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|**--| Sunday Tease M/F
|----| by Monocle (monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com) _|____|_
(O) o A sexy gets what she's asking for.
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Sunday Tease by Monocle
A word about my wife. She's beautiful, smart, sexy, kind, and funny.
Her hair is auburn and she's a half head shorter than I am. Her bright
hazel eyes are the most expressive I've seen outside the cinema. Don't ask
me about her measurements, I don't know and I don't care. I keep them on a
piece of paper in my wallet in case I need or want to buy something for
her. I can tell you is her are the perfect size - just more than a
generous handful each - and that her tight belly and flared hips are
absolutely perfectly designed, inside and out, for the making of babies.
Certainly they had inspired many, many such attempts over the past few
years. She's _my_ wife, in most ways the embodiment of my greatest
emotional and physical desires. If you see someone different when read
this, so be it.
She wore it to tease me. She told me once she had bought it on a whim
in college, worn it to a party or two, but then chickened out and settled
on something slightly longer, slightly less daring. She'd worn it for me a
handful of times, in private. It _was_ daring. Enough so that some people
would use other, less kind, descriptive terms. The black leather came just
fractions of an inch below the smiles of her asscheeks - and that was when
she stood straight on her smooth, toned legs. The first time I saw it I
couldn't imagine that bending over or sitting down would _not_ reveal far
more than polite company permitted. The waistline was also quite low,
hugging her full hips. It almost looked more like a fat leather belt than
Her top didn't help either. The thin white blouse was unbuttoned, with
the tails tied in front. This showed three things. First, it bared her
midriff and confirmed that her belly was still one of the sexiest sites on
planet Earth. Even swollen with growing child, it had sparked no end of
lust in me. Six months after the blessed event, only she and I could see
any real difference. I found the few lasting changes even more sexy -
symbols of our ultimate sexual and creative act - and did my best to show
her that. Second, the way the fabric of the blouse was filled showed that
our child continued to make my wife's already gorgeous truly
breathtaking orbs. Third, said were at the moment unrestrained
(and only partially hidden) by anything other than the nearly translucent
blouse. Sandals that were basically only thin black straps barely holding
wafer-like soles on her feet before twining halfway up her calves completed
Worst of all, we were cleaning house, taking advantage of the baby's
downtime to catch up on the basics. Laundry, sweeping, odd jobs. The
bundle of joy was down for the count, snoozing for an almost guaranteed two
hours one floor and hallway away. I had wondered why she had disappeared
into the bedroom after the nap started, but stopped when she came back
down, dressed like she was, with the laundry basket. She passed by me as I
swept the front hallway, and I couldn't help but reach for her waist. She
danced out of my way, my fingers barely grazing her curved side, and
disappeared in the direction of the laundry room, leaving behind the barest
hint of spicy scent. I cursed inwardly because I had missed her coming
down the stairs. I had little doubt that that view would have been
heavenly. I finished sweeping with my cock as hard as the broom handle.
The next hour-plus was more of the same. We did chores, sometimes in
different parts of the house, sometimes in the same room. I found myself
losing concentration more often as time went by. When picking up things to
put away, I found myself taking the long way, just to sneak a glimpse of
her in another room. On the third such detour I had to stop and stare.
She was bent over the dining room table dusting. I was right about the
skirt not being able to hide anything that way. Even less is hidden, I
discovered, if the wearer forgoes panties. Between her slightly parted
legs I could easily see the lightly furred outer lips of her pussy, just
visible under the black leather hem. Her rump and thighs jiggled and shook
a little as she polished the table surface with sweeps of the dustcloth. I
almost dropped the drinking glass I was carrying to the kitchen, but had
the small presence of mind to put it on a shelf before making my way over
to her. My gaze darted back and forth from the enticing fuzz and flesh
peeking from beneath the tiny skirt to her full, taught blouse. But before
I finished crossing the living room, she was done. She stood straight and
turned to me, hiding her lower charms - barely - behind their leather
cover, and innocently displaying her upper charms (and I should mention
that her heart shaped face, sparkling eyes, and lush lips are truly
captivating, even when the rest of her is in shapeless cotton sweats). She
smiled, flicked the dustcloth at me, and giggled as she disappeared through
the kitchen to the basement in a flash of curls. I was left in mid stride,
hand half extended towards now-empty space, painter's pants tented and
A few minuets later, I was sorting kitchen items in a low cabinet when
something pinched my left buttock - hard. I flinched and hit my head on
the cabinet top. As I pulled out cursing and rubbing my head she warned me
to be quiet or I'd wake the baby, then walked slowly away, hips moving in
ways evolved to guarantee continuation of the human species.
I stumbled back to work, my equilibrium seriously disturbed. I welcomed
the buzz of the dryer and almost ran to gather the clothes and set out on
the usually mind-numbing task of sorting socks and t-shirts in the den. No
relief there, I discovered. My cock throbbed anew every time I uncovered a
pair of her from the pile. The whites have some of her sheerest
and laciest things... Somehow, I continued to fold.
Then she walked in, sat down on the loveseat across from the couch, and
joined in with the laundry. Of course, I stopped in mid fold as she sat,
because her skirt could not help but ride up as she settled. And with that
scrap of clothing, it didn't take much movement to reveal wonders. My
hungry eyes devoured her creamy thighs, catching hints of other delights in
the shadowed depths between. I just couldn't move my eyes away. A moment
later my view was blocked, and I became momentarily annoyed at the
obstruction, until I realized that it was her thinly covered bosoms. She
had leaned forward to pick up a group of socks to sort. She caught my eyes
as she leaned back to work. She was poker faced, but I have no doubt that
my expression could have been read across state lines.
A sock fell from the bunch, landing at her feet. With nonchalance, she
set the pile next to her and leaned forward to pick it up. Though she
didn't have to, she parted her legs a little to reach between them for the
errant clothing. Instantly, I could see everything. Her puffy vulva were
full, the soft nether lips parted ever so slightly. Never had I seen
anything more luscious and inviting. She leaned back again, having
retrieved the sock, and started sorting. She did not close her legs. My
gaze traveled up to her face, now turned to the task at hand, then moved to
her slowly rising and falling chest - where her nipples clearly pressed
into the thin fabric - down her belly, and finally back to her
not-so-hidden most private area. There, the faint glisten of moisture
along her silky slit finally pushed me over the edge.
With a low growl I stood up and stepped over the table, crossing to her
in a second, stepping one leg between hers as she innocently looked up at
me with feigned surprise. I bent over and reached out, touching her in
three places simultaneously. My mouth found hers and pressed a fierce
kiss. My left hand covered her right breast, rubbing and squeezing the full
flesh through the sheer fabric. My right hand slid smoothly between her
thighs to cup her pussy, middle finger pushing between the wet folds and
curling into her.
She gasped, eyes gazing into mine before closing as our tongues began to
dance. My eyes closed as well as I felt her hands trail up my legs to my
waist, find my belt and unbuckle it. My hands remained busy, one massaging
a breast, the other now rubbing up and down her slit. She moaned softly
into my kiss, opened my pants, hooked the waist with her fingers and pulled
my pants and briefs to my knees. My now aching cock sprung out straight
and I groaned, happy to be freed from the increasingly uncomfortable
confines. Just how big I am is another thing I won't tell you. All I care
about is that she seems to like its dimensions.
She broke our kiss. I could see she was flushed and breathing harder as
she pushed my hand away from her so that she could lean forward
towards me, her soft hair running down my chest and stomach as I still
stood bent over her. My right hand stayed firmly between her legs, which
now opened slowly, enticingly. My index finger pressed slowly in and out
of her snug entrance, and my thumb ran up and down her furrow to graze her
Next was my turn to gasp as I felt her hot mouth envelope my cock,
followed by delicate fingers both wrapping around the base and cupping my
balls. I stopped all movement for a moment to relish the sensation of her
hands and mouth on me as her lips and tongue slid across my sensitive
shaft. Her head bobbed once, twice, and thrice and I was in heaven, finally
remembering to reciprocate with my right hand. My left hand now traced its
way around her back and up towards her head. I planned on entangling my
fingers in her hair, to make sure she kept on doing what she was doing
right now. But she had other plans.
She pushed forward, swallowing more of my cock, nudging her head into my
stomach. Not paying attention, I leaned back, losing my balance. My pants
and the table edge prevented me from stepping back far enough and I fell
backward to land sitting down hard on the laundry-covered coffee table. My
hands slipped from her neck and pussy, flailing for balance. My cock
popped out of her mouth audibly, and now gleamed wetly in the open air.
Thankfully, that table had stood up to worse already, so the only damage
done was to my fulfillment. She seized the opportunity to jump up and
start running out of the room, giggling again.
I stood as quickly as I could, yanked my pants up high enough that I
wouldn't trip over them, and took off after her, my erection preceding me.
She led me around the bottom floor of the house on a merry chase, thought
he dining room and kitchen to the front hall back around again. In the
back of my mind I realized that anyone who happened to be passing our front
windows on the street would be able to see quite the sight - a rampant tearing through the house after a scantily clad minx. We were making
little noise, but enough to worry me about waking the baby. And at the
moment, I wanted nothing to interrupt what I had planned for her.
I caught her in the front hallway at the foot of the stairs. She was
trying to cheat, in my book anyway. Heading upstairs would make it even
harder to be quiet enough. But I was lucky. Her sandals had little grip
on the tile floor in front of the stairs and she slipped and skidded a bit
as she turned left to reach them. Her right leg slid out a bit and she had
to catch herself on the banister with her right hand and the third step
with her left. This left her, for just a second bent over and open legged.
I was just behind her, and the delay gave me just the moment I needed. I
barely had time to appreciate the pose, right leg straight and angled to
the side, left leg bent, waist bent and revealing all her sweetness under
the tiny skirt. Then I was upon her.
My hands grabbed her hips just where they flared from her waist as I
came up behind her. Blindly, working on instinct and experience alone, I
pulled back on her and jabbed forward with my hips. My aim was true. I
connected, the head of my cock dividing her outer lips and plunging in,
sinking to the hilt into her resisting passage. Her leather covered ass
slapped into my abdomen as we converged.
She cried out in surprise and we both froze at the noise. We paused for
almost half a minute like that, listening anxiously for noises from
upstairs. My cock throbbed inside her and I marveled at how tight she
still was, or rather was once again. I noticed little difference from
before the child. If anything things were better, as she had learned quite
a bit about internal muscle control during her pregnancy and post-partum.
As the silent seconds ticked by, she started flexing inside, squeezing one
part of my cock, then another, almost like she was milking it with her
In the end I stopped listening for noises. I pulled out of her almost
all the way and shoved home again. This time she grunted, but much more
quietly. I loved the feel of her hips in my hands, loved the power of
pushing her off and pulling her onto my cock. I did it a few more times,
reveling in the hot intimate embrace. Buried in her once again I slid my
hands to her blouse and untied the knot. The blouse fell open and I reach
up with both hands to cup her full breasts. Now I pulled out of her
gently, and pulled her back onto me with a gentle tug on her orbs. I found
her nipples between pairs of fingers and pinched them gently as I guided
her this new way.
Now I was hunched over her, my head on her left shoulder, almost
breathing into her ear. Her legs were now equilibrated, planted more than
shoulder width apart and bent at the knees. Both her hands were now on the
step as she arched her back and raised her ass to allow me to push deeper
into her. Her body shuddered against and around me as I pressed into her
and gently kneaded her tits. I felt a trickle of wetness on my fingers as
they squeezed out a little bit of her milk. I pumped slowly in and out of
her steamy slit, bringing my left hand to my mouth to taste her milk, then
sliding it around her hip, under the taught hem of her miniskirt to tease
her clit with my fingertips. I whispered to her that this is what happens
to little teases like her. She moaned quietly in reply and humped back at
me, widening her legs so I could reach her delicacies more easily.
I wanted her to climax first, wanted her to be undistracted, or at least
little so, when she felt me inside her. I held back and stopped moving
my hips, concentrating on her and clit with my hands, nibbling on
her neck and earlobe, whispering to her the obscene things she made me want
to do to her. She tried to fuck herself on my prick, but I wouldn't let
her, keeping pressed hard against her ass, rooted in her as she swayed back
and forth and side to side. I felt her catch her breath and tense up for
her orgasm, and she turned towards me so we could kiss and smother the
noises of her ecstasy between us. Her body quaked and shivered. I could
feel her stomach muscles contract on the outside and her contract on
the inside, squeezing my cock wonderfully. I would not last much longer.
As her tremors subsided, I broke the kiss and slid my hands back to her
hips, readying her for a serious fucking. As soon as I heard that little
satisfied sigh that always signaled her final afterglow, I pulled mostly
out of her and slammed back in, enjoying her sharp exhalation of breath. I
didn't stop there. Now all I cared about was fucking and cumming inside my
beautiful tease, filling her with the lust she had fermented in me this
afternoon. Every motion was erotic fire - the ripple of her barely covered
ass and thighs as I slammed into her, the sway of her now dripping as I rocked her, and the tumble of her hair down her shoulders and back.
But she was not out of tricks even then. I was close and getting closer
with each thrust. Her lewdly spread legs and arched back filled my eyes as
my cock filled her sweet pussy. I stared down at her, powerful, feeling
like I was taking her. She tossed her hair, clearing it from her eyes so
she could look at me. My expression must have been comically fierce. She
stared back a moment, then winked at me and giggled. The next thing I knew
I was staggering backward, tripped up again in the pants that had fallen
around my ankles. She had simply humped back at me extra hard, pushing
back with her arms and legs as well, which sent me back and off balance.
My cock slid out of her inferno, seconds away from release. Still
giggling, she darted away from the stairs to the living room.
I saw red. I angrily struggled out of my pants and shoes, stubbing toes
and straining to do it quickly, and lunged up in pursuit. I would show
her. Charging after her, I was totally locked on her quivering buns, now
mostly exposed since the skirt had ridden up so high. At least I had taken
something out of her by now - she staggered a bit too. I caught up with
her at the couch. She would have to run around it or jump over it to get
away, but I made it to her before she could move either way. Playing her
game, I gave her a gentle push forward, just enough so that her momentum
bumped her thighs into the back of the couch. She reduced the impact by
bracing with her hands, but before she could turn or push off, I was
already bent down grabbing an ankle in each hand. I pulled quickly back
and up, and she pitched forward, waist balanced on the back cushions. She
caught herself with her hands on the seat and quickly turned to look back
at me in mock alarm.
By brute force, I began to pry her resisting legs open. She fought
back, bending and straightening and kicking her legs, trying to lock them
closed or make me lose my grip. I'm no strongman, but I was fairly
possessed by this point. Inch by inch I pulled her legs apart, exposing
her to me. It was a serious effort, and I was getting tired of the game.
The next time her knees bent, I moved forward with them, bending over her
and dropping my head down to her ass. Her right cheek was now fully
uncovered, the skirt almost completely hiked to her hips. I sank my teeth
into it and bit, none to gently. She shrieked. I didn't care. Her legs
loosened, and I yanked them wide apart. I knelt down, releasing her soft
flesh from my jaws and trailing my tongue down between her buttocks, over
her anus, and around to her gloriously wet slit. She stiffened each time
my tongue touched a new pleasure spot.
I pulled my head back long enough to warn her that she'd had this coming
all afternoon, and then dove at her. I was voracious. I licked and every square inch of her pussy. Long hard strokes and sort fluttering
flicks. I tickled her gently and shoved my tongue up as deep as it would
go inside her. I buried my face in her, my nose poking her anus while I
mercilessly licked and tormented her clit. She moaned and groaned and made
all the noises that turn us both on. I stood, grasping her hips firmly,
raising her with me. Her head still hung down onto the couch, and
she wisely buried it a decorative pillow to muffle her sounds.
One small anatomical detail I will share with you, with some pride, is
that my tongue, while otherwise normal, can extend quite a distance when
called for. While I spent many an adolescent Halloween dressed as Gene
Simmons, I haven't flaunted it for years - outside the bedroom. My darling
wife commented to me about it soon after we had started dating seriously,
but I generally played it down. In four years of marriage, I still manage
to surprise her when I use it. Now I pulled out all the stops, using every
cunnilingual trick I had ever learned, and one or two new ones I had read
recently and had not had a chance to try yet. They all worked.
Relentlessly, I drove her to another orgasm. I held her tight to me as
she tensed and came. I could feel her spasming clasp at my tongue as
I continued to work her through her climax. I didn't stop; didn't even
slow down. I kept going at her, and she kept cumming and cumming. Soon
she squirmed, then struggled desperately to escape, but I held on, and she
kept cumming. Her cries of passion turned to screams barely muffled by the
pillow, but I didn't stop and she kept cumming. I felt her muscles
trembling and jerking all around her, but I didn't stop. Finally, she just
After a few breaths, I stepped back and gently set her legs down. She
lay bent over the couch, panting hard. I pulled her back and gently picked
her up, cradling her slack body. She was awake, but dazed, eyes
half-opened and not focused. I moved to the end of the couch and lay her
down, head and back resting on the seat cushions, ass resting on the swept,
padded arm. Taking a sandaled ankle in each hand, I slowly bent her knees,
pushing out to spread her legs wide apart. She gave no resistance at all
now, as I opened her to me. Previous experience had taught us that, by
luck or design, our couch gave us the perfect alignment. The angled, swept
contour of the arm made it look like the couch was grandly presenting her
to me as a gift. My now aching cock was on exactly the same level as, and
mere inches from her vulnerable, wet, ready pussy. I paused and looked at
her, so beautiful and exposed. Her face and chest were deeply blushed from
over-gratified lust, brow sweaty, hair in disarray, arms carelessly resting
above her head. Tiny trickles dripped from her nipples and down her full
breasts to stain the rumpled, opened blouse that no longer hid anything.
The skirt that had started the whole thing was now hiked high on her
thighs, a shiny leather band ending just above the curly bush of her pubic
I locked eyes with her as I moved my hips to bring my cock in contact
with her outer lips. Still holding her ankles, I slowly moved forward,
pushing the folds of her sex open, filling her with me inch by inch, until
our pelvises met and pressed into each other. Her eyes widened as I sunk
in, then half closed again when I bottomed out. A small, contented smile
stole onto her lips. Still buried in her, I let go of her ankles and bent
over her, taking one nipple in my mouth to suckle her. After some initial
reluctance, I had learned to relish her milk, both the taste and the wonder
of it. I sampled each breast, just enough so she could feel me it
out of her, its sweet taste complimenting her other juices. Her legs moved
to wrap around my waist, and her tired, well-exercised inner muscles began
to reflexively squeeze my penis.
I pulled my head back and stood up, my hands sliding to her waist. I
was thinking only one thought by then, and I acted on it. I started
fucking her. This was not the gentle in and out of casual lovemaking, not
the almost cruel shoving strokes I had given her on the stairs, nothing so
well thought out. I rutted fast and hard, running on instinct, moving for
the sheer need of pleasure and release. I watched her wobble with
the transmitted force of my pounding, but again returned to her eyes, where
my gaze fixed. We watched each other as I took her, filling her deeply and
quickly, my own waves of pleasure rising from my balls to my belly. My
whole body began to feel light. I slowly lost control, my movements
becoming jerkier, until finally all I could do was shove into her one last
time, pulling her to me as I made some kind of unrecognizable sound and
came. My boiled from my balls and burned along my shaft to shoot into
her pulse after pulse as I was wracked with pleasure. All the time we
looked deeply into each other, she with that small smile, me with lord
knows what kind of contorted expression. I'm not one for long orgasms, but
I swear it felt like I went for a minute. I felt like a geyser, like I was
pumping more than just sperm into her - I was inseminating her with my very
essence, with all I was.
Finally, with a cross between a sigh and a groan, I was done. I let go
my grip, sliding my hands to her belly. I'd left reddish impressions where
I had held her so tightly. I rubbed her belly and downy pubic hair, above
where my cock throbbed weakly within her. Then I leant over her again,
pressing into her, lowering my head to hers. We kissed deeply.
I'm either blessed or cursed, I still don't know which - my cock usually
takes several minutes to go soft after I cum. While it can sometimes
prolong the fun, it makes quickies less quick, and poses variety of other
small nuisances, as you might imagine. Today, as I reveled in the wet heat
of her cum-filled pussy, I didn't mind it at all.
But reality would soon have its way with us, and after a couple minutes
of wallowing, I reluctantly began to pull out. She had relaxed her legs
some time ago, but now I pulled them up and back again, her knees almost
touching her breasts. Feigning concern for the upholstery, I sternly
warned her not to move or she'd spill. She'd have to wait there while I
got a towel and checked on our bundle of joy, bound to be waking up any
moment. In truth, I didn't give a damn about the couch. I just loved they
way she looked like that.
I finally pulled all the way out. Backing away from her I told her how
wonderfully obscene she looked, and she called me a nasty name. I climbed
the stairs, cock bobbing and mind still buzzing from the whole experience.
I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and checked on the baby, still
miraculously sleeping...like a baby, if only for a few more minutes.
Downstairs, at the entrance to the living room, I paused again. She was
still lying there, knees up and open. and ass exposed to the world,
feet wiggling like she was doing a little dance. My cock twitched. I
thought, could I? What we had just finished had taken allot out of me.
I decided to go for it.
I came into her view with the towel, but her eyes were now closed. I
told her to raise up so I could get it under her. She pushed her arms down
into the cushions at her sides and obliged. As she lowered herself,
though, I stepped forward and positioned my cock so that she dropped onto
it, popping the head inside her once again. Her eyes opened
quizzically and it was my turn to grin at her as I thrust into her with a
big wet squelching sound. Now we both started giggling. She was sloppy
with both of our cums. We made slappy, farty noises as we sluiced together
and apart, touching only where I slid in and out. There was little
friction except when she squeezed me extra hard on the inside, and I would
groan each time she did.
We probably could have just played like that for quite a while, but we
heard a noise from upstairs. Our offspring was waking up. I resigned
myself to pulling out and starting to tend to life things, but before I
could, she took a breath, clamped down on me and stayed that way. I stared
down at her in amazement. She was now holding her knees with her hands,
and the look of concentration mixed with renewed lust on her face made my
prick lurch once again, and before I knew it I was hammering into as fast
and as hard as my tired body would let me. And she still clenched. The
oozy, squeezing sensation was like nothing else and I felt myself rising
again. I dropped my hands to her and started stroking her clit,
twiddling it with alternating thumbs, lightly and quickly, as I slapped in
and out. We both gasped and grunted, and shuddered. I came, stiff and
shaking like a bolt of lightning hit me, as more of my seed shot into her.
As I ebbed, she went over too, nothing as spectacular as before, but she
quaked and cooed quietly as the contractions took her.
Finally, sweaty and exhausted, we decoupled. I staggered to gather my
pants and wash up before getting the child, while she collected and
arranged herself on the couch for feeding time. She asked me to bring
another towel down with the baby.
6 weeks later we both learned just how much trouble that skirt could
cause. So much for the spare room.