Wednesday 25th February 2015
Durham
Northeast England
I finished my night-time routine, switched off the light in the en suite, and, in the semi-darkness, climbed into bed. I was naked as usual, and when I got up on one arm to kiss my wife, my obvious arousal touched her thigh below her short nightie.
“Good night, Dean, and don’t be expecting—”
“It’s okay, my love. I’m not expecting anything.” After the peck on the lips, I rolled onto my back, sighed, and stared at the ceiling. Our sex life had steadily reduced over the past couple of years. In more recent months, the most I could expect was a handjob if I were lucky, and that was occurring less frequently. Caroline didn’t want me to provide her with any relief, and she refused to see anyone about it. I’d resigned myself to dealing with it alone in the near future.
She whispered, “Dean, how can you get into bed and already be aroused?”
“I appreciate that you’ve lost interest, but I still have a healthy libido, and you’re an attractive woman.” I laughed. “Apart from that, I’ve spent most of the day in my study reading a steamy romance novel.”
“You can’t blame your unofficial sideline.”
“Maybe if you were reading the story I was reading, you might come to bed thinking about sex.”
“I doubt it.” She stifled a laugh.
We lay in silence for a few minutes, and my pulse raced when I felt a light touch on my left thigh. I was still thinking about the story I was editing and wishing I could be one of the characters. The slowly exploring fingertips touched my throbbing cock.
“Good heavens, Dean,” Caroline laughed. “Perhaps instead of reviewing books, you should write something, but maybe not as racy.”
“I’ve been sent a book of erotica short stories to review next.”
“If it’s going to cause you to lie in bed in this condition, I’d advise against it.”
When her fingers caressed my aching cock, I swallowed and sighed, but louder than before.
“Wait a moment,” Caroline whispered and took her hand away.
I half-turned in confusion as she raised her legs and reached under the duvet. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” she said, with a hint of humour. “The last time I did this for you, my hand got covered.”
I felt a cool, soft material being wrapped around my shaft. “What—”
“They’re satin, so this way, you’ll still enjoy it, and I don’t have to get up and wash my hands afterwards.” She didn’t hold my cock at first but simply played the delicate fabric over and around it, including my balls.
“That’s … that’s nice—”
“Shh … just lie back and enjoy.”
I obeyed as her fingers closed on my satin-wrapped shaft and gently stroked up and down.
It may have been the rising need I’d had all day or the surprise to be given any help from Caroline, but I suspected that the use of her panties helped. I breathed heavily.
Caroline paused briefly, got up on one arm, and brushed her lips on mine. “Is that nice?”
“It’s … wonder … ful—” I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and we kissed passionately as her arm worked steadily. My body responded to the extra special stimulus of the satin. I bucked my hips when the time to release was close, and her slender fingers squeezed a little more tightly, so the intensity of my pleasure increased.
“If my arm … gets tired … I’ll stop—”
“No … please … I’m nearly there.” I was sure she giggled during our kiss. Fear of not being taken all the way was added to my other emotions and took me over the edge. “Mmph … mmph.” I bucked my hips as she squeezed tighter and stroked faster. “I’m coming … I’m—”
“Come … come in … my panties.” She drove her tongue into my mouth.
“Mmm … mmm.” I let go and shot my load into the delicate material, bucking my hips until I was sure it was all over. I continued panting when our kiss ended. “Thank you … Caroline.”
“I still love you.” She pecked me on the lips. “Even if I don’t feel like sex these days.”
“I know you didn’t want to do that, but it felt special.” I clamped my hand over the damp panties and climbed out of bed to go and wash myself.
“Put them in my basket. You may have soiled them, but it’s still my underwear.” She stifled another laugh and rolled over.
I stood in the en suite momentarily, gently wiping myself and looking at the soft, dark red fabric.
That was special.
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