We don’t normally worry too much about clothes in our house. Mrs Postman is a phlebotomist who spends her workingRed Dress form Back day in overalls; I work from home as a writer/journalist, so I can wear what I like. In addition, we’ve been naturists for over 20 years and if we decide we’re not going to wear clothes around the house, then we don’t.
The exception is when we’re going out for a special meal – birthdays, anniversaries and the like. Then, we enjoy putting on our finery. And I can’t deny that seeing Mrs Postman in one of her favourite outfits still brings out something in me – and after 27 years together, she still feels the same way.
This story happened a few years ago as we were preparing to go out on the anniversary of our first date. That had been a blind date, but that’s another story.
We had both booked the day off work (I was working for a major regional newspaper at the time) and had been enjoying an afternoon out in the late-October sunshine. As soon as we got home, I ran a bath and climbed in while Mrs Postman sorted through our wardrobe to find the evening’s outfits. A few minutes later, she joined me in the tub and we enjoyed a few minutes soaping the day’s cares off each other and generally getting in a relaxed and romantic mood.
Then, we got out, dried ourselves off and began dressing for the evening. Or that’s that we should have done. Instead, I gave her a big hug and we stood together naked in the bathroom, her breasts against my chest and my increasingly firm erection between us.
We glanced at the clock on the wall: Yes, we did have time. So we walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom, put our clothes for the evening back in the wardrobe and lay down, side by side, on the bed.
I prefer to lie on my front in bed; Mrs Postman likes to be on her back. It was the perfect position for what came next. We kissed deeply and once again threw our arms around each other, me with my hands resting on her butt cheeks, she holding me tight in a bear-hug.
That kiss seemed to go on forever before I moved down her body, kissing both sides of her neck and making my way down to her chest. I sucked deeply on one nipple and watched as it grew in front of me. Then I moved across her chest, this time taking the whole of her breast in my mouth.
Quickly, she grasped the back of my head and pushed me down towards her stomach. Covering it with kisses as I went, I was soon down among her most secret places. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips, lapping extravagantly and getting deeper inside her with every movement. I felt her clit swelling with excitement as her juices began to flow, covering my lips and tongue with that wonderful texture.
One final probe and she cried out “I’m coming, yes, I’m coming! Ohhhhhh….’’ as the feelings overwhelmed her and her body shook underneath me.
I was sure she could do no more, yet within seconds she leaned over, took a firm hold of my penis and began swirling her tongue around the exposed glans. As she poked the tip of her tongue into the opening, I almost exploded with excitement there and then. Yet somehow I was able to contain my feelings as she began moving her right hand up and down my cock, expert movements helping it to grow inch-by-inch until I had the largest erection I had been able to enjoy in a very long time. I was desperate to slide inside her but I was made to wait, pushed almost to the point of no return as she weaved the tip of her tongue around my glans and continued moving her hands across my most sensitive areas, one quickly sliding around my penis as the other slowly caressed my butt.
When she was finally ready for me, my beautiful wife lay back on the bed, her hands clasped around her boobs and stroking her nipples until they stood out prominently. Then I slid my dick inside her, slowly at first but soon building up a perfect rhythm. The sight of her playing with herself so wildly while I pounded away had us both excited. I seemed to be able to go on for ever, the feel of her juices around my cock helping to keep me wet and willing.
Eventually, I could stand it no longer. I was determined that she would get the chance to enjoy every drop of my man-juice and I let go the most fantastic stream of spunk deep into her pussy. ‘Uuh, uuh, uuh, yeess, I’m coming, here I am, here I am, here I am!” I roared as we both came together, her juices mingling with mine in an orgasmic explosion that was amazing.
Finally spent, we lay sweating and panting on the bed, gently stroking each other and reminding ourselves how good a wonderful sexual relationship between man and wife can be.
After a while, I got up, headed to the bathroom and ran another bath. Sure, we needed to soak off the sweat but our lovemaking that evening wasn’t finished yet. After a few minutes in the tub, we climbed out, lay together naked on the luxurious mat in the lounge and spent a while kissing each other all over before we got dressed and went out for the evening.
Something like that could only be followed by the most wonderful meal, and it was. And later that evening, we strolled home in the moonlight. Once inside, we quickly ran upstairs, closed the bedroom door behind us, threw off those fancy clothes and got ready to make love once more. Our anniversary celebration that year lasted well into the early hours of the following day…..
The exception is when we’re going out for a special meal – birthdays, anniversaries and the like. Then, we enjoy putting on our finery. And I can’t deny that seeing Mrs Postman in one of her favourite outfits still brings out something in me – and after 27 years together, she still feels the same way.
This story happened a few years ago as we were preparing to go out on the anniversary of our first date. That had been a blind date, but that’s another story.
We had both booked the day off work (I was working for a major regional newspaper at the time) and had been enjoying an afternoon out in the late-October sunshine. As soon as we got home, I ran a bath and climbed in while Mrs Postman sorted through our wardrobe to find the evening’s outfits. A few minutes later, she joined me in the tub and we enjoyed a few minutes soaping the day’s cares off each other and generally getting in a relaxed and romantic mood.
Then, we got out, dried ourselves off and began dressing for the evening. Or that’s that we should have done. Instead, I gave her a big hug and we stood together naked in the bathroom, her breasts against my chest and my increasingly firm erection between us.
We glanced at the clock on the wall: Yes, we did have time. So we walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom, put our clothes for the evening back in the wardrobe and lay down, side by side, on the bed.
I prefer to lie on my front in bed; Mrs Postman likes to be on her back. It was the perfect position for what came next. We kissed deeply and once again threw our arms around each other, me with my hands resting on her butt cheeks, she holding me tight in a bear-hug.
That kiss seemed to go on forever before I moved down her body, kissing both sides of her neck and making my way down to her chest. I sucked deeply on one nipple and watched as it grew in front of me. Then I moved across her chest, this time taking the whole of her breast in my mouth.
Quickly, she grasped the back of my head and pushed me down towards her stomach. Covering it with kisses as I went, I was soon down among her most secret places. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips, lapping extravagantly and getting deeper inside her with every movement. I felt her clit swelling with excitement as her juices began to flow, covering my lips and tongue with that wonderful texture.
One final probe and she cried out “I’m coming, yes, I’m coming! Ohhhhhh….’’ as the feelings overwhelmed her and her body shook underneath me.
I was sure she could do no more, yet within seconds she leaned over, took a firm hold of my penis and began swirling her tongue around the exposed glans. As she poked the tip of her tongue into the opening, I almost exploded with excitement there and then. Yet somehow I was able to contain my feelings as she began moving her right hand up and down my cock, expert movements helping it to grow inch-by-inch until I had the largest erection I had been able to enjoy in a very long time. I was desperate to slide inside her but I was made to wait, pushed almost to the point of no return as she weaved the tip of her tongue around my glans and continued moving her hands across my most sensitive areas, one quickly sliding around my penis as the other slowly caressed my butt.
When she was finally ready for me, my beautiful wife lay back on the bed, her hands clasped around her boobs and stroking her nipples until they stood out prominently. Then I slid my dick inside her, slowly at first but soon building up a perfect rhythm. The sight of her playing with herself so wildly while I pounded away had us both excited. I seemed to be able to go on for ever, the feel of her juices around my cock helping to keep me wet and willing.
Eventually, I could stand it no longer. I was determined that she would get the chance to enjoy every drop of my man-juice and I let go the most fantastic stream of spunk deep into her pussy. ‘Uuh, uuh, uuh, yeess, I’m coming, here I am, here I am, here I am!” I roared as we both came together, her juices mingling with mine in an orgasmic explosion that was amazing.
Finally spent, we lay sweating and panting on the bed, gently stroking each other and reminding ourselves how good a wonderful sexual relationship between man and wife can be.
After a while, I got up, headed to the bathroom and ran another bath. Sure, we needed to soak off the sweat but our lovemaking that evening wasn’t finished yet. After a few minutes in the tub, we climbed out, lay together naked on the luxurious mat in the lounge and spent a while kissing each other all over before we got dressed and went out for the evening.
Something like that could only be followed by the most wonderful meal, and it was. And later that evening, we strolled home in the moonlight. Once inside, we quickly ran upstairs, closed the bedroom door behind us, threw off those fancy clothes and got ready to make love once more. Our anniversary celebration that year lasted well into the early hours of the following day…..
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