Page 20 of Indulgence
There was one big secret—or surprise perhaps was a better word—I kept from Natalie. It would open a series of doors to endless possibilities for us, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. This new side hadn’t entirely taken over the old Matteo. I still had a lot of research to do on that surprise and I wasn’t quite finished with that process yet. Plus, we needed to walk before we ran.
Her towel slipped down, exposing the tops of her breasts, nearly forgotten at the thought of something new to try. “What are we going to do with it?”
“First”—I ran my middle finger down the length of her arm and then dropped it to the apex of her thighs—“I’m going to play my fill with your little sweet spot. Then I’ll slip that”—I tapped the box—“inside you. I’ll sit in the chair I set up over there and watch you come in the middle of this bed with your legs wide open for me.”
She panted lightly against my skin as she rested her forehead on my chest. Her nub swelled under the barest of touches, the promise for more hanging in the air. A moment later, the towel dropped to the floor, and Natalie reached for my erection. She stroked it up and down through my pants, gripping it firmly. “You’ll come with my eyes staring at your pretty pussy. Seeing each clench of those walls as I add more and more until you can’t take anymore.”
She was so hot her heat was almost burning my fingers. “Jesus, Matt.”
Her fingers squeezed my cock as she desperately wanted to come, so I pulled the box from her hand and popped the lid off. It was fully charged, I made sure earlier.
“Open,” I instructed as I pulled the device free. Her lips parted, jaw slacked, and I slipped the hot pink oval over her tongue. “Get it wet, love.”
She licked it as if it were my cock. I didn’t miss the fire in her eyes as she stared at me. Her annoyance over not coming a moment ago flared as she ran her tongue around it, trying to temp me, to make me crazier for her. It only fueled my desire to sit back and watch her come from my hand without me even touching her.
I gave the tail of the toy a quick tug, and Natalie dropped it from her mouth. “Lift your leg onto the bed or turn around, your choice.”
She turned and leaned down on the bed resting on her elbows. She glanced back over her shoulder with her desire practically throbbing through her veins. Her nipples were taut. Her skin flushed. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. A glisten sparkled from the apex of her thighs.
My dick throbbed.
Natalie shifted from foot to foot as I slid the soft silicone into her. I pulled it back and slipped it in again and again until I had the app up on my phone. I turned the vibration on. As the buzzing woke up Nat’s nerve endings once more, I pushed the toy in deep and stood back to admire the view.
“Climb onto the bed, love.” My voice was hoarse. All the blood had rushed down to my steel-hard length.
She followed instructions and crept slowly to the center of the bed, giving me a prolonged look at the swollen flesh between her legs. I stepped back until my legs hit the chair in the corner of our bedroom. I sat; my focus still glued to the center of Natalie.
Tapping the screen on my phone, I changed the steady vibration to a patterned wavelength. Natalie jumped in reaction and then her arms weakened a tad as her head lulled down.
“Lie on your back and spread your legs for me, love,” I told her as I freed my straining dick from my pants. “Get comfortable.”
She did as I asked, and when she centered herself in the middle of all the pillows on our bed, I saw she was approaching another level of arousal. One thing I quickly learned during this whole new foray was that it wasn’t necessarily what we were doing that turned Natalie on, it was that I was the one doing it to her.
We’d been dabbling in this spiced-up life for a little while, but on the nights we just had plain old sex, Natalie still came all the same. I worried that regular missionary style sex would never get my wife off again, but I was wrong. It was as if, just by my being more in tune with what she wanted, she was free.
I stroked myself up and down to the sight of her wetness. “Tell me what you feel, sweetheart.”
She caught sight of my straining erection, swollen and veiny in my hand and she was transfixed, my command forgotten. So, I upped the intensity of the toy.
“Argh.” Her body spasmed slightly. “I feel full and a lot of pressure on my g-spot.”
My hand dipped down to cup my balls. “You’re supposed to feel it there.”
She moaned my name as though it were her salvation.
I tapped my finger to the screen, and she moaned again. “Does that feel good?” I asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Let me see you strum your sweet little clit, love. I can see it begging for attention.”
She complied, and as she circled her finger around it, I fisted my length again and stroked, no intention of stopping until we were both satisfied. “You look beautiful. I could only imagine what someone would think watching you enjoy yourself like I am now. And a man sitting here, watching it all unfold and wishing he could suck one of those rosy tips between your fingers into his mouth.”
Her breathing sped up as if it were in the last lap of the Daytona 500. Her back curved slightly as she arched off the bed, and her fingers moved faster and faster.
“Do you know what the best part would be, Nat?” She was so lost in the fantasy, seconds from coming, she couldn’t answer. “When he growls as your sweet little cunt”—the vulgarity of that statement set her off as her orgasm barreled through her body—"clamps down on my fingers. When you come for me, jealousy flares in his eyes for all to see. He wanted to feel everything I felt. He wanted your heat, but it’s mine. It’s all for me, and I don’t want to share that with him. He should be happy I let him see the beauty of you coming at all. You’re a fucking goddess.”
Her attention focused solely on me as she lifted her fingers from her clit and licked them, mewling. A few tugs later, I was coming onto my stomach as Natalie slowly pulled the toy from her body, putting on a show just for me.
A half hour later, curled up in bed together with Natalie’s breath ghosting through my chest hair I asked, “Did you like that tonight?”
In the past, I’d never thought to ask about what Natalie liked and didn’t like in the bedroom. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I never wanted her to sneak off to the shower to achieve her orgasm again.
