Alexander was sitting in his favorite armchair with his reading material, occasionally glancing furtively at his wife Beatrice, who had made herself comfortable with a riddle. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. This woman was not only intelligent, but also beautiful. He slowly put his book aside and took a sip from his cup. He leaned over to Beatrice. She looked at him briefly out of the corner of her eye and grinned. “Aha, the cat is back on the cuddle track,” she thought. She was thinking about which word she should write in the boxes when he spoke to her: “Darling?” She gave a short hum in response. He tried again to distract her from her work. “Could you please look at me when I’m talking to you?”
She looked up and was slightly startled because he had slid closer without her noticing and now his warm grey eyes, fixed on hers, held her captive and seemed to glow from within. “I love you,” Alexander whispered to her. “Me too,” she whispered. He flashed his mischievous smile as he asked, “Have I already told you how hot you look today?” Beatrice put her notebook aside. Her concentration suddenly disappeared. Inside, she was unsure what clothes suited her best, but Alexander had an unerring eye for what made her look more than hot, like the black top and skirt she was wearing. Today she had complemented this ensemble with her only pair of high heels.
As an extra, she had also decided to wear silk stockings with suspenders. Beatrice never knew how and what would happen if she dressed up a little more. But she thought she just looked hot today. Alexander pulled her into his arms and she snuggled up to him. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead and let his lips wander lower. A passionate kiss almost took her breath away and she felt him start to nibble on her collarbone with his lips. His hands slid over her neck and down her back. She could practically feel her pulse quickening. Suddenly Alexander broke away from her and left the room. Breathless and surprised, she stood there for a moment, then followed him. Just as she had left the room, she saw him turn back to her from the door.
“I just made sure we weren’t disturbed,” he explained briefly and came towards her. Beatrice felt a wave of heat and stopped dead in her tracks. Something in his voice or his movements caused her panties to become damp. She felt the warmth of his body when he hugged her again and pressed herself against him. Alexander pushed her backwards against the dresser that stood there. When her bottom hit the piece of furniture, he kissed her again and his lips continued to wander over her body. Slowly he pushed her skirt higher and higher. At the touch of his hands, her blood began to rush in Beatrice’s ears. Alexander stopped when his fingertips hit something hard. He looked down and his eyes grew wide. Thoughts swirled around in his head. His gaze fell on the button of her garter belt.
How often had he imagined it. That was a great surprise. Alexander quickly collected his thoughts again and now sat down on his knees in front of her, then he blew a kiss on the inside of her thighs. Beatrice supported herself with both hands as he lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. “Oh God, what is he planning now?” she thought and threw her head back. A gasp escaped her as he began to part her pussy with his tongue through the fabric of her panties. More and more new charges of pleasure shot through her as his breath hit her body. Her breathing became faster and rougher the closer she came to her climax. As if that wasn’t enough, Alexander now moved the fabric of her panties aside a little, pushed two fingers into her already wet pleasure cave and began to move her faster and faster.
Beatrice formed a silent O with her lips. Up until now, Alexander had only gently massaged her pleasure pearl with his tongue and lips, and that alone drove her almost crazy. Her body tensed more and more. A scream, half surprised, half lustful, escaped her when his tongue suddenly hit her clitoris hard. He moved his fingers faster and faster and rotated his tongue more and more demandingly. Now she was ready, with a scream Beatrice felt a barrier burst inside her and she had an orgasm. Slightly exhausted, she pulled Alexander up to her and kissed him passionately. “Now it’s my turn,” she whispered to him and let her lips play teasingly on his earlobe. Alexander grinned, which prompted a questioning look from her. He lifted her up without saying a word and carried her towards the adjoining room.
He stopped on the threshold and turned so that Beatrice was pressed against the doorframe. She had had her arms wrapped around his neck the whole time so as not to fall. Now he somehow managed to free one hand and open his trousers. Slowly he let it slide onto his erect manhood. “You feel so good,” he whispered to her. Beatrice could hardly believe it, she was already close to climaxing again. When he slowly started to move inside her, she simply let herself be carried by every wave of pleasure that his thrusts triggered. Beatrice wanted to try to delay it a little this time, but just a moment later he thrust hard twice. She screamed again. This time it was an even stronger climax than before. Finally he carried her further and laid her on the bed.
Alexander lay down next to her, but before he could come over her again, she swung herself on top of him and pressed him down onto the sheets. When she had done that, she circled her hips, which elicited a lustful hum from him. Beatrice leaned down to him and kissed him deeply. She began to slide deeper and deeper until she was kneeling between his legs in front of the bed. When she took his already throbbing pleasure rod in her hand, Alexander made a throaty noise. Slowly her fingers ran up and down the shaft, while she occasionally rotated her tongue around his velvet tip. This time she wanted to prove to him that he was right not to look at any other woman. She could see that he was enjoying her touch and she had an idea. Carefully she put two fingers around the base of his love bone and took a deep breath.
She had read about what she was doing now, but had never dared to try it. Beatrice closed her eyes and sucked him in so deeply that the tip of her nose touched his flat stomach. For a brief moment she thought she was going to gag, but this fear quickly subsided. Alexander moaned when he finally came, but she still didn’t have enough. Beatrice enjoyed every drop. As she lay down next to him and snuggled into his arm, he whispered in her ear: “You’ve lost a little slut. You’re amazing.” She looked at him, then grinned and giggled: “It looks like it.”
