The Letter - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 3

... rival. Jess looked bemused. “That? That was meant to be fun . I thought it would turn you on…Rob?” “It did, Jess, it does. Fuck, Jess, I love the idea of you using that on me, but…” “But what?” Jess closed the laptop and stood in front of me. How could I phrase this delicately? “Jess, do I still turn you on?” “What?” “Am I enough for you?” “Rob, I…” I held a finger to her lips. “Without the sex aids. Do I still arouse you without the dildos, the nylons, the pissing and that fucking whip? Jess took a step away from me, her expression like that of a puppy who’d just been scolded for peeing on the carpet. I felt awful. What was I chastising her for? Right at that moment I should have been heading for the bedroom and merrily plunging into a butt-fucking escapade of unimaginable pleasure. I’d dreamed about being fucked by Jess, I wanted to know how it felt to be sodomised by her. Why was I jeopardising that? Had I gone completely mad? “Jess,” I caught her arm and drew her in close. “I love you so much but things have gone too far. When’s the last time we made love? Not sex, love . There’s a difference.” Jess shrugged and a fat tear rolled down her cheek. I hugged her tighter, squishing her soft breasts against my chest. “Oh Jess, I can’t believe I’m complaining about our sex life but for once, just once, do you think we could do things the old fashioned way? I need to know I’m still enough for you.” “Of course you are, silly,” she sighed. “I don’t need any toys, Rob, I just like ...

... them. I enjoy them even more when you take part.” I hung my head. “Just for once, can we make love ?” Jess pouted. “Please?” “No whip?” “No.” “No dildo?” “Not tonight.” “And no stockings?” Oh my God I’d just shot myself in the foot! Jess saw my face blanch and smirked victoriously. “Tell you what, I’ll do away with the whip and dildo but keep nylons in play, ok?” “Thank you Jess,” I whispered gratefully. “Just for tonight, mind. I still want to fuck you Robert. I want to see that big cock of mine disappear right up your tight little ass!” I groaned. “Oh Jess, you’re a demon!” My cock gave an almighty twitch, a fact that didn’t escape my horny wife’s notice. She grinned at me playfully. “Oh Robert I do adore you but you don’t really want to make love the traditional way, do you?” Jess let out a long sigh and took my face between her carefully manicured fingers. Her soft red lips met mine with a kiss so tender I melted. Her lips parted and I tasted her sweet, hot breath as her tongue slipped inside my mouth. She hitched her tight skirt upwards over her slender thighs and straddled my lap. Her legs, swathed in nude hold-ups, encircled me. “For you,” she breathed. My hands targeted her thighs, stroking the silky material of her stockings and tweaking the lacy tops. My erection hardened rapidly. “Should I take those off?” she teased. “NO, no…keep them on.” I begged. “Oh Jess I want you so much.” Jess smiled the most devilishly sexy smile. She flicked her leg agilely over my body ...