The Pose of The Week
It was 5:30 in the evening, I had worked all day, and I was tired, ready to relax, and happy to be home. I opened the front door, picked up the newspaper on the porch, and nearly fell backwards. When I turned to enter the living room, I saw a figure in the hallway. I turned towards the figure and what greeted me felt like a runaway train. Standing at the end of the hall, facing away from me, bent over at a slant, her back curved, her legs spread, and gazing at me from her bare shoulder was my wife, smiling and seemingly saying, "Take a look at this."
I spotted her enticing pussy between her legs, bare, pink, glistening, and spread wide open. Her long, luscious legs, and her delightful posterior were there for me to marvel at. She was posed, standing still, glancing at me over her bare shoulder with a grin, putting on her best show. As I walked towards her, I placed my hand on the small of her back and claimed how I admired the spectacle. She stood unmoved, stated this was pose number one, and each week on a Friday, I would come home to a new pose. She maintained the pose as I circled her, reveling in the exquisite work of art before me. I adored it. The living sculpture was stunning and supremely sensual.
"How did you come up with this idea?" I inquired.
Still posing, she revealed she had looked through some of my magazines, determining which ones I'd likely appreciate. I said it was a good idea. "Apparently, you like 'pussy' shots," she said with a mischievous smirk, "so I opted to start with this one. Do you like it?"
"I adore it," I proclaimed.
"Every Friday, after you arrive home and admire your chosen pose, I'll remain naked until the weather changes and it turns cold," she shared, "I'll prepare nude meals, partake in nude eating, and be at your disposal for the remainder of the day. You do prefer me nude, correct?"
"I love you in any form I can acquire. However, nude is my preference," I disclosed.
"Perhaps with me on top of you like cowgirl?" she suggested, still stayed put.
"I appreciate you in that manner as well," I responded. "Will you settle for weekly shifts?" I inquired.
"It will add some excitement to your work week," she shared, grinning. "From Friday evening, until the weather cools, I'll be naked for your enjoyment."
We had been married for five years at that point. Our sex life was solid, but everyday life had gradually diminished our sexual frequency. We had not been engaging in sexual activities as often as in the initial years. Nonetheless, her weekly pose plan reinvigorated our relationship.
That week at work, I frequently thought about which pose would appear where and when. Each week, following the pose, sexual encounters were explosive and thrilling. She thought up the concept of configuring the pose where I'd find it, so not only was I unaware of the pose, but also its location.
We had met in university and she wasn't initially fond of me. I fell for her, but she confides she didn't care for me in the beginning. She asserts I seemed arrogant and egotistical. Although I argue I was primarily shy and insecure. I tried to hide my shyness with an air of self-assurance.
It took several months for her to take notice of me. Finally, she consented to sample my goodies, and we dined and went to a movie.
From the beginning, our sex life was phenomenal, and I believed I had died and risen to heaven. She was willing to venture into new positions, and we had sex several times per week.
On the second Friday, after discovering my debut backdoor pose, I entered the house, excited to see what my second week's pose would be. I approached the front door and she was not by the hallway entrance. I ventured to the family room, only to find no one there. To my astonishment, the house was silent and I roamed about, searching each room, thinking the kitchen might be the room I'd encounter her in. Eventually, my search brought me to the kitchen, and there on the counter was my wife sitting next to the sink on a beach towel, her legs elevated and her knees parted, glancing aside.
Her vagina was spread wide and dripping wet, it seemed she had nearly reached her climax before striking the pose. She held her position, but gestured with her head towards her wet slit, as if beckoning me to taste her goods.
I moved to her location and followed her directive to her wet slit, offering me a treat. There was a chair in front of where she sat, and if I sat in the chair my mouth would be right at the level of her mound. I sat down, leaned forward, and kissed her vagina. Then I extended my tongue and glided it along the length of her slit, moving from the bottom all the way to the upper region, where her clitoris peeked out at me.
I extended my tongue out and drove it into her, going as deep as I could reach. She inhaled quickly as my tongue touched her clitoris. As I dined on her, she placed a hand on top of my head and pulled me in closer. My nose brushed up against her damp sex. I feasted on her for twenty minutes and she held the position for another ten minutes as I prepared dinner for us in the oven.
She remained nude throughout the night and we watched the television together while she was nude pressed against me. We shared a few kisses during commercials, and at ten we retired to the bedroom and made love before falling asleep. It was the end of a fantastic day, one I'll always remember.
During the subsequent week, I couldn't think about anything except the upcoming Friday's pose. On the third Friday, I arrived home at my usual time. Once more, the house was silent, and I searched each room until I found her on the bed, lying prone, her legs spread wide, her forehead on the pillow, her eyes closed and anticipatory.
I sat down in the overstuffed chair in the corner and simply admired the scenery presented to me. I sat there for five minutes before proceeding to the bed and kissing her on the bare buttocks. She crossed her feet and arched her back, presenting her buttocks to me. I knelt on the bed and leaned forward and ran my tongue the length of the cranny between her buttocks. My tongue came into contact with the warm circle surrounding her anus.
I circled her anus with my tongue and then pushed it into her minuscule opening as far as I could reach. She sighed and dropped her head. "Oh yes," she breathed as I licked around her small brown orifice. She moved her legs apart for me and I disrobed without removing my tongue from her buttocks. When I was naked, I lay on the bed on my stomach, my mouth against her rear.
She came quickly from my tongue and lips, and we collapsed in a heap of nakedness. A short while later, we made our way to the kitchen and prepared dinner, both of us nude, and subsequently ate without dressing. After dinner, we spoke for a while about our respective days, then retired to bed and engaged in intercourse. It was more about love than pure sex, but it was scorching and delectable.
The Friday after that, I was desperate to return home and discover the surprise. Upon arriving at the family room, I discovered Claire near the sofa, completely naked, perched on an exercise ball, her legs stretched out, and with her mouth slightly ajar, her eyes shut, and her hand between her thighs and clearly masturbating. She motioned me with her head to join her. I approached her and she removed her fingers from her vagina and held them out to me. I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked the cream from her. I kept her fingers in my mouth and sucked them like a lollipop. She smiled at me as I held her wet fingers, licking them with my tongue while enjoying them and their citrusy taste.
After we finished, we cuddled on the sofa, had sex again, and retired to the bed and ended the night with a slow, sensual lovemaking session. Saturday morning, we remained in bed, made love again, and lazed about for an additional hour.
Last Friday, I came home at 5:15 and found her in the backyard sitting with her legs spread open widely, her head tipped back, and her hands behind her, resting on the deck. She was perfectly positioned for oral sex, and I knelt in the space between her thighs on my stomach and placed my mouth in her slit. She placed both hands on my head and held me tightly.
She held the pose for nearly fifteen minutes before she tilted her head up, looked me in the eye, and shoved her fingers up inside me. We looked at one another for a few brief moments, and then she drew her fingers out, extended her tongue, and inserted it into my mouth. After sharing her essence, we ate, enjoyed dessert (a pussy sundae), and drifted off to sleep from the spectacular finale.
I gently touched her with my tongue, curling it to gather moisture as I slid it up between her folds. She brought her knees close together and spread them apart, inviting me into her delicate, pink entrance. She moaned softly and inhaled deeply. I placed my palms on her thighs and spread them even further apart.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, pushing me closer. After a few moments, I moved up until my penis was aligned, and she lay back on the deck. She lifted her knees and spread them as wide as possible. I started thrusting slowly, then picking up speed. We made love in the patio until we both reached our climaxes. She cried out in passion and I embraced her tightly. Our orgasms lasted a long time, leaving us both exhausted and limp with satisfaction.
She demonstrated more positions for me. One had her standing upright, her back to me, hands on her slim legs, and looking to the side. Her buttocks would be the main focus, and it would be enticing. There was another where she was kneeling, her back arched, her head down, her bottom cheeks slightly parted, and her legs opened. She asked me if I liked the one she showed me in a picture, where a woman was sitting with her arms behind her, her knees apart, and her face turned down and her eyes lowered, as if she was shy and slightly embarrassed about revealing her pussy.
To be honest, if she was enacting the pose and unclothed, I liked them all. She had provided me with weeks of inventive concepts to spice up our lives. Each of her weekly poses were in a different part of the house and in various positions, and each one had given us an exciting evening of sex, closeness, and desire. The poses were similar, but the location in the house made a significant difference. She is a devoted wife who I would not want anything more from.
I have jotted down what has transpired and attempted to give you readers an inkling of the imaginative and stimulating things my wife does to make our lives more remarkable. I couldn't ask for more from a partner, and I am so grateful that she finally saw something attractive in me. It has been a fascinating life together, but her efforts to liven things up certainly presented a facet I could not have foreseen. She has been a godsend, going out of her way to make our lives thrilling, invigorating, and anything but uneventful, and that's all a man could ask for.
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