Our New Toy - Sex Stories

Our New Toy

... face. “I'm right here waiting for you, my love. I'll meet you in our room.” Smiling, I put my phone down and go to the freezer, filling a bowl with ice. I want to put the toy in it, to keep it nice and cold for later use. Bringing it into the bedroom, I put it on my bedside table. Hopping into the shower, I let my fingers explore my body, thinking of my sweet Meghan and the way she touches me. My nipples standing at attention, squeezing my breasts, letting out soft gasps of desire. Still refusing myself the orgasm I desperately crave. Once out of the shower, I dry my hair and put on a simple lace teddy. It has already gotten dark outside at only 4:45 in the afternoon. But it is also one of Meghan's favorite things, making love in a candle lit room. Who can blame her though? It is pretty romantic. The sound of keys at the door let me know she is home, which sends a rush of excitement deep into my core. She takes no time and comes straight to the room, where I'm on the bed, ready to relish in my wife. I want to taste every inch of her body, to make her so overwhelmed in lustful need of me. “Well, hello there, good looking. How you doin'?” I say it with my thickest New York accent, which sounds so incredibly cheesy, but it makes her smile every time. “You, you're such a tease! Do you know how hard it is to work knowing your wife is at home ready to pounce you the moment you get home?” “Aw, does someone have an ache that needs to be caressed?” Kneeling up, I move towards the ...

... edge of the bed, pulling her closer by her belt. She's in a black skirt, that goes right above her knees, with an off white blouse. I keep her where she is, holding onto her belt still, with my other hand working up and under her skirt. I let my fingers dance up from the thigh highs she has on, moving towards her sex, but not touching just yet. I can feel the goose bumps form quickly. “Do I ever. My wife is a beautiful, sexy, wonderful tease,” the last word a quiet whisper, as she steps out of her heels. “If you ask me, you've got yourself a kick ass wife.” Brushing my fingers along her panties, as I say this, I look at her with a coy smile. “Mmm, oh yes, she is. She's the best, I surely can't complain.” Cupping my face, she leans down to meet my level, before kissing me deeply. Her tongue plunging into my mouth, softly moaning against my lips. I let go of her belt, and with one hand begin to remove her blouse. Each button giving away fairly easily, with my other hand still teasing at her panties. Dragging my fingernails along the cotton fabric, she grinds a little onto my hand, wanting more friction. When I manage to remove all her buttons, she pulls it off, taking her belt off herself, as her skirt falls away from her hips. Gently she guides me onto my back, so she can straddle me, her legs on either side of me, her hips grinding. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Her dark skin glowing softly in the light of the candles, I can't help but ...