Pleasure

I opened the door to find her there, wearing only her black leather boots, the sapphire earrings I got her for Christmas and a smile.  I dropped by ID, my train pass and my book on the table, surprised at the treat that awaited me when I arrived home.  “Mmmmm,” I purred.  She grabbed the collar of my coat and yanked it to the floor with such force that I shuddered with excitement.  I shook my head, wet from the rain outside.  “Mmmmm, baby, what’s gotten into you?”  She seemed not to hear me as she followed with my sweater and undershirt, pulling with sense of urgency.  The house was quiet except for the sound of our everloudening breath.  I reached toward her.  “No, it’s my turn” she said, running her finger down my chest.  She pushed me up against the wall, scrambling for my belt.  I wriggled, playfully trying to get free.  “I told you no,” she ordered as she snapped the belt.  The licked my lips as I looked her up and down.  The black boots, the neatly trimmed curls of her pubic hair, the earrings… The urge to touch her soft skin was unbearable, but I knew, today, she was in charge.  My heart raced faster as she pressed her body against me, rubbing my skin against the rough texture of the wall.   With her left hand, she held me back, pressing at my chest.  Skillfully, with her right hand, she unbuttoned my khakis and shuffled them to the floor.  Standing there in my white boxer briefs with pants around my ankles, I felt vulnerable.  She reached down to carress the mound growing in my briefs, craddling my balls.  “Mmmmm…nice” she said.  “May I touch you now?”  She shook her head as she continued to rub, faster now.  “Mmmmm”   I tilted my head, arching my back toward her.  She reached down, running her fingers along the waistband of my briefs, carefully lowering them to reveal my hard cock.  She lowered her mouth to the tip, slowly taking it in as she carressed that spot between my balls and my ass.  Fast, slow, fast slow, she continued, expertfully bringing me to ecstasy.  “Ohhhhh.  Ohhhh.”  I shuddered.  She smiled.  “Welcome home, baby.”

You think this was real?  Ha!  Not likely. 

The reality is that I came home to an empty house after picking Ryan up from daycare (which he enjoys by the way).  We played with his musical stacker, read “Elmer and His Friends”, played “Superbaby” and had a bottle.  He giggled when I asked “Who’s the baby?” in a goofy voice and screamed in delight when I gave him several zerburts on his bare belly.  After about an hour, he fell asleep on my chest, arms stretched out like a bear hug. 

I’m not sure which reality is more pleasureable.