Letting Go

The bubbles that covered the scented water floated up and tickled my nose. The candlelight flickered bringing out their iridescent color. I lowered my body still further into the hot soapy water of my bath, and sighed. It had been a busy day. There was work, the kids, carpools, dinner and a thousand other odd jobs that made up a normal day for me. Now it was my time to relax. My husband, Spencer had worked late that night too, and was in the living room watching TV, relaxing. We had been married for almost eleven years by then. They had not always been easy years, but we were happy together.

"I am going to bed Hon. Do you want anything before I go?" I looked up and saw warmth and love in his eyes.

"No, I am fine. Thanks." I answered.

"Are you coming to bed soon?" He asked of me.

"Yes in a few minutes. I just want to soak a little more."

"OK. Night Karrie, I love you."

"Love you too, Spenc."

I reached for my soda that was sitting precariously on the edge of the tub. Water had formed at the base of the can where the remaining cool liquid was. As I lifted the can to my lips, a droplet of the condensed water dripped off and landed on my nipple, hardening it instantly. I gasped, with delight at the sensation. I had always loved the feeling of something cold against my skin followed by something hot. My fingers instinctively caressed at my tight bud. Steam rose from my hand, and swirled through the air. The bath water was hot, very hot. I took the can and brushed it against my other, neglected nipple. It too hardening instantly. Spencer invaded my thoughts, his smell, his dark inviting eyes, the taste of his skin. After all these years, I still wanted him. He knew me better than anyone. He knew where I liked to be touched..

how I liked to be touched. He knew the parts of my body that instantly sent shivers running through me. I had given everything I had to give to this man, but at the same time, I had held back a little. I was worried what his reaction would be if I totally let go. As I lay there in the frothy hot water, I made a decision. I was not going to hold back anymore. I would show my lover, my husband, exactly what was inside me. What I was capable of. If he rejected me, yes it would hurt, but I was so tired of telling myself no when we were making love. I was so tired of not touching, not doing the things I desperately wanted to do. His reaction would tell me more than his words ever could.

Standing up I grabbed the towel hanging next to the tub, wrapped it around myself and stepped from the water. One by one I blew out the candles, placing them on a tray as I did so. I walked into the bedroom where he slept and relit the candles. Picking up the hairbrush on my nightstand I pulled it through my hair, till it felt soft and smooth. The lotion was next. Massaging the scented cream into my skin became an erotic act. My fingers traced every part of my body, caressing, and exploring.

"Want me to do that?" Spencer’s voice reached out to me.

"Yes." Was all I could say. I lowered myself to the bed. Lying on my stomach, I offered him my body. When his hands touched my skin the coolness of the lotion was startling. Quickly the coolness turned to pure heat as he manipulated his magic into my back. Lower and lower he slid his enchanting hands, until he was kneading the flesh of my ass cheeks. Over my legs he glided. Then once again he continued his sweet assault on my backside.

"Karrie, turn over." He whispered to me. I rolled over to face him. His lips instantly covering mine. Then he rose and smiled down into my eyes. "You are so pretty." I reached for him. But he stopped me. "Relax. Just enjoy this."

Spencer took the lotion in his hands again, squeezed out a small pool, and cupped his palms over the peaks of my breasts. His fingertips circled my taut nipples, teasing me. Desire was taking over, and I was losing control. The decision that I had made earlier reappeared in my mind, and I closed my hands over his. I was not going to hold back. I was going to totally let go of all of my inhibitions and be the woman I was in my fantasies. When his hands searched lower, mine stayed on my breasts. I continued what he had started, squeezing, molding, pulling at my nipples. When his fingers found the opening to my center, my tongue found my nipple and flicked over it, nipping. I moaned and pushed myself hard against his probing fingers, trying to get them exactly where we both knew would bring me the most pleasure.

His hardness was pressing against my side, and I reached for it. My hand closed over his warm shaft and started stroking in the slow rhythmic motion I knew he loved. Feeling him harden even more at my touch made me drift into a cloud of passion like I had never before experienced. My free hand closed over his and our fingers danced together over my clit, stoking, circling, rubbing. I pushed at his fingers, wanting them inside me. To my surprise and delight, Spencer followed my lead and delved into my hot hole. My clit was so soft and warm. I loved the sensations of his hard cock in one hand and my soft, warm, wet pussy in the other.

"Kiss me Spencer." I pleaded. His lips were instantly on mine. Our tongues mingling, our senses swirling. I looked up and smiled into his eyes as I took his fingers from my heated core and placed them against my mouth. The look on his face was that of surprise and desire. I sucked at his fingers, pulling them into my mouth, pushing them out again. My tongue licked at the sweet nectar that covered them....my nectar....my juices. Again I pushed his hand back to my pussy and buried his finger deep inside me.

I felt freedom. I felt turned on more than I ever had. I wanted to make love to my husband like there was no tomorrow. I also wanted to explore my own body with him. "Turn over Karrie." He pushed me over and onto my knees, placing a pillow under my hips, lifting my ass. First he inserted one finger, then another and another and another. He pushed them further and further inside me, going deeper and deeper. I felt pain mingled with pleasure. Spencer drove his hand inside my pussy. With each breath I took he inched in a little further. Then he stopped. He pulled back, and I moaned a protest only to be rewarded with his hand slamming itself back into me...deeply. He began to fuck me with his entire hand. His strokes were fast and hard. My head began to spin, I wanted, no, I needed more. "Spenc, I want to suck you. Please." I pleaded with him. I moved closer to his waiting cock. One hand wrapped around the shaft and the other cradled his balls. My mouth closed over the wet head, moistened with his pre-cum. I sucked and stroked him..never slowing the pace. His fingers were once again buried inside me, driving me mad with desire. My tongue circled at the head of his throbbing cock. My mouth sucked. My hands stroked. Spencer began to pull at my hair, and move his hips to match my rhythm.

"Oh God Karrie. I am going to cum." He warned. I had always pulled away before, but not this time. I wanted to taste all of my husband, my lover. "Karrie!" He gasped out as his seed spurted inside my waiting mouth. The force of it shocked me at first, then the feeling, the joy of knowing that I was bringing him to a height of sexual pleasure I never had before, took over and I greedily sucked for more.

Spencer laid there, spent. He looked at me and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yes." I answered with a smile on my face. I moved to lie down beside him. My fingers tangling through the hair on his chest. My lips, softly kissing his shoulder. "I want more." I breathed into his ear. Then I took his hand in mine and led it back to where my throbbing clit lay waiting for its release. Together we stroked and teased. My lover trailed his fingers down to my ass and gently pushed inside while I continued playing with my sensitive bud. It took only moments and I was experiencing the same intense pleasure my husband had.

Afterwards, we laid there, holding each other and talking. "What got into you" He asked me.

"Nothing really. I was just tired of holding back. I don’t want to hold back anymore Spenc. I want to let go, and really enjoy our love making. Did you mind?"

"No, I didn’t mind."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"It was different." Once again Spencer was lost inside himself, unable to express his sexual desires. But I knew. I could tell by the way he reacted to what I had done. The way he looked at me with wonder and desire when I licked my juices from his fingers. The way he sounded when he came as I selfishly sucked at his cock. Spencer, my conservative, shy and terribly polite husband had not merely liked what had happened that night......He had loved it!

Jennifer......Friday Sept. 5, 1997