My wife, Christine, recently gave new meaning to the word “quickie.”
We have a great sex life, whenever the pressures of everyday living allow it. It’s not unusual for us to have a candlelight dinner at home, perhaps followed by an X-rated movie or some extended foreplay, and then intense sex. On these occasions Christine indulges me by wearing a wide range of clothes that show off her breasts, ass, and legs. These outfits are so blatantly sexy that they are usually worn only in the privacy of our own house.
One Friday Christine and I were planning one of our romantic dinners at home. We hadn’t had sex since the previous weekend, so I was rather horny, and looking forward to enjoying my wife’s body after dinner.
When I arrived home, Christine was in the kitchen doing some preliminary dinner preparation. She was wearing a cotton blouse and a knee-length skirt, an outfit that surprised me with its ordinariness. After a few minutes of discussing mundane matters of the day, Christine told me that she had a surprise for me, which she would share with me only if I followed her instructions to the letter. That phrase, and past experience, suggested that this was going to be a sexual surprise, so I immediately agreed, feeling my cock stir in anticipation. Christine asked me to remove my suit jacket and tie, which I did. She then placed me so that I was standing with my backside against an island counter in the center of the kitchen, looking toward our family room, which was separated from the kitchen by a love seat. She told me to hold on to the edge of the counter and not to move until she said I could. Then she stood in front of me, about two steps away.
“I’m not wearing any panties under this skirt,” Christine said. My eyes dropped to her hips, but of course there was nothing to see. “I know you’ve fantasized about me wearing skirts with no panties,” she went on, “so I thought I’d give you a little of what you’ve wanted. Now, I’m not going out to dinner or to the store like this, the way you fantasize me doing, but the first part of your surprise is to know that my naked pussy is right here under this skirt. I think you can also look forward to me going without panties here in the kitchen from time to time in the future.”
My cock hardened as I enjoyed the blatant sexuality in Christine’s voice, and the suggestiveness of what she was saying. She continued speaking as she teased me by turning slowly all the way around in front of me, running her hands over her hips and thighs as if to smooth out the fabric of her skirt. She said she knew this skirt was far from the sexiest one she owned, but she had tried on several skirts, trying to find the perfect one to be worn without panties. She thought it would be sexier if the skirt itself was not blatantly revealing. On the other hand, she wanted it to be easy to raise. “Like this,” Christine said, and she reached down to the hem of the skirt and pulled it up to her waist. After treating me to a quick glimpse of her bare Venus mound, she lowered it again. Then she turned around and bent over, flipping the skirt up over her bare ass. Just as quickly, she straightened up and smoothed it down again. Now my cock was really hard.
Turning back to face me, Christine said, “Stay where you are and I’ll continue to show you your surprise.” She moved closer now, and reached for my belt. As Christine removed my pants and underwear she continued, “I figured you were rather horny today, and that if we went to bed after dinner you’d probably come pretty quickly. To help you last longer later, I thought we’d take the edge off before dinner.”
My cock was standing straight out, and throbbing. Christine put her hands on my hips and ever so slowly moved toward my cock, but stopped short of touching it. She went on, “After I’d put this skirt on I decided that you’d especially enjoy knowing that not only was my pussy naked underneath it, but it was also wet. So just before you came home I raised my skirt and played with myself until I could feel my wetness. I know you love it when my pussy is wet. It didn’t take much, since I must admit that planning this little surprise for you had already turned me on.”
Christine had to know that her talk was just as much of a turn-on for me as her fingers. Thinking of her wet pussy, and visualizing her touching herself to get ready for me, made my cock throb even harder. Christine’s fingers now slowly trailed over my cock and balls. After a few seconds she took her hands away, saying, “And now for the final part of your surprise. When I tell you it’s okay to move, you’ll be free to enjoy me in a totally selfish way. I’m expecting you to fuck me with abandon, and to come quickly. After dinner you can make love to me again, and tend to my sexual needs, but for right now a quickie is just what you need.”
With that Christine crossed over to the love seat and bent over it, saying, “Okay, you can move now.” I was over there in a second, my hands immediately on her thighs pushing her skirt up. I was so turned on I didn’t really know what to do first. I wanted to feel Christine’s ass and hips, I wanted to bury myself in her, I wanted to feel her wetness with my hands; but I couldn’t do everything at once. I pressed my cock against her ass cheeks as my hands roamed over her body. In addition to my lust, I felt grateful to her for being so sexy, and for being so wonderfully open and imaginative.
But Christine was right; it was time to fuck her hard. I wouldn’t last long, but it would be great. I found her dripping pussy with my hand and bent my cock down to find its target, then buried myself as deeply as I could inside her. It was fantastic! With my hands holding on to Christine’s hips, I thrust in and out of her just as she had invited me to do, until I came so hard I thought I was going to fall over.
It’s been about a month since that first special quickie. Christine has repeated her surprise several times, and each time has been better than the last. I love having the freedom to be a selfish lover, knowing that we’ll be in bed again in just an hour or two.
—F.T., Athens, Georgia