To escape from everyday family life, we wanted to have a nice evening in the old town. Go out for a really nice meal, almost as always, at our favorite restaurant, the Spanish restaurant on the corner, and then stroll through the old town for a bit. Are we going to the Spanish restaurant again today? I asked my sweetheart from the bathroom, where I was still naked and getting ready for the evening. Yes, of course, I’ll call right away so we can get our table quickly>, he replied in a good mood. I heard him on the phone in the living room and shortly afterwards I received confirmation that everything was organized. This is going to be a wonderful evening, I thought, and looked at myself in the big mirror. My name is Angelika and I live in Graz. It is in Styria, the most beautiful state in Austria. I am 34 years old and my husband and I have two children aged 6 and 9.
I like to look at myself in the mirror when I’m naked so that I can immediately counteract any signs of deterioration that one has to counteract with all sorts of methods at my age. And as I look in the mirror again and again, I’ve done a damn good job of that. Despite having two children, my breasts are firm, not too big and not too small; in technical terms, they’re 75 B, or sometimes C, depending on the cut. My hips curve beautifully inwards and then widen out again erotically at the pelvis, before transitioning into beautifully long feet. When will you be finished, my husband asked from the living room, tearing me out of my thoughts. 30 minutes, I chimed back. I finished getting dressed and then stood in front of my huge wardrobe to make my selections for this evening.
Unfortunately, with two children, there is rarely time for a nice evening together, and so we always celebrate such occasions down to the smallest detail. We are both sexually open-minded and have already had some experiences that I will tell you about in the course of this blog, and that includes the fact that I naturally want to please my husband. Just as he tries to please me. That’s why I reached purposefully into my underwear drawer and pulled out a small package from the bottom that I had bought a few weeks ago, in order to hide it exactly where he wouldn’t find it, for just such occasions. Almost as always, it was turquoise with the obligatory P on the packaging. Insiders should know what I’m talking about.
From the package I took a black thong with rhinestones from Swarovski as well as the matching bra, which gave my bust a little extra lift, and the matching suspender belt. As always, I celebrated putting the stockings on in front of the large mirror in the bedroom to test my visual impact. I really liked what I saw. I slowly put the stockings on so as not to risk a ladder, and then I hooked the suspender belts onto the toes of the stockings. I slowly turned around in front of the mirror and was extremely pleased with the result. This would be a nice surprise for my husband. I didn’t need to be afraid of being seen now, because as always on such evenings, my husband wanted him to see me fully dressed first, so that the surprise of what I had chosen underneath would be greater.
And there were always surprises for him, from today, an outrageously expensive suspender set with rhinestones, to micro sets, tights without panties underneath, or the same thing, but without tights. On this beautiful early summer evening, I had decided on suspenders, because the evening in the old town might still be chilly. I slowly pulled up my black short skirt and to make it all perfect, I decided on a white satin blouse. My husband was already sitting in the living room, ready to go, as always, and was typing on his iPhone when I came down the stairs. When he heard me and looked up, the iPhone almost fell out of his hand, which confirmed my choice of clothing. I knew exactly that he was now feverishly wondering whether these were tights or hold-up stockings or suspenders.
I walked past him teasingly and felt his hot gaze on my bottom. I took my jacket from the coat rack and slipped, not entirely unerotically, into my high heels. We strolled hand in hand to our car. I kept feeling his sideways glance, probably because I had my blouse open maybe one button more than was necessary. On the drive to the Spanish restaurant we talked as usual about all sorts of things, friends, the weather and so on, but as always I also constantly felt his gaze on me and that made me hot. I knew exactly that he was trying to x-ray the hem of my skirt with his eyes to find out what it looked like underneath, but I was meticulous about making sure that the skirt didn’t ride up too high and reveal anything.
When we arrived at the Spanish restaurant, we were shown our table as usual, which was a little more secluded in a corner than all the other tables. For me, this Spanish meal with Spanish music in the background is always a kind of foreplay, because I think the atmosphere and the food are just great. When the dessert arrived, I asked him, “What are we going to do today?” Hmm, how long do we need to get home? He asked back, giving me greedy looks. No way, we don’t have any children today, and we’re going to make the most of that, sweetheart. I leaned over to him and gave him a long, passionate kiss on the mouth. I leaned on his thigh. OK, then we’ll stroll around the city a little and then go for a nice cocktail. Satisfied with the answer, I enjoyed my dessert.
When I was finished, I looked him in the eyes and said, “I love you.” He immediately beamed at me, as he always did, and leaned over for a kiss. He put his hand on my thigh and I could hear his breathing, which increased in speed as he felt the lace edge of the suspenders through the thin fabric of the skirt. I kissed him passionately, took his hand and guided it back to the hem of my skirt. I paused there briefly and then slowly pushed his hand back up, under the hem of the skirt, until he could feel the hot flesh of my thighs on the inside. He moaned very quietly during the kiss. When we pulled away again, he looked at me with incredible love. We paid and strolled slowly towards the cocktail bar.
There were two ways to get there, either by road, which was a bit longer, or through the city park, which was dark at that time of day, but it was shorter if you walked straight through the park. I didn’t usually like that, because the park was notorious for its dark figures at night, and drugs were unfortunately not uncommon here either. And being mugged or finding a dead junkie were not really on my list of erotic foreplay. That’s why my husband reacted with surprise when I pulled him onto the dark paths of the park at the junction instead of staying on the brightly lit street. After just a few steps we were swallowed up by the darkness. I didn’t really intend to walk through the park, so I quickly pulled him under a large bush.
Which formed a sort of canopy of leaves and was not visible from the street, and on the other side there was nothing but darkness. I pulled him to me, kissed him, and became more and more demanding. He was hesitant at first, but when I put my hand on his crotch and started to knead and massage, an audible moan escaped him. I pulled his head further towards me and whispered in his ear, “Sweetheart, I want you to take me here and now, otherwise I can’t take it anymore. Oh God, you’re driving me crazy, he whispered back. Before he could react, I had unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. I was already squatting in front of him and in the darkness I felt his hard cock, which was already standing straight up, so that it could immediately disappear into my mouth. The moaning was now much louder.
That made me incredibly hot, because my husband usually only moans rarely and then certainly not loudly. He knows exactly that I like it and sometimes does it on purpose to excite me, but I know the difference very well whether the moaning is real or intentional. And this moan was real. I greedily pushed his cock into my mouth again and again, playing with his glans with my tongue. His cock pulsed in my mouth and his pelvic movements became more demanding. I quickly stood up, turned around, pressed my pelvis against his naked cock and started to slowly circle my pelvis. Again I was rewarded with a moan. His hands were on my hips and he enjoyed my movements. But now I wanted more and whispered, push up my skirt and finally fuck me.
He immediately grabbed the hem of my skirt and pushed it up, feeling the suspenders and again I was rewarded with a loud moan. Now it was me who lost control of the game, because that last moan excited me so much that my knees began to shake, but also from anticipation that he would now push his hard cock into me. But far from it, even though he could hardly see anything because of the darkness and was almost dying of excitement, he knelt behind me, pushed my thong to the side and pushed his hot tongue directly into my wet grotto. Now a loud moan escaped me, because I hadn’t expected that. I felt my hot juice running down the inside of my thighs. Slowly he licked my hot slit and my knees became weaker and weaker.
I imagined the scene of him kneeling behind me, his face buried between my buttocks, while I stood bent over with my skirt and suspenders hiked up, holding onto my cock, and that turned me on immensely. He quickly switched his tongue to his fingers and pushed two fingers into my tight hole. After eleven years of being together, he immediately found the spot inside my pussy that was most sensitive for me and started to slowly move his fingers back and forth, massaging that one spot over and over. It was incredible, and my crotch got wetter and wetter. His right hand was inside me, and with his left he was holding onto my foot. With gentle movements of his pelvis, he rubbed his hot cock against my stockinged legs.
That almost drove me crazy and I tried to wriggle out of his tight grip, even if only half-heartedly, because I knew exactly what was in store for me if I let it continue. But it came quicker than I expected. A short but intense orgasm made my body tremble and I had to bite the collar of my satin blouse so as not to wake up half the town. Again I heard a real moan behind me, because it was rather rare that I came just like that when playing outdoors. For me that usually always required peace and quiet, a pleasant atmosphere, but in return I was able to experience an orgasm up to 10-12 times in a row, thanks to the magic fingers of my god-man. And now I wanted more, I pressed my pelvis harder and rhythmically against my husband’s fingers and again I was rewarded with a real moan, which made me even hotter.
His pelvic movements on my legs also became faster and I could practically feel his excitement. His fingers became more demanding and pushed hard into my wet pussy. I would probably have to take off my stockings later, I thought in a strange moment of mental clarity, because they were already quite wet from my juices, which had been flowing down my legs towards gravity for quite a long time and in quite large quantities. And then I felt my husband tense up, his pelvis twitched uncontrollably and his fingers dug hard into my thighs and to confirm this I felt his hot juice running down my calves. He let out another moan, louder this time than all the others before, and I couldn’t hold back any longer either. Almost at the same time I was overcome by an orgasm the likes of which I had rarely experienced before.
I could feel my juice squirting out of my hot pussy and all the muscles in my body contracting, only to relax and contract again. I was shaking uncontrollably and over and over a stream of hot juice squirting out of my pussy, right into my husband’s face. I slowly collapsed and my husband caught me tenderly and supported me, whispering in my ear, “Sweetheart, you are incredible, I love you!” I managed a quick “I love you too” and then let myself fall completely. After we leaned against the tree trunk for a few minutes, tightly embraced on his jacket, we both pulled ourselves together as best we could so that we could make it to the car without attracting too much attention. Which was difficult in the dark because the extent of the juices was clearly visible.
I adjusted my skirt and felt my wet panties on my pussy, which immediately turned me on again. We walked slowly back to the car, especially with unsteady steps. We definitely couldn’t go to the cocktail bar. But we didn’t care, we had experienced and enjoyed the first climax of the evening, and there would definitely be another one at home, if we made it that far.
