and further between my legs and I opened them wider to encourage him more. “I’ve got some of our toys under the bed” I told him as he sat up and was beginning to slide down between my, by now, wide open legs. He grinned and knelt down on the floor immediately, pulling out the box with wild excitement. As he lifted it up onto the bed I could see his willy wobbling back into life. He lifted up one of the over-sized dildo’s that J had rather optimistically bought me some years ago, but I shook my head “too big” I giggled. I sat up and instead pulled out a much smaller, but much nicer vibrator. “It’s smooth and curvy. I like this one!” I said and leaned back against the back of the sofa-bed, pulling my heels back to my bottom and spreading myself out for him.

He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs and leaned forward buzzing it over me in exactly the right place straight away. I was groaning my appreciation and looked down at him to make sure he was looking up at me as I started pinching and pulling at my nipples. I love seeing him enjoying me being so naughty, and I was helping him keep the vibro in the right spot by rotating myself slightly in time with his movements, but then feeling myself getting a little too excited, I told him “push him inside now”. I lifted my hips up slightly to help the angle, and then gurgled as he leant forward and started licking at me as well. “I really like that” I was telling him, as he stroked the vibro in and out and was sucking on my clit at the same time. “Out, out” I was telling him, “rub it over me” as he lifted his face away and I reached down with my fingers to spread my lips for him.

I hadn’t really intended for the toys to be anything more than just a bit of fun for me to see his reaction . . . just some initial teasing and playing . . . but the buzzing and tingling and his licking had made me really, really aroused. “Push him in again” I instructed. “Fuck me, fuck me with him!” I had my legs spread wide and had lifted my feet up off the bed . . . and as I looked down at him I could see him watching intently as he pushed it in and out of me. I reached down with both hands to spread my lips open wider and was so worked up I just HAD to finger myself rubbing feverishly over my clit until I came with loud gasps. I rolled over pushing the vibrator and his hands away and just swearing with loud moans as I curled up onto my side, reaching over to pull him into me. “Sorry, cuddle me!”. We lay for quite some time . . . a long time actually . . . me dozing, him occasionally trying to stir me by kissing my neck and back. I would shake him away, telling him “just cuddles at the minute”. Both the DVD and the music had stopped, and I made S get-up to change them. This time I could comment on him. “You’ve got a lovely bottom” I told him as he stood in front of the stereo searching through the Cds. I teased him about his choice of the DVD which he’d already put on, as a huge breasted girl appeared on the screen. He protested that as none of the DVDs had covers his choice had been entirely random. As he came back to join me on the sofa bed I asked “would you prefer mine to be like that though? I’ve always wanted bigger tits” (His wife is quite a bit bigger than me as well, so my question was not quite so joking as I’d tried to make it seem). He answered that he loved my figure just as it was and that he’d never seen nipples as wonderful as mine!. He tried to emphasise the point by wanting to suck at them again, but I told him I still wanted “just cuddles” and he’d have to make do with watching “those big ones bouncing about on the TV”. Eventually though, I needed to excuse myself “for a wee”.

I returned from the bathroom to find that he’d found several of my wands from the toy box. I knelt back down next to him and then pushed him onto his back and rolled over on top of him. “Why am I not surprised you’d find those?” I chastised. We wrestled playfully as he tried to roll me over onto my back. I could feel his willy rubbing hard against me and I reached down to squeeze it and hold onto it as he rolled on top of me. He was sucking at my nipples again and then as I let go of him he slid down my tummy to start licking at my pussy, whilst stretching his arms up my chest and pressing the palms of his hands down on my nipples. I could hear myself groaning and I spread my legs and was soon lifting my hips up and down off the bed again as his tongue swirled around and up and down on me. He sat up and then turned me over onto my tummy. I lifted myself forwards up onto my knees, pulling myself up onto the back of the sofa. His tongue and kisses followed me and I could hear myself getting louder and louder as I felt him spreading my bum cheeks and sliding and pushing his tongue round and down and up and down . . . and round and round.

As he paused, and got up off the bed for a moment, I reached down between my legs . . . wanting to let him see my fingers playing, sliding up from under my pussy to where he’d just been licking, and sliding down over my lips again. “I don’t want the wand” I said as I felt him get back onto the bed. “I haven’t got the wand”, he replied. I felt his fingers sliding gel over me and then him pressing against me.

There’s something about being in your own home, in your own front room, which is so much more relaxing and liberating than being in a hotel room, or someone else’s bed. I wanted to be naughty, really naughty, and wanted to be able to let myself go . . . and I wanted to scream and let him know how aroused I was and how much I was enjoying him being inside. I could hear him gasping as well, his grunts in rhythm with his thrusts and my gasps and moans in time with his. I could feel his hands tightening on my hips and could hear him gasping louder, but I wanted his fingers, so trying to keep my balance in between his thrusts, I reached round to pull one of his hands round in front of me. I could hear him coming, but I was getting closer and closer as well. “Pussy me!” I was gasping as I felt his tummy falling forwards onto my back. He gasped out he was coming, but kept pushing for a few thrusts more and I exploded as well, clamping his fingers on my pussy and then falling forward with loud screams as I felt him popping out and that sudden straining release that comes with that moment.

We just lay, both on our tummies, side by side for ages and ages. He knows I don’t like to be touched at these moments, so we both just lay still. So still, that I dozed off again. Baths, wine, sex . . . always make me sleepy, it doesn’t matter what time of day, or night, it is . . . I always seem to fall asleep afterwards, the bigger the moment the more sleepy I seem to be.

The music had stopped again when I stirred. S was returning from the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat up feeling hot and sweaty . . . it had looked like being a nice day when I’d driven J and the children to the station earlier . . . and now the sun was streaming in through the patio doors and I suddenly realised how warm the room was. “I should really be going” he said. I nodded reluctantly, I’d wanted him to have been able to stay longer (much longer). I suggested he might want to shower first . . . “to wash off the gel and the smell of what you’ve been doing”. He agreed and we gathered his clothes and I led him upstairs to the bathroom. I sat and chatted as he showered. We then returned downstairs to collect his phone and shoes from the front room. He asked if I’d like his help to put the sofa-bed away, but I teased him that as J and the kids were away for the night, he might like to sneak round at midnight for a “sleep-over” of his own. He replied that he really wished that were possible, but . . .

We kissed our goodbyes in the hallway . . . and I collapsed back into the sofa bed, exhausted and happy that we’d been able to enjoy the few hours that we’d had, but sad that I would now be completely alone without company until the next day . . . well . . . alone except for my toy-box!!!

About the author: Edith

Happily married and living in England, Edith has several lovers that keep her very busy. She believes every woman should be able to indulge in a little extra excitement and pleasure from time-to-time.