Damion came home and dropped his black trench coat on the white sofa in the apartment. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before I was able to ask him how work was. It was a late Friday night and I had been thinking of him all day long. He had taken the car we both shared so I had been in the house almost the entire day.
“It went by slowly,” he told me. We chatted for a while about work and I made him some dinner since I knew he hadn’t gotten a break (again) during the day.
He sat on the red couch to relax and take off his shoes after he ate while I cleaned up. I could see from the kitchen that he was nodding off a bit. “Well now, that just won’t do at all,” I thought to myself. I dried off my hands and went into the other room as quietly as I could.
Once in the bedroom I slipped out of my clothes and found my sexy purple chemise and slipped that on, relishing in the silky feel against my body. I walked into the other room and found Damion sitting on the sofa quite asleep. I sat down on his lap. He woke up, as expected. When he saw what I was wearing for him, a huge smile crossed his face. Before he could say anything, I kissed him. As he responded to my kiss, and put his tongue against mine, I could feel myself getting wet.
“Something on your mind?” he asked. I answered him with another of those mind-blowing kisses and he responded in turn. I stood up, letting on of the straps fall off my shoulder and my long hair fall in front of one of my eyes.
“Come with me, unless you’re too tired,” I purred at him. He, of course, would follow me anywhere at that point. I took his hand and brought him into the bedroom.
At this point, to my surprise, he took over. Damion pulled me to him and kissed me; he kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth as mine explored his. I held onto him for dear life as my knees went weak for a moment and the wetness between my thighs increased. I couldn’t take it any longer; I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands over the hair on his chest. I’ve always loved running my hands over him for just that reason. I calmed down just a bit, enough to slowly undo his belt, unzip his pants and pull the button out. His pants slid to the floor.
Damion put his hands on my hips, moving them up and down. His lips found my neck and the spot that turns me on like nothing else. His hands moved down my thighs to the bottom of my satin chemise and then under. He slid his hands up, slowly, as if he had never felt me before. He took the small bit of fabric up and over my head; it fell to the floor. Damion took a step back and admired my body, letting me look at his. My eyes, inevitably, were drawn down to his now enlarged cock. He put his hand on my left breast, and was so soft and sensuous, as if this was all new to him.
This is a true story of how my wife got me the promotion I deserved. My company’s annual conference was being held abroad in the South of France, and spouses were encouraged to attend. It was a beautiful resort, and my wife jumped at the chance to come.
