To the bedroom for privacy

My wife climbs onto the kitchen table and starts crawling across it to Ross. She really trust the craftsmanship of the table to be able to hold her weight and not tip over. Ross growls at her from his chair.

I stand up, and take Rachel’s hand. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

She leads me to her room. She locks the door behind her. She explains, “I don’t want any unexpected visitors, and I want to take my time.”

I laugh, “The complete opposite of our spouses. I bet they’ve both already come.”

“Let’s not talk about them,” Rachel says. She leads me to the bed, and sits down beside me. “Let’s talk about us.”

“Sure,” I say. I take a risk and place my hand on her smooth thigh. I’m know she wants me but I’m still so nervous. I say, “It took a lot of courage tonight, asking if I still wanted to trade spouses.”

“Oh my god. I know,” she smiles nervously. “I felt like a bad wife, but I had to take the risk. I knew I’d never have the opportunity or the nerves for this to happen again.”

I squeeze her thigh, “I never thought this would happen. The first time you walked past me ten years ago, wearing tight riding pants and knee high boots, I thought Ross was the luckiest guy ever.”

Rachel places her hand on my chest, “You remember what I was wearing when we first met? Thats so cute.” Her legs shift as she nudges closer to me.

“When you think of a memory of me, what am I wearing?” I ask. My thumbs rubs on the inside of her thigh.

“Hmm,” she thinks pointy her pretty lips together. I should kiss them right now. Don’t wait. “Ha a T-shirt where you have cut the sleeves off. You wore one when we hiked up the Incline, and I couldn’t stop checking out your arms.”

She grabs the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head. She tosses it to the floor. She rubs her hand on my upper arm, squeezing and massaging as she works her way down. “You have such sexy arms.”

She takes her pretty lips and kisses on my arms. Each soft kiss leaving with a smack and a little of her saliva. She rubs her hand up my another arm as she kisses.

Why the hell am I just letting her kiss my arms? Be a man.

I take my hand from her thigh. I brings my knuckles up under her jaw, and tilt her head up. I bring my face down and meet her with a kiss. Her soft wet lips suck gently on my bottom lip. I can feel her smile between.

She places her hand on my arm, and pulls away, “You’re shaking. Why are you so nervous? My husband isn’t going to be mad at you.”

I breathe and just to settle my vibrating body. My blood racing through my body. I try to explain, “I just can’t believe this is happening. You are stunning and have the body of a goddess. You’re way out of my league. I don’t want to ruin it.”

Rachel softly kisses me, “You’re not going to ruin anything. How about you sit back and let me take control at first? Then for round two I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable and confident, and you can take control of me.” She slips her mouth to my earlobe, and nibbles it, “I can be very obedient.”