It’s incredible how hot an encounter can be even when you barely touch one another! I recently started to write down some of my favorite sexual experiences with my wife, Anne, for her as erotica. Some background about us: I’m a Caucasian male, mid-thirties, 6’1” with dark hair, a well-toned body, and a 7-inch cock. My wife Anne is a 5'6", soft-but-thin mid-thirties woman with long dark hair, perfect pale skin, perky C-cups, and a luscious ass.

It was a quiet Sunday before Christmas, and each of us was relaxing after a busy week. Presents needed wrapping, the house needed cleaning, and almost all of our time was spent apart. Having not yet had sex all week, I was feeling frustrated, but was taking some time to focus on my writing. Of course, my mind wandered to this collection of stimulating memories and my hungry brain decided it was time to jot down some more stories.

As I recalled details of recent fun we’d had and wrote them down, I became more aroused, replaying our most intense encounters in my mind. Every now and then I would remove my hand from the keyboard and stroke my hardening penis through my pants as it throbbed against the fabric. I would type a sentence, put a hand to my cock, trace its length and head, then return my fingers to the keys to write some more. This experience was tantric, mesmerizing, an exercise in dwindling self-control.

While I continued to write, Anne came upstairs and without coming to visit me in our office, announced she was going to take a shower. She had been doing an array of chores in preparation for the impending holiday and needed some time to recuperate. And so, as I heard the water start to fall in our bathroom, I naturally became even more aroused at the thought of joining her and filling her with my cock as I had so many times before.

Eventually, the excitement of my imagination was too much for me, so I pulled down my pants and got to work on my cock, struggling to write coherent sentences as I jerked it slowly between bursts of typing. I re-read what I had written, intermittently correcting mistakes I’d made in grammar or sentence structure, adding details when they came to mind, but my cock continued to harden with each passing moment. I stroked myself more forcefully, stretching and tugging on my penis until it was fully engorged in my hand. My breath was heavy, my cheeks flushed, as I opened my hidden folder of sexy photos of my wife we’d taken over the years. I moved the image window alongside my document on screen, clicking through the pictures fast as I re-read what I’d already written about recent encounters.

Her smiling face looked at me from the photos teasingly, a perfectly round breast exposed while she pulled down a nightgown. There she was, blindfolded on our bed, underwear pushed to the side and a thick dildo pushed in her pussy. And there she was again on her knees before me, face flushed and hungry with my cock pressed against her lips. I scrolled quickly through the photos, growing increasingly horny and stroking myself harder and harder as my mind began to wander. My eyes fixed on her body, on the times we’d enjoyed in the past, and my lust grew to a fever pitch until I had convinced myself that now was a perfect time to make a new memory.

Given the amount of time that had passed, I knew she was near to done with her shower. Desperate for her attention, I decided to surprise her as she had done to me so many times before, and wait on the bed with myself rock hard, ready, and revealed. And so I closed my file, saved my document, and hard cock waving before me, made my way to our bedroom. I removed my underwear and pants and sat on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom, throbbing cock in hand.

Behind the closed door she turned off the shower, then started to dry off, and as I heard her move through her routine my heart beat faster in anticipation. I had never done something like this and wondered how she would respond. Would she laugh and tell me to put it away? Would she be annoyed? Even now I’m not sure which head decided, but despite my misgivings I decided to confidently pursue my plan.

Minutes passed and I stroked myself harder, my cock now as long and hard and thick as it could be. I heard her put away her deodorant, hang up her towel. My hand was trembling, desperate for my wife to emerge and as she opened the door she gasped at the sight before her.

“Uh, what are you up to out here?” She asked with a laugh. My heart sank, afraid she was disinterested, but through harried breaths I persisted.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I said as seductively as I could manage.

“I can see that,” she replied, smiling. Her eyes wandered from my face down to my crotch, and I leaned back to show just how excited I was to see her. I pressed the skin around the base of my cock down and my penis stood straight up, waving gently in her direction.

As she looked at me, Anne pressed her own hand to her chest, right above her heart, and my eyes wandered over the soft curves of her pale-skinned figure. The thick thighs, the perfectly trimmed patch of hair at her crotch, the cute belly, the absolutely perfect C-cup breasts and their quarter-sized nipples, the adorable face with gleaming blue eyes. She looked at me a moment longer, lingering, then made her way to the tall fan we have in our room. As was her custom, she turned it on, spun around, and leaned forward to spread and dry her pussy with it. She waved her butt back and forth in front of the fan and her dangling breasts waved with it. I resumed stroking myself and all the while, her eyes never left me and my cock.

Anne crossed the room, back to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and stood in front of me. I reached out to caress her leg and pull her closer to me, but she stepped out of reach and shook her head, giggling.

“No, you can’t touch me,” she said with a grin on her lips and a gleam in her eye. I often controlled the pace and tenor of our sexual encounters because that’s how she preferred it, but when she had the chance and desire to exert control over me, she reveled in it. “Go on, show me how you cum. But you can’t touch me.”

As she said this, she got on her knees in front of me, perhaps a foot away, eyes darting from my face to my cock and back again. She seemed to be enjoying the show and was now smiling as she sat there before me, looking up at me with a playful tease in her eyes. She licked her lips and caressed her breasts, hands roaming up and down her body. I wanted desperately to pick her up, push her against the wall, and fuck her brains out. At this point she still wasn’t on birth control and the thought of filling her pussy and impregnating her there and then pushed me a step closer to orgasm.

“Give me your cum, I want to taste it,” Anne said breathily, mere inches from my cock. I groaned as I looked her in the eye and took in the sight of her breasts. She followed my gaze and bounced her tits up and down in response. I was jerking myself hard now, my dick red and throbbing. With her face so close, I looked and felt huge, and longed to lay my seven inches on her cheek.

Though she was outwardly keeping control of the situation, I had no doubt she was soaking wet and just as horny. My suspicion was soon confirmed when, without a word from me, she moved closer and stuck out her tongue. I know she loves the taste of meat, so I held my cock out for her to sample. In a heartbeat, her eyes were fixed on it and her tongue was licking at the shaft. She traced the length of me from balls to tip and the sensation of her warm, wet, velvety tongue on my cock’s head was divine. I breathed hard and thrust my hips toward her, eager to be inside, but she recoiled with a smile and waved her head “No.”

Anne looked at me lustfully, spread her legs, and put her hands on the floor to press her breasts together between her upper arms. That this position afforded her easier access to fun with her pussy was not lost on me and I hoped she would touch herself. She bobbed her head toward me again, this time taking the entire head of my cock between her lips. Teeth grazed its soft edges as she held it there and I continued to stroke my shaft. She moaned on me, the sound reverberating through my cock like a tuning rod and I moaned in reply. I stroked harder and harder, eager to cum for her, but hesitant for the moment to end. Still, my pleasure was difficult to contain and I felt myself approaching release.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue,” I managed to gasp. She tilted her head back and I laid the tip of my cock on her tongue. She looked up at me with her blue eyes shining with anticipation. I stroked myself furiously, the pressure at the base of my cock building and building.

“I’m going to cum,” I said with what little breath was left in my lungs. “Uh huh,” she grunted in reply while she held her mouth open and locked eyes with me. As I gazed down at her, perfect tits, pretty face, and waiting mouth, my orgasm arrived, unstoppable.

After nearly an hour and a half of edging and play, I ejaculated hard onto her tongue and directly down her throat. She closed her lips around me as I continued cumming, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Moaning in satisfaction at her work, she sucked what was left in me from my still hard cock, then released it from her control with a “pop.” She held her mouth open for a moment to show me the semen she’d managed to catch and then swallowed it all with a smile.

I fell back on the bed, exhausted, as she rose from the floor with a laugh to kiss me on the cheek and clean herself up yet again.