Erotica

Helping Hand — A Husband’s Fantasy

Relax, enjoy the view. This is all about your pleasure — She smiled

Tricia put down her paperwork, she’d been proofreading all day. Removing her tortoiseshell glasses, (he admired how strict they made her look) she watched him for a moment. His feet were up on the sofa and his tablet rested on his knees while he scrolled, but he soon felt the weight of her gaze.

“Let’s go upstairs. Now.”

She said it without urgency, but he responded immediately, setting the device to one side. She climbed the stairs ahead of him, a gentle swing to her hips which she hoped he would admire. Once in the bedroom she began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Take your jeans off, get comfortable.”

With an expectant look, he hurried to remove socks and jeans, climbing onto the bed in undershorts which clung to his sculpted buttocks and thighs.

Tricia moved confidently round the room, drawing the blinds and arranging lube and tissues on the bedside table. So far she’d only removed her skirt. Her unbuttoned top framed her matching bra and panties set, jewel bright against her pale skin.

As she felt his eyes on her, expectations weighed heavy in the air, dampening the satin strip of her panties which clung to her labia. She always enjoyed having the upper hand and now his excitement was palpable.

Sitting beside him on the plump quilt she dispensed clear lube into her hands and rubbed them together. The slick sound made lust twist lust inside her and he sucked in a breath as she grasped his stiffening cock. Encircling it with her hand she began to pump gently, coating it with the clear lubricant.

Her subject sighed and bit his lip.

“You’re so sexy.” He was eager.

“Relax, enjoy the view. This is all about your pleasure.” She smiled encouragingly.

“Aren’t we going to …?”

“I’d like to concentrate on you.”

She met his eyes while stroking his member, from base to tip, allowing his foreskin to slip fluidly with her movements.

He stroked and cupped her breasts as she continued her ministrations. As his palm grazed over the fabric, it woke her nipples into alert points. Soon though, he settled back and enjoyed the sensations she was evoking. Lulled into a haze of arousal by her insistent stimulation, his nerve endings were soon singing like a choir. Fighting the feelings Tricia was awaking was like trying to ski uphill. As her grip tightened, his focus shifted to his blood engorged manhood, delightfully swollen and straining for more attention.

Tricia swapped hands without losing her rhythm. Already she sensed subtle changes in his body language, his hips tilted and pumped very slightly, making him squirm. She watched flexes in the hard wall of his abdominal muscles, involuntary spasms which signalled the building tension in his body. His eyes had drifted closed, but that was OK.

She enjoyed the view. His cock stood stiff and proud from his body, he’d begun shaving himself recently, and she admired how this grooming enhanced its length. It looked so alive, hungry somehow as it jutted from his groin to point skywards. The drools of precum were lost amid the lube she was using, but she knew by now they were there. Cupping his smooth balls, she squeezed gently until he groaned, pushing his crotch into her hand.

Time to bring this ship into shore, she mused gripping harder. Cupping his balls and manipulating them deftly with one hand, she pumped his shaft harder and faster with the other.

“C’mon baby, give it to me!” She coaxed him. Her velvety voice held a hint of steel, to which she knew he’d respond.

Maintaining a more frenzied pace to her strokes, she reached with her free hand to tease and tweak at his small dark nipples. A groan of pleasure escaped his slack mouth. Tricia experienced a spike of lust at her core, she had him at her mercy. Like a cat toying with her prey she watched his body pulse and squirm in response to her alternating light and more spiteful touches.

“Come on, you know you want to,” she pistoned his cock in her slippery grip.

His hips pressed upwards, bucking off the bed so she judged his release was imminent. She pinched his nipple then pulled it taut, eliciting a groan of pleasure mixed with pain. Her own body was responding now; she detected a slickness between her labia in response to his animalistic noises. She got quite a thrill from the power play.

“Pinch your nipples,” she instructed, he complied on auto pilot.

She swapped hands to begin using lubricated fingers to stroke and press his perineum, gradually letting one work its way up to tease his anal whorl. Without penetrating, she nudged and pressed around and against his sensitive pucker while continuing to fist his cock with a vengeance.

His breath became laboured as he assaulted his own nipples while Tricia teased him front and back. Suddenly his ragged gasping combined with pulsing twitches from his hips, resulting in jism spurting from the tip of his penis. It decorated his abdomen with ragged strings of opaque fluid which signified a pleasurable climax as clearly as his groans of delight.

“Shit! That was intense Tricia,” he congratulated her, once he’d regulated his breathing.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Look how far you came!” She giggled.

They both admired the trails of ejaculate which had landed just above his pecs.

“Not bad for an old geezer,” she teased him, earning a swat on her behind as she got off the bed to wash the mixture of lube and fluids off her hands.

“Thank you darling. Do you mind if I grab a shower?” He pulled her in for a kiss before he headed into the bathroom.

Tricia headed off to find her laptop. Time to write some smutty prose, she was definitely in the mood to create something hot and heavy now.