Red Hot Letters to My Husband (2 page)

“Fuck me now,” I groaned.  I wanted him while I was tight around him.  I wanted the intensity.

Tom thrust inside me, mashing my boobs with his chest, grinding his pelvis against mine.
  Feeling his strength and power and hardness made me extra hot.

I felt the h
eat buil
ding inside me
.  The pressure intensified.

I screamed a release, clamping around his plunging cock.

With a groan, Tom began to pulse inside me, prolonging my orgasm.

He leaned against me, gasping.  “That was hot.”

I managed a weak nod. 
It was the best sex that I’d had in ages.

Half an hour later, I glared at Tom as he turned on the Friday night football.

With his eyes glued to the screen he was completely oblivious.

Anyone with half a brain should know this was supposed to be a romantic evening for two.  Not an evening for two and the TV.  With sport, no less!

We were getting older and I wasn’t really expecting another bout of sex but a cuddle would not have gone astray. 
S
ome conversation
would have been nice as well
.

I could ask Tom to turn off the footy. 
However,
if I asked it wouldn’t mean the same.  Obviously there was a lot more work to be done.  In the next letter I would make sure his attention was completely focused on me.

Chapter Three

Slow and Sexy

A few weeks later I sat down to compose my next letter.

Since this was still a kind of celebration of our anniversary, I thought it would be nice to use the gifts that we’d given each other.  This time around, the wine glasses would be a feature.

Dear Tom

Do you know that red wine increases the libido of women?  I read that somewhere.  Who knows if it’s true?  I do know that when I’ve had half a glass of wine my pussy starts to warm and ache so I’m going to agree.

Tonight when you come home I’ll be waiting with a bottle of red wine to
test
this claim.

When you first come into the bedroom, I want you to slowly strip.  When you’re ready, take a sip of wine for yourself.  Then take another sip and kiss me.  Just a slight parting of lips to begin with so the wine can trickle in.  Then a deeper kiss of warm wined tongue.

“My pussy’s throbbing,” I’ll say when those drugging kisses start to take effect.

“It’s going to throb a whole lot more,” you’ll whisper back.

Dribble some wine into the hollow of my neck and lap it up.

Pour
some more over my breasts and suck and lick it up.  Don’t worry about the mess.  I’ve taken precautions.

Move down lower to my stomach and trickle some more wine around.

Kneel between my legs, lift my pussy high and pour the wine into my crack. 

Tell me
:
  “I’m going to suck and lick you until you come.”  Then do it.

While I’m still quivering, lower me to the bed and stretch out beside me.

Now it’s my turn.

First, I’ll kiss you with wine.  Then I’ll work my way down to your body until I drench your dick in ruby liquid.  “I’m going to suck you slow and sensuous.”

When you’re close, let me know.  I’ll work my way back up your body.  One more wine kiss and then I’ll straddle you and take you deep.  Slowly, I’ll work my way up and down before I pick up the pace and fuck your brains out.

I can’t wait.

Love, Sherry.

On Friday, I prepared for the evening.  It was nice to be romantic but I had to be practical too.  I didn’t like champagne or white wine so I’d be using a red
wine
which was
a perfect foil for romance.  It
s rich ruby colour was syno
ny
mous with love as was its spicy, warm and mellow taste.  I had a wine warmer by the bed so it would be the perfect temperature.  There would be no cold fluids dribbling over my body.  I hate the cold.  I
certainly
would not be enacting any icy cold fantasies.

Unfortunately, red wine was going to be messy so I covered the bed with some old sheets before I finished with black satin.  Some red pillows and red roses for contrast and it looked pretty sexy as well as being practical.
  As a final touch, I added some soy candles with a romantic aromatherapy blend.

I then shaved my legs and exfoliated my
body. 
If Tom was going to be licking my skin I wanted to be as soft as I could be for him. 
Humming softly to myself, I put on some music, corked the wine so it could breathe and put it in the warmer and turned the heater on low.  It was still a little chilly at the end of October and I didn’t want to be worried about lying there in the nude while I froze to death.
  Nipples pebbled from desire was one thing.  Frozen little nubs was quite another.

By the time Tom arrived home, I was aching from anticipation. 
Megan had certainly got that point right. 
A few sips of wine hadn’t hurt either.

As per my instructions, Tom slowly stripped.  His body was beautiful.  Lean and lightly muscled from his lunchtime workouts at the gym.  Crisp
dark
hair dotted his hard chest and arrowed down to a happy trail that led to his cock. 
A cock that
was already standing at attention.

I squirmed in excitement
.

Tom crawled onto the bed and straddled me.  Leaning over, he poured a glass of wine and took a sip, rolling it around his tongue before swallowing.

“Spicy and hot, just like you.”

I loved it when he added to the script.

Another sip and his head descended.

I parted my lips eagerly, sipping at the stream of sweet liquid as he dribbled it into my mouth.  His tongue followed, warm and erotic, thrusting softly inside my mouth.

I moaned my pleasure.  “My pussy’s throbbing.”

“It’s going to throb more,” he growled.

A splash hit my throat.  Tom worked his way down, nipping and sucking as I gasped my delight.

When my breasts were decorated in ruby, Tom licked the mounds before he slowly circled my nipples. 

I arched my back
as they tightened in response
, soundlessly begging him to suck them.

“What do you want?”

“Suck my nipples,” I cried.

He rewarded me, drawing the peaks into his mouth.  His tongue rolled around the tips and I writhed on the bed as the heat inside my pussy grew.

When he sipped from my navel, I cried out in pleasure.  “I’m so hot.”

“You’re going to get hotter.”

Moving between my legs, he pulled me up.

“You’re so fucking wet.”  Tom looked down the length of my body.  “You’re going to get wetter.”  He tipped the wine out of the glass, flooding my pussy.

“I’m going to lick and suck you until you come.”  With a growl he buried his face between my legs and proceeded to do just that.

“Yes,” I moaned in pleasure.  My breath was coming in pants now.  The heat was building into an inferno.  With a cry I tipped over the edge
and came
.

Tom kissed his way back up my body then lay beside me
as he hummed in satisfaction
.
  “Red wine and cream.  Very delicious.”

“Your turn,” I murmured sensuously.

Taking a sip of liquid, I kissed him and shared the wine.

By the time I made it to his dick, his legs were quivering and his cock was thick and hard.

Pouring over the wine, I licked the length slowly.

“I’m going to suck you slow and sensuous,” I breathed.

His dick leapt in response.

Bending forward, I enveloped the mushroom head and sucked.  I pumped down his length a few times before coming up to the tip and swirling my tongue around
the sensitive tip.  His dick pu
l
s
ed in response.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart, I love your tongue.”

Tom’s hands clenched in the sheets as he spread his legs wider while
he
thrust into my mouth.

I continued to lave the length as he jerked beneath me.
  Watching him writhe beneath me was a complete turn on.

“Enough.  Take me inside you.”

I kissed my way back up his body, letting his body settle.  Taking a sip of wine I gave him another
spicy
kiss.  On the next kiss I sank down onto his cock.

We both moaned our appreciation.

Grasping my hips, Tom pushed me down as far as I could go.

Pleasure rippled out from the centre of my body.

“Slow,” I growled as he tried to pick up the pace.

Tom made a face of disappointment but eased off.

Luxuriously, I flexed around him.  “Oh yeah, that’s it.”

Tom groaned in agreement.

I slid up and down his length slowly, adjusting to his thickness and relishing the leisurely build up.

“Now fast.”

Tom was only too happy to oblige.  With a firm grasp on my hips
,
he slammed in deep before retreating.  Again and again he thrust and I ground down on him until he pulsed thick and hard inside me.  With a cry I clamped down on his dick and felt electric sparks of pleasure ripple along my body.

Bonelessly, I collapsed on top of him.

Tom shifted me more comfortably to the side so I was partially sprawled on him and sighed in pleasure.

“That was perfect.  It was just what I needed today.”

“Bad day?”
I asked, eager to enjoy a post coital chat.  We didn’t seem to have them much that anymore.  We either enjoyed a quickie in the morning before Tom rushed off to work or something a bit more intense in the night before Tom immediately fell asleep.

“Yeah.  I had three cabinet briefs due by eleven and the afternoon was taken up by a meeting with H
uman
R
esources
and my E
xecutive
A
ssistant
while we worked out our ‘differences’.”

“Oh.  I didn’t know you were having troubles.” 
Never mind the lack of post coital chats, l
ately we hadn’t been talking at all. 
In between work and the boys there didn’t seem to be much time for just us
.  It was one of the reasons I’d started these monthly rendezvous’. 

“Did I tell you I got a new E
xecutive
A
ssistant
a couple of months back?”

I nodded against his chest.  “Rhonda isn’t it?”

“Yeah.  Well she’s a bit of a dragon.  One day I was swamped with briefs that had a short turn around.  Rhonda stormed into my office and got on my case about a travel form that I needed to fill out.  I told her I’d already done it.  She argu
ed with me and asked for it right then and there
.  Unfortunately, I lost my temper and yelled at her.”

I blinked.  Tom was always so calm.  I could count the times he’d lost his temper on one hand.
  His even temper was one of the things I loved about him.  It helped balance out my more flamboyant style.

“Rhonda didn’t take that too well and reported to Corporate.  Since then I’ve had a counselling session and today we finished up with a mediated meeting.”  Tom’s chest lifted in a deep sigh.  “Hopefully, we can now move on because she’s been pretty frosty for this last month.  I have to specifically ask for anything I want and it’s been a major irritant.”

“An efficient E
xecutive
A
ssistant
is pretty important, particularly when you’re so busy.”

“Yeah.  I really miss Sue.  She was great.  She always anticipated my needs.”

“Have you heard how she’s going?”

“
Yes. 
She’s really enjoying her new job.”

Tom reached over for
some
wine and took another sip which he shared with me.  It was a mellow, feel good kiss and I sank back onto his body and happily snuggled up to him.  This was exactly the connection I was after. 

“Are you comfortable with the letters?”

“Hell, yeah.  It’s the perfect end to the week.  I didn’t read it until after the meeting with Rhonda.  I used it as a reward.”  He slowly kissed me.  “A very hot reward.  I couldn’t wait to get home and make it reality.”

I sighed with relief.  The letters had been a bit out of my comfort zone and I’d been worried about what Tom thought.  It was strange how we could be married for so long and still feel hesitant about expressing ourselves.  Knowing Tom was totally on board would help when I wrote him letters in the future.