The Reward
written by:
Joyce

My daughter Julia's school was closed on Friday. More importantly, her day care was closed. Fortunately, my mother-in-law Sheila adores her, so she agreed to let her stay overnight on Thursday. My husband Tom gets off earlier than I do, and Sheila lives almost an hour away, so he left immediately after work to pick Julia up and take her to her grandmother's. Sheila, as is her way, made dinner for all them. At quarter to seven, my cell phone pinged with a text from Tom. "Just left. Wear the nightgown and you'll be rewarded." For Valentine's Day, he had bought me one of those nightgowns that covers a lot but may as well cover nothing because it's so sheer.

Since I knew I had some time, I took a bath with one of my perfumed soaps. When Tom came home, I had left just enough lights on for him to follow them into the bedroom. I was lying on the bed, spread-eagled. As he walked through the part of the hallway between the bathroom and the bedroom, I could see him sniffing the air. When he entered, he asked, "You used that soap, didn't you?" I nodded. I called it a perfumed soap, but they should just call it a pheromoned soap. He caressed my heels, raising my anticipation.

Tom got up and began undressing, starting with his necktie. "Leave it on," I said.

"Why?"

"You think I'm sexy in this nightgown? I like seeing you in a shirt and tie."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I said you'd be rewarded. Have it your way."

He took his belt off while I sang a line or two of "Working for the Weekend" and a couple songs I remembered from Magic Mike. His pants fell to the floor. He bent down to untie his shoes. I interrupted my montage to tell him, "Turn sideways." He did, and this time he didn't verbalize the "why." I managed to avoid touching myself while he undressed. He has the most perfect ass, which is why I like it when he wears briefs. Once he was down to the briefs, shirt and tie, he knelt at the foot of the bed. He kissed each toe in turn, caressing not only the toes and heels but the spaces between the toes. He separated my legs a little, got on the bed and kissed his way from my right ankle up to the knee, then turned and kissed his way down my right leg. While he was kissing the shin, he caressed the calf. He turned back, began caressing the right calf and kissed his way up the thigh. When he got to the top, he put two fingers through the crotch opening of the panty and rubbed my pussy. I let him do this for a minute or two and then moved my hips so his fingertips were right at my opening. He ran them up and down the cleft of the lips and then pulled them back. I whimpered until I saw him leaning in. Soon I felt his lips on my freshly trimmed pubic hair. "Do it," I murmured. Tom stuck his tongue through the opening and licked a circle around me. He reached inside the panty on both sides to pull my lips apart and got his tongue in. He licked my insides for a few seconds and pulled back.

"I can't get in very far. The bottom's in the way," he told me.

"Go ahead and take it off," I said. He gently pulled the string on the left until it was undone, and he folded the fabric over, exposing most of my pussy and all of my hip. He kissed a line along the crease of my thigh until he was at my pussy and licked a semicircle around the area he could reach. He pulled just as gently on the right string and slowly pulled the top half off. He separated my thighs and started to head for the center, but I told him, "Do the same thing you just did on the other side."

"Of course, Pat," he said, and he obliged.

Tom kissed the same line down the crease, but this time he was able to lick a circle all the way around me. He made sure he licked my clit the first time around, and then he spiraled in. He got his tongue further in than before, but this time I was the one stopping the action. "I love you for wearing the tie, but your tie clasp is rubbing below me, and it's the least sexy thing I've ever felt there outside of a doctor's office."

"Gotcha," Tom said. He loosened his tie and pulled it off. Of course, I briefly resumed my stripper music. He wrapped it around my hand and pulled them in the direction of the bedpost. "Oops, I got confused for a moment. That's for when you're being punished."

While he put his tie on the nightstand, I smiled and told him, "Remind me to be naughty tomorrow." He took his shirt off too and got back between my legs. Now he was able to go deep inside me with his tongue. He knows my favorite places, and if he missed any that night, I didn't mind because all the other spots felt so amazing. I was coming so hard and pushing so hard on his head that I was afraid I'd either choke him or drown him. I couldn't even watch his head move at the end because my boobs were heaving so hard. At the end, I raised my hips, and Tom reached underneath me to throw the panty out of the way. When I finished coming, Tom put his hands under my sides and gently got me onto all fours. He kissed my left butt cheek while he caressed the right. Then he kissed the right cheek while he caressed the left, but this time the kisses started from the outside and headed toward the center. "Here comes more of your reward," he said. I was never the girlfriend guys dream about who loves to take it in the ass. I like it okay, but what I love is when he licks my asshole. He ran his hands under the bodice and up my sides and licked a line between my butt cheeks. I backed my hips up, encouraging him. He licked another line, a little closer, and then he gently pulled my cheeks apart and stuck his tongue in. His left hand slipped and started caressing my boob. I took his right and made it mirror the left. With his tongue in my ass and his hands palming my nipples, I was in heaven.

I bucked so hard at one point that his hand almost tore the stitching off the middle of the bodice. That gave me an idea. "Since you liked Valentine's Day so much, do you wanna give me another one of these next year?" I asked.

"Why?" he answered.

I pulled his hands out and got onto my back again. "Those novels are called bodice-rippers for a reason." Tom grinned. He put his hands on each side of the collar and pulled. The air conditioning had been on long enough that we weren't feeling a cold blast. It was blowing just enough for me to feel the cool air washing over my exposed tits. Okay, everything was exposed except my shoulders. Naturally, Tom decided to kiss my shoulders first. Once he did that, he worked his way down to my tits. He took each one into his mouth, first gently and then sucking it flush against the roof of his mouth. He put both hands underneath me so he could hold my tits even closer. I moved his left hand down toward my butt, and he followed with his right. When he did, I could feel his hard cock near the top of my thigh. "Give it to me, Tom," I urged. He pulled back and placed his cockhead directly at my opening. "Now!" I pleaded. He knows what I mean and what I don't mean when I say that. He pushed the head in immediately but nothing more. He held me close. I reached down and rubbed that gorgeous butt of his. "I wish I could see your ass while you fuck me," I told him. Tom got off the bed and pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket. "Don't you dare!" I shouted.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said. After a moment, he added, "Unless you wanted to, of course." He set the camera to video but didn't record. He put it on the side of the bed and gently moved me onto my back again. He moved over me and asked, "Can you see it?"

I looked to the side, "Yeah, I can see it. Fuck me for the camera!" I said.

Tom entered me again, this time in a single smooth motion. He looked toward the camera and told me, "Say cheese!" Once he was all the way in, he thrust back and forth, gaining speed as he went. Tom's perfect speed is a little less than his top speed. That works for us, though, because as soon as he hit that top speed, he let up a little and started moving his hips so he was going at different angles. He tried to kiss me, but I'd only let him kiss my neck and shoulders because he'd just reamed me. After a couple minutes of this, he hit one of my sensitive inside spots at the same instant that I felt the top of his shaft rubbing my pubic bone. It was the perfect moment. I wasn't quite coming, but I grabbed that beautiful ass and told him, "Come for me, Tom! Come in my cunt!"

"I couldn't stop if I wanted to, Pat!" he shouted.

I felt his cock getting thicker inside me, and the second I felt him shooting inside me, I started coming too. "Fuck me! Fuck me, honey!" I groaned. He tried to thrust, but my own pleasure had me locking my legs so tight that he couldn't pull back. I didn't mind, because just the feel of his hips against mine was so sensual. I held him in for so long, it made me think of when we first started trying to get pregnant. That made me smile.

We lay there together, him still inside me, for what felt like a beautiful eternity. "Did you like your reward?" Tom asked.

"I hope there's more to it!" I said with a smile.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

I pushed against his shoulders until he got off me. I got up and headed for the bathroom. Tom followed me. I opened the mouthwash and poured him a capful. "Clean your tongue so you can kiss me some more," I told him. While he did that, I closed the bathroom door.

Tom pointed out, "You don't have to do that, you know. No one else is here."

"I know that," I said, and I pointed to the mirror on the door. I started the shower and motioned for him to join me. He didn't need any instructions. He stepped in, and we left the curtain open. We soaped each other up, and as soon as I turned my back to him, he put his cock between my thighs. I stroked the portion of the head that I could grasp and angled myself. Tom put his hands around me and got his cock back inside my pussy. Once he'd made a few strokes without slipping out, he moved away from the shower head, not stopping until I told him, "That's perfect." I could see his butt in the mirror, and unlike the image on the phone, it didn't get blurry when he was at his busiest. "Oh, God, Tom, I love you!" I moaned.

His left hand had eased down, and now he was tweaking my clit while he fucked me. "I love you too, Pat!"

"Switch hands," I told him. Now his right hand was on my clit and his left hand was holding my tits up. It wasn't planned, but I could see them a little better in the mirror this way. No false modesty here, I have fantastic side-boobs. "Oh, shit!" I yelled. "Oh, shit!"

"Me, too," he said, in response to what I hadn't told him. He pulled me closer. I turned my head and let him kiss me on the lips as I felt his second load shoot into me. We toweled off and went to bed.

This summer Sheila's willing to let Julia stay over every Thursday. She seems to think it'll lead to another grandchild. No one's promising her anything, but you never know. I'm also thinking about letting Tom press the "record" button. I have a business trip next month, and it would be nice to have that to watch in my room.