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Following her, I slip out of my coat and toss it on the back of the living room sectional. Next, I loosen my bowtie then pull it over my head. I fling it over my shoulder playfully. “And how are you feeling right now?”
She pivots, waiting for me to catch up to her. Then, she’s working furiously at my shirt buttons. When my button-down is on the ground, she runs her hands over my chest and pecs like she’s blind and is trying to get a visual with her hands. I let out a low, growly moan, loving the sensation of her hands on my body.
“Does that feel good?” she asks.
“It does,” I say. “Try a little lower.”
Lennox smirks at me as she unbuttons my pants and pushes them down along with my boxers. She surveys my growing erection, then her eyes snap to mine. “I trust you,” she says, a little out of left field.
“Glad to hear it. Turn around.”
She lets me unhook her dress and pull the zipper down to the top curve of her ass. Carefully, she steps out of the gown and then drapes it on the back of the couch like it’s precious. I reach for her, trying to strip her naked so I can make love to her right on this couch, but she slips right out of my hands.
“Follow me, Mr. Hessler. There’s something I want to try.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, glancing down at my eager cock that really is not in the mood for any games. I just want to bury it into my sexy wife, then fall asleep with her in my arms.
“Bath,” Lennox says over her shoulder. I follow her through the living room, then the bedroom. She sheds her strapless bra as she walks, tossing it over her shoulder and right into my face. I laugh as I toss it aside, just in time for her underwear to hit me square in the chest.
“As much as I’m liking the moving strip show, how about you stand still so I can put my head between your thighs?” I smirk.
“Tempting,” she says, now completely naked. Her pert nipples look hard as diamonds, begging for attention. I bite the inside of my cheek when she bends over to reach under the bathroom cabinet, flashing me her swollen pussy from behind. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to pin her against the countertop and have my way. Instead, I’m patient, wonderingwhat the hell is her game?
She straightens up with a bottle of bath oil in her hand. It takes me a moment to understand what she’s suggesting.
“Really?” I ask, eyes wide. “Tonight?”
“I want to try everything with you, Dex.”
“You never have before?” I ask.
She shakes her head in reply, looking at me with eager eyes.
I blow out a deep breath. I don’t know about this. “Len, you’re drunk,” I say.
“I’ve been drinking. I’m not drunk.” She holds her arms out and spins around. “See?”
I chuckle. “Pretty sure a drunk person could do that.”
She narrows her light brown eyes. “Stop teasing. You’re my husband, and I want to give you this. A first for me. This is me, asking for what I want. Let’s just try it. If we hate it, we don’t have to do it again.”
I can assure her I won’t hate it. Unless it hurts her. That’d be more than enough to deter me further. An easy lie would be to tell her I’m not in the mood for anal, but my throbbing, hard cock gives me away. “Turn the water on, then.” I point to the tub.
After setting the oil on the ledge of the tub, she turns the hot water knob all the way, then the cold knob one rotation. She plugs the tub, then rises, nothing left to do. Crossing her arms, she covers her tits.
“Nuh-uh. Drop your arms. I want to see you. Every single inch of what’s mine.”
She does as I say but rubs her toes anxiously against the tile floor. She’s shivering, but between the heated floors and the steam coming off the hot running water, she can’t be cold. It’s all nerves. I quickly cross the room and pull her into my arms. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Reaching between our bodies, I run my finger against her slit, feeling her wetness. “This is more than enough to keep me a happy man forever.”
She nuzzles into my bare chest. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just want you in every single way. I want sex to be our adventure. Likes and dislikes, yesses and no’s. We still have so much to learn aboutwhat being together means.” She grips the tip of my cock, massaging it in her small hand.
“Okay, bend over. Hands on the ledge.” She must think I’m going to take her from behind like this because she hunches over and grips the edge of the tub like she’s bracing for pain. Instead, I grab the oil, and drip it over her shoulders, down her back, thenover her ass. I thoroughly coat between her ass cheeks, ensuring she’s drenched in oil, before I push my finger into her tightest hole. She shudders but pushes her hips backward, taking my finger deeper. After pumping my hand a few times, I add another finger. She blows out a deep breath as I grab the bottle of oil, recoating her and my hand.
“Fuck, Len. That’s so tight. How do you feel?”
“Full,” she groans. “It feels good.”
By now, the tub is filled enough. Pulling my fingers away, I climb into the bath, enjoying the feeling of hot water covering my feet and ankles. I help Lennox in. She stands, her back against my chest. Pinching her nipples one by one, I murmur in her ear. “We’ll go slow.”