After the Recital

Our house was dark as we walked up the cement path leading to our door. My beautiful and lovely wife, Shannon, led the way and I followed, entranced at the perfection of her sway and the unmarred beauty of grace. The stray strand of auburn hair that had fallen out of the bun she held her hair in, only enhanced her allure.






She wore a lovely black dress that reached mid thigh and left an opening on her back. The dress was supported by thin black straps that crossed mid back and tied for support. It was cut low enough to suggest at the alluring pettiness of her breasts, while being high enough to not show too much. It was my favorite dress of hers and it seemed to hug every curve just right






“So you think I did okay,” she asked.






I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close, “You were amazing. You’re sure to get that position with the Orchestra.”






She snuggled into me chest briefly before reaching down and removing the heeled pumps she was wearing. She smiled and laughed, waving the shoes in front of me.






“These are so sexy but hurt like hell.”






I smiled back, “Then don’t wear them. You’re already sexy; you don’t need uncomfortable shoes to make you sexier.”






Shannon smiled and kissed me. The kiss felt so electric that we couldn’t stop. She wrapped her hands around my waist and held tightly. Her tongue entered my mouth and swirled together with mine. I felt her shudder in my grasp and knew what I was awakening. She clutched to me desperately and then separated from me suddenly.






With a seductive smile on her face, she bit her bottom lip. “Let’s get inside,” she said knowingly.






I nodded and followed her to the door. We entered quickly and before the door even shut, she made her move.






My back hit the door forcefully but I didn’t have time to cry out. Shannon’s lips sealed to mine as she deftly unbuttoned my shirt. Her lips left mine and traveled down my neck to my pectoral muscles. She kissed my muscled chest, lightly nibbling each nipple. I moaned as she traced my torso with her lips.






I grabbed her then, pulling her up to meet me eye level. Deftly, I twisted her around pushed her against the door, with just enough force to arouse her. She moaned and smiled while I pulled her arms above her head. I rested her hands on a coat hanger mounted on the door.






“Keep your hands here,” I commanded. She nodded and kissed me again.






Keeping her lips locked to mine, I used me finger nails to gently scratch down her forearms, then her upper arms. I teased gently down her under arms and then caressed lightly across her breasts. She gasped and shuddered. I could feel her nipples harden as I passed and decided to reverse directions briefly, running my palms along her perky breasts once more.






I left her chest and felt along her sides and stomach. When I reached her hips, I couldn’t help myself so I lifted her dress and ran my hands and fingernails across the smooth skin of her thighs and hips. I soon found my hands gripping her shapely butt.

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