15 comments/ 89274 views/ 16 favorites Kitten is a Tease By: Erotic Reverie My wife Cindy was away for the week on a cross country business trip. Excited for her return and wanting to show her how much I missed her, I decided to set out a nice candle light diner for her return. The kids were off at college and we lived alone. We were in our late forties and ever since the kids went off at school, well lets just say, we quickly rediscovered our sexual zest. So after a week apart, not to mention the long distance teasing by phone and text, we both wanted one thing. Cindy is a national sales manager for an international conglomerate. She is very successful at her job and for all the stress associated with it, the firm treats her very well. I'll be honest, I would not want to be sitting on the opposite side of the table from her in a negotiation. Unlike all her kindness towards me in our personal life, in business she can be a tigress on the prowl, deliberate and cunning with a pleasant smile on her face as she slowly traps and eviscerated her prey. Don't get me wrong, she has a great reputation but she knows how to drive a deal on her terms. As for me, she tells everyone that I'm her "caring hunk fireman". As for the 'hunk' part, I beg to differ- I'm just a modest guy. I sat in the dining room waiting for Cindy to come home. The candles and fireplace flickered, reflecting off the silverware and shadowing the dimly lit room. I heard the door open. "Honey?" she called out. "The dining room, Kitten," I replied. I heard her shoes on the wood floor and instantly knew the sounds of her high heels and exactly which ones she was wearing. I rose to meet her. "Wow, this is all so nice and unexpected... you are such a dear," she said giving me a peck me on the cheek, "I'll be right back, promise." Cindy put her rolling bag in the corner and quickly left the room. Then she returned, leaned over, opened the bag and rummaged for something. I took in her outfit- it was what I called her 'sexy business suit'- a four button tight fitting black hip length jacket with a plunging V-neck line, a black skirt that went down to her mid thigh, coffee brown vintage silk seamed stockings, and, black spiked heels. To compliment it she wore a single short strand of pearls around her neck. Her ears were barely covered by her short conservative hair style but I knew she was wearing matching pearl earrings. But what always caught my attention were her ruby red lips, piercing eyes and sexy legs, and she knew it. As she bent over, the short skirt rose giving me a flash of her lace patterned stocking tops, white suspenders and pale skin. She lingered in that position longer than what I thought normal and finally stood up, a sense of frustration on her face as she left the room holding up a finger telling me one more moment. My girl is good to me. She can be the consummate tease. When I see those stockings, and she knows they are my favorite, I know what she is thinking of only me. Cindy returned to the room, bent over and rummaged in the bag again, giving me that same beautiful view. I could see her peaking at me trying to determine if I was taking in the good show. Acting frustrated, she stood, frowned and inexplicably said, "oh well," before curling into my lap and put her arms around my shoulders. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said just before bringing her warm lips to mine in a soft "welcome home and I missed you" kiss. Our tongues danced in a slow passionate, subtle manner as our hands roamed across our bodies, reacquainting ourselves with one another, affirming we were again together. I was her first and only and she adored me. Cindy broke the kiss, "Honey, I have something to tell you." "Oh?" "I've been a bit of a bad girl," she stated with a pout on her face. "Go on Kitten." "Well, on the plane ride home, I was seated in first class, against the window. The middle seat was empty but on the aisle was this handsome strapping younger man. I could tell he was muscular and built for power. I was bored and feeling playful." "Bored and playful? Bad mix for you Babe," I said, not alarmed, Cindy being one who would never stray, maybe just innocently tease a little. "Well, I went to the bathroom, took off my bra- it was so uncomfortable- and returned to my seat. I sat down and discretely unbuttoned the top button of the jacket because I was hot. I sat upright reading. Well no sooner did I adjust than his eyes caught a view of my goods. I must confess, the whole thing suddenly turned me on and my nipples went pert really fast. He saw me and I knew it. He kept reading his magazine but from the corner of his eye, I saw him glimpsing over at me." "Is that all?" I asked, "Is that where it ends?" "Kind of..." Cindy replied with hesitation in her voice before kissing me again. "Kind of?" I muttered in a low tone as I broke the kiss. "Well, as I sat upright, the darn seat was so uncomfortable and I kept shifting my hips and crossing my legs. With each shift and cross, my skirt slowly shimmied up my legs and i did not notice it rising. I do not know how long the skirt was hiked up and I never noticed Mr. Sexy looking at my stocking clad thighs. Then I looked over at him to see if he was sneaking a peak at my good and his eyes suddenly shifted away, but this time he had been looking down towards my legs and that was when I realized my situation. He knew he was caught as he stared down into his magazine acting like he was deep in thought. At first I was mad at myself for being so cavalier. Then I realized I had complete control of him. It was suddenly invigorating..... You do understand, don't you?" "Is there more?" I asked reserving judgment. "Yes," she confessed, "there is... then I also realized he could see the the lace stocking tops, I decided to slowly run my hand up and down the length of my delicious thigh, nonchalantly dragging my long manicured nails across the silk. By now the sun had set so I turned on the overhead light to read, and 'illuminate' the subject matter. Mr. Sexy chose to sit in the dark. As I ran my hand across my thigh, I could see the bulge in his pants growing. Then he got to squirming in his seat. He would glance over, his eyes riveted on me. After I let him look for a few minutes, I would try catching him and he would look away. This went on for half an hour or so, a slow steady back and forth of voyeur frustration and anticipation." "Did you talk with him?" "No," she answered, "No words were spoken.... And let me tell you, he was no ordinary guy. No, he had to be an artist. He just had that look- a guy in his early thirties, a bit more than a five o'clock shadow, long black hair, a chiseled build- his biceps stretching the cuffs of his short sleeve black t-shirt, the shirt hugging his sculpted pecs, tracing their contour for all to see the definition, strong hands, observant eyes and calm confidence... He is probably the guy who rises at dawn and sits outside in the sunrise on the edge of some desert cliff doing yoga and meditating before rising to go paint or sculpt in his window enclosed art studio overlooking some gorgeous desert valley.... I just sat there pondering him as he pondered me... all I could imagine was he was the guy who was commissioned to paint married women in the nude... and after hours of observing them in studio from afar, studying the curves of their bodies, the way they moved, their complexions, trying to figure out who they were and infuse their feelings into their portrait, after hours of meticulous work and conversation getting to know them, around noon he would stop painting and then need to study his models some more... and if I was one of them, I know he would walk over, and without a word and without permission, pick me up at the hips and sit me atop a long sturdy table by a window overlooking some placid ravine with everything still and quiet, and, not a word spoken between us, he would part my thighs and lower his face into me... smell my essence... taste my bush... then my tender lips... lean me back.... climb atop the table and hover between my parted thighs... I would look up into his eyes and he would look back as he lowered himself into me, a slow and deep penetration of his stiff wide cock to make me quietly gasp, quip his name... and then he would take me in a slow and tender manner... a meditation to study the soul, study my face, my expressions and cries of passion... to feel my flesh and how I move... he would slowly build me up and make me writhe in an intense marathon of teasing passion play... and when I finally begin to shudder, he would gently push deep into me, hold himself still and cum in me a quiet confident meditative way..... he would make it all about me..." I loved her for being such a minx. As she sat in my lap confessing her transgressions, she was grinding her fine round ass into me. I returned her advance, wrapping my arm around her curvaceous hips and placing a hand between her inner thighs, my fingers gently toying with her as she recanted for me. Cindy went to kiss me again. It was a prayer for forgiveness- her hands rested on my shoulders as she faced me and reached up for my kiss. Actually, I was not mad, I was turned on by my wife's debauchery. Cindy tenderly held the sides of my face with her hands. "Honey, I've missed you... and have been a bad girl," she said. "More?" I asked perplexed as she stood up, leaned forward, placed her hands flat on the table, ankles together, knees locked and pushed her sinful ass up and out in an offering to me. I lifted her skirt over her hips and admired her round shapely ass and thighs, muscular and proportionate for her build, perfectly encased in the vintage silk stockings, the seam running perfectly up the back of her leg- a model of perfection, and brought my face to her privates and inhaled deep, savoring her hungered scent. Then I pulled down her panties revealing her hairy pursed lips, beautiful lips waiting for attention. My hands caressed her ass, feeling its shape and warmth as my mind fantasized of how it would ripple. Cindy breathed deep as I savored her and made her wait. I stood up and reached under to unbutton her jacket before taking the blouse by the collar and ripping it apart, the buttons sent dancing across the hard mahogany table top, clicking and clacking as they skidded into the dark recesses of the room. Cindy gasped as her beautiful breasts were unleashed to sway free below her. I took one in my hand and plied her warm feminine flesh, feeling the ridges and bumps of her areola, the nub of her stiff nipple between my fingers as I gently pulled at it. My other hand went for her backside, two fingers penetrating and teasing her wet sex, slowly penetrating in a circular motion, toying her slick warm walls. "Dirty girl," I commented. "Honey, I took it to far. I am a bad girl." My cock had grown heavy and I stood Cindy up and helped remove the jacket and blouse before showing her back down to the table top. I dropped my pants and brought my thick eager sex to her wet folds. Without a moments hesitation I penetrated her hairy sodden cunt, the one I had lusted for all week. I held myself still within her. I leaned over and pushed her head down and held her to the table, her body pressed down in submission. I surveyed her hips, how her midsection tapered in until her back fanned out- the curves of a beautiful woman. "... Honey, there is one more thing I need to tell you..... You know how my skirt came up as I shifted in my seat?" she asked as I teased her with my cock. "Yes..." "Well, near an hour into my little show, I looked down and realized it had come a little to far up and my lacy panty was exposed... just the very bottom of the triangle, and, I do not know for how long." She paused for a moment contemplating her next words, "... and Honey, that is not the worst of it..... There is more...." she said with subtle trepidation. "Oh?" I asked. "... These panties are the ones that don't fit very well, the loose ones.... Honey, the panties slid to the side...." she paused for a moment, "..... and Honey, Mr. Sexy saw my pussy hair...." "Kitten, you let another man see your pussy hair?" "Yes... but there is even more..." "More?" I asked. "Yes... You see the mixture of power, seduction and fantasy got me really excited... my pussy was aching really bad... after a while I felt a stirring and looked down only to realize my inner folds were peaking out from my slit... Honey, before I realize it, Mr. Sexy got a glimpse of my pussy lips... another man saw my pussy... How does that make you feel?.... Honey, are you mad?" she asked, "please tell me you are not mad that another man saw my pussy?" "Shame on you for your recklessness Kitten," I replied as I hammered at her, sending her body lunging forward, her motion only stopped by the edge of the table against her thighs. "Should I not tell you I turned off the cabin light and let him touch it in the dark?... that he slowly ran his finger up and down the crinkled moist edges and then tasted it?... It might be your pussy but maybe I shared it.... and maybe I liked it...." I raised my chest high and pushed deep into her and held myself fast, "That is it Honey, just like we talked on Wednesday... fuck me, fill me with your cum... and then do you remember what I want you to do? To pull out- I want to feel those seedy pearls roll out of my dirty spent cunt and down my thighs as you spank my naughty ass..." My cock was steel hard and twitching, my desires beyond control. I put my hands on her shoulders where they met her neck and held her down. I thrust into Cindy really hard, "Oh yes," she quipped, "...come on Honey, reclaim your pussy." My fingers dug into her flesh as I pillaged her with unmitigated lust until I thrust deep and came hard, "That's it Honey, show me who owns it," she urged as I shuddered and moaned, painting her velvety walls with my creamy seed, pooling it within her aching cunt. Cindy moaned and pushed back hard, coaxing it out of me, "yes... cum in it Honey," she hissed, "cum in it, take it back...." And there you have it. That's my girl. I told you she is good to me and a consummate tease. Did she really do what she said? You will never know. Kitten was very specific regarding her desires. Did I fulfill them? I won't tell you now. Just remember, Kitten likes physical exhibition. I prefer mine to be literary. Maybe the next time you check in, I will have posted my story of what happened next to my naughty teasing Kitten.... Kitten is a Tease Ch. 02 ********************* Dear Reader- to best understand and enjoy this story, I recommend you first read "Kitten is a Tease". If you chose not to, here is a quick summary: 1. My wife Cindy and I are in our 40s. Cindy was away on a business trip. While away, we engaged in some hot teasing phone sex and sexting, leaving us hungry for her return home. 2. Cindy came home and I was waiting for her in a formally set dining room to serve her a romantic candle light meal. 3. Dressed in vintage stockings and high heels, she curls into my lap and regales me with a story of how she teased a total stranger- "Mr. Sexy"- on the airplane ride home, first exposing her breast, then her stocking clad legs, and then, mistakenly, her sex. 4. I know Kitten never strays and likes a good fantasy to 'spice' it up. Kitten also like it rough and will do anything to get me riled up for a good taking. 5. During her "confession" Kitten stands, bends over the dining room table, asks for punishment, and then continues her teasing tale, trying to work me into a raged frenzy as I viciously take her. Here is where our story continues: ********************* Panting. Furiously panting, our animal moans still echoing in my head, the post climax haze descending on us, and my body draped over my wife Cindy, or "Kitten" as I affectionately call her, she pushes up her ass trying to keep me deep inside her. I rise up, my chest still heaving, and slowly remove myself, my cock anointed with our licentious nectar. Kitten remains bent over the dining room table. "Honey, don't forget," she says in a throaty voice, "I've been a naughty girl.... You know what I want... just like we discussed...." Forget? Never. And, not because of the temptations Kitten desires, but, because Kitten takes such good care of me that I gladly indulge her desires. Now, some of you might think, based the way Kitten teased me into climax with her story of exhibitionism with another man that I am a submissive cuckold. That is far from the case. Like I said before, I know Kitten never strays. She is perfectly faithful but likes her fantasies vivid and erotic and uses them for what they are best worth- playful exploration and gratification. Silence and anticipation hang in the air as Kitten waits. I lay my hand on her ass with playful force. Kitten flinches. I say just before slapping her ass as second time, "You've been a naughty kitten, a very naughty one at that..." This one makes her yelp and ass ripple. Then another. "You know I really didn't do it, don't you? Its just another one of my fantasies... you know that, right?" she asked sounding a bit insecure. Intentionally, I do not respond. Rather, with a staccato pace, I gently spanked her right cheek into a light pink hue. "Oooh... that's so hot," Kitten moans, "keep it up..." I notice the first nectar droplet rolling from Kitten's hairy sex and take the warm viscus pearl on my finger tips. With the other hand I ball Kitten's short hair in my fist and pull her head back. Kitten knows what is next and eagerly opens her mouth. I gently offer my fingers. Kitten's wet warm lips close on them and she ever so tenderly suckles. "Mmmm," she muses as I slowly withdraw, the cum rolling across her tongue and down her throat. "Who is my naughty girl?" I asked playfully administering to her left cheek, her soft ass rippling and now equally hued light pink just like the other one. "Me," she proudly says. "That is right, Kitten. But don't think your punishment is over just yet. There are other ways to torment the disobedient..." "Honey?" she asks wanting to know more. A few more precious droplets begin to roll from Kitten's honey pot and I gather them before they slide down her inner thigh. "Turn around," I say as I kneel before her, "Hold up the dress and show it to me." Kitten does as asked and looks down watching me with anticipation. I bring my fingers to her and slowly spread it, working it into her, the droplets clumping on her bushy pubic hairs. "Oh Honey," she gasps as I gently touched her sensitive lips. We both love the taste and smell of our mixed cum- its sensuousness represents the culmination of our love. I noticed a bit more sneaking from her, take it in hand, reach up and gently apply it to her nipples, at first spreading it on them in a slow circular motion, then mildly pulling and twisting the nubs pert. Kitten has very sensitive nipples. "Oh yes," she gasps and I pull away, not eager to go to far to fast. I take Kitten's ankle in my hand and slowly caress the vintage silk stocking before leaning forward and kissing her. "Fool for Your Stockings," the song sums me up. I don't know why I fixate on a woman in heels and hose but I do. Maybe its because Kitten dresses up just for 'me' and it strokes my ego. Maybe its because the lingerie represents a woman perfectly packaged in a most feminine way- a perfect gift for unwrapping before tender defilement. Or maybe its just the "forbidden" nature and "Ooo La La" of it all. I just don't know why but what I do know is that I find extreme pleasure in my fetish, Kitten knows it and gladly indulges me, just like I oblige her fantasy play. We both appreciate our mutual willingness to please one another without question or judgment. It draws us closer and into a deeper relationship. That is the way it should be between committed partners. My hand firmly holds Kitten's ankle as I slowly kiss upward,, slowly in worship of her body, my lips and cheeks softly brushing against her sexy silk clad leg, her calf, her knee, past the reinforced stocking top to her thigh. I smell her scent and know it all to well. It always excites me. I feel her warm flesh and find comfort in it. I hear her sigh and relish in the fact that I pleasure her. "Kitten," I start as I kiss her inner thigh, "Would Mr. Sexy do this to you?" I ask referring to the fantasy man she claims to have teased, exposing herself in the darkened first class cabin of an airplane. "Maybe," she says. I drizzle more kisses on Kitten's inner thigh. My hand moves to her pubic mound and a thumb comes to gently rests against her dewy furrow. I continue kissing, carefully moving past Kitten's mound, tracing along her hairline until I reach the top edge of her hairs and kiss horizontally. "Would Mr. Sexy kiss you like this Kitten?" "Maybe, Honey." I apply a little more pressure with my thumb and teasingly move it up and down the edges of the slick slit. "Kitten?" "Yes, Honey?" she asks. "And did Mr. Sexy give you the children who came to life right here?" I asked tenderly kissing her taught lower abdomen. Kitten momentarily freezes at the question, the juxtapositional nature of it jolting her from fantasy. "No, Honey," she meekly says taking her dose of reality. "That is right Kitten," I say, "... Kitten, do you want me to eat you?" "Please," she says. "Maybe," I reply as I gently press my face forward, my warm breath caressing her sex as I nuzzle my face against it, musing over her scent. I wait a bit before slowly barely dragging my tongue through her slit. "Oh shit," she quips. "Kitten, who is the only one to ever taste you?" "You Honey," she says in a confessional whisper. "That is right Kitten," I say just before slowly dragging my tongue through her furrow again, this time slightly deeper, parting her thick hungry lips, her salty juices gracing my senses. "... and who is the only one to ever touch you?" I ask. "You know, it is you..." she replies and my fingers part her and my tongue tenderly, lazily lashes her swollen aching bud. "... and who is the only one to ever be inside you?" "You Honey," she barely says, the intensity of the moment taking hold of her as I draw her bud between my lips and suckle it, making her softly moan as my tongue rolls around it. "Kitten, do you still vividly remember the first time? "Of course," she gasps, throwing her head back as I taunt the bud again. "... and Kitten who is the only one to ever cum inside you?" "You..." she barely states, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the dining room table, slightly raising her hips so she meets my face, eager for me to give her release. "Do you want me inside you now?" "Please... yes," she replies in a mesmerized voice thinking it will be my cock. Instead I insert a finger. "Oh," she cries in a warbled hushed tone. At the sound of her impassioned voice I grow hard. She is at my mercy as I gently tease her with tongue and finger until her abdomen tightens and breath quickens and hands come to rest on the back of my head as I play with her. Then I stand, keeping my hand on her sex, a finger inside and a thumb on her button. I kiss her lips, soft kisses ans we sink into a pool of tender passionate kisses. Kitten mutters three simple words, "I want you." "But Kitten... you can't have me just yet," I say as I remove my finger and run my hand through her thick bush, my fingers finding the base of her hairs. I slowly draw them into a fist, grasping her hairs tight at the base. Kitten moans as I pull up, tugging her hairs, pulling her lips. I release and repeat the motion, slowly, over an over, each time pulling up on her harder. Kitten groans with pleasure. My mouth next to her ear I whisper, "... you want me buried in that hot mess now?" "Please..." is all she manages to say. "So, is Mr. Sexy this good?" "No..." "No what?" Kitten. "No, Honey." "That's better Kitten," I say as I lean Kitten back on the dining room table and pull her sexy ass to the edge, her feet flat on the table, knees up and thighs spread, I stand towering over her looking down and bring my swollen hungry head to rest on the edges of her salacious rose. Kitten raises her hips teasing, trying to coax me to enter. I reach out and grab her tits, squeeze and ply her erect nipples and watch her face contort in pleasure. "Kitten, who owns it?" "You do Honey," she says and I reward her by slowly passing into her until we join, the base of my shaft meeting her greedy lips. My fingers gently rub her swollen bud, the slick tender flesh begging for attention. My other hand goes to her face and I offer her two fingers to suckle, which she takes without hesitation. My fingers strum her clit and the ones in her now closed mouth feel the vibrations of her low moans as her tongue dances around them as I look down at the woman who gave herself over to me in marriage, committed herself without knowing any other. Blind trust and faith- powerful and intoxicating blind trust and faith. I pull out, push Kitten back onto the table, climb between her spread thighs and place my swollen head against her wet waiting lips, momentarily keeping it there, making her wait with anticipation for my entry. "Oh please," she impatiently begs as I rub my swollen head up and down through her wet furrow. "Where is the rush Kitten?" I ask just before I lower myself into Kitten's hot sex. Her stocking clad legs greedily wrap around my hips as I slowly slide deep into her. As I begin to ride her, the long stem glasses on the table begin to wobble. My eyes are closed but my body feels every inch of Kitten's warm body. We move in a synchronized rhythm. I'm now hard and close. I open my eyes to gaze down on my beautiful sexy Kitten. The palms of my hands flat on the table, elbows locked and chest upright as I look down at her face, eyes closed and deep concentration on the intensity of the moment as the light from the fireplace and candles flicker, throwing shadows, veiling her beauty- she is just as beautiful as they day we met, the time I first had her and every day thereafter... My short shallow strokes across her entrance tease her wanton body. "Yes," she quips feeling my passion as I push myself deeper with each penetration, to join with her, meld as one, deep inside her warmth. "Kitten, would it be this good with Mr. Sexy?" "No," she whispers, "I just want you..." she says, hands gripping my shoulders, holding on as I increase my pace. I slowly push as deep as possible and then hold still. Kitten's legs, wrapped around me tighter, trying to pull me closer, deeper. She thrusts her hips up, hungrily impaling herself on my steel hard cock. "C'mon Honey, fuck your naughty Kitten," she begs frustrated, her lips clutching at the base of my sex. "You want me, Kitten?" "Yes," she says and I thrust hard, driving myself into her, seeking to control and dominate. Kitten cries in a high pitch and I split her again. "Give it to me..." she says in a ragged voice. I thrust hard and deep again. Kitten cries out in passion. I thrust again and she screams "Oh yes, more." "You want me to cum in you?" "Yes..." she hisses, her body on the edge, quivering in rapture. I lower my torso and bring my head to the crux of Kitten's shoulder and neck and continue rutting, hard measured deliberate paced thrusts, slamming my pelvis against hers, my head buried deep in her womb. I feel Kitten's hot breath crossing my ear and I hear her 'oh yes' quips with each thrust, her arms now around my shoulders, long thin delicate feminine fingers gentle draped across the back of my neck. I catch a glimpse of our joined image in the dining room mirror- Kitten's hot stocking clad legs now straight upward, sexy high heels pointed skyward and swaying with each penetration, her body submissively beneath me, a flower waiting for a seed. I surge forward and explode. Kitten feels me climax, raises her head, bites into my shoulder and whimpers as we climax together. Yes, Kitten is a tease, and I am too.... are you?