Coming down the hall toward the front of the house, I heard splashing in the hall bathroom (where the tub is) and figured Julie was shaving her legs. I love to watch her in the bath and sometimes we talk and have a beer while she does that, so I grabbed the door knob and started to walk in. However, the door was locked. She’s never done this before – tried to lock me out, I mean. I wondered why.
“Julie, did you lock the door?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” Julie answered, “I did.”
“Oh, okay,” I replied. “Everything okay?”
“Uh-huh, just fine,” Julie answered again. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” I said, “see you in a bit, I guess.”
Hmm, this was strange. It’s just us in the house and I’ve never once known her to lock a bathroom door. Something is going on, I knew it, but, I didn’t want to have a conversation through the door, so, I let it go.
Walking into the kitchen, I got the idea to surprise Julie with a special snack she likes. I headed back down the hall to the bathroom to see how long she was going to be in there.
I knocked and asked “Hey, you shaving your legs?”
Again, she answered “Uh-huh.”
“Are you going to take a shower after that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh. I need to wash my hair.” She said.
That’s all I needed to know. That would give me enough time to work up her special surprise. “Okay, I’ll see you when you get done. I have a surprise for you.” I said.
“A surprise? What for?” she asked.
I didn’t answer her, I just went back to the kitchen and pretended I wasn’t at the door anymore. Once in the kitchen, I set to work creating her favorite dessert of all time. She actually told me once that it was better than sex. She’s never seen me make it, so it’s always a surprise when I do. It’s been at least 8 months since the last time, and I felt tonight was a good time to make it.
I call this dessert ‘Chocolate Smash’ and I stole the idea from a friend….. well, sort of. Before I got married, I once had a friend who went to a famous culinary institute in upstate New York. While there, they taught him how to make mousse and pudding from scratch. Experimenting, he added his own twists to it, and after some trail and error, came up with something that is, as Julie says, better than sex.
It’s chocolate pudding made with vanilla extract, vodka, amaretto and Irish whisky. I got the milk out and the pudding mix and starting mixing. Soon it was ready to cook. When you make this, you really have to watch it so it doesn’t boil, so, I stood right there the whole time and stir it until everything is done.
I heard the shower turn off just as the pudding was done. Knowing it would take her a few minutes to dry her hair, I let the pudding sit while I cleaned up my mess. When I heard the bathroom door crack open and the hair dryer turn on, I knew I was down to no more than 5 minutes before she would be out. I wanted to be standing there with her treat in my hand when she was ready to walk out of the bathroom.
I made it, too. I had been standing there maybe a minute when the door came open and she turned the light off. She was naked, holding the clothes she had been wearing in a bundle against her chest. She turned to go toward the bedroom as I said “Hey.”
I must have startled her since she jumped. I smiled and held out the warm pudding. “No way!” she yelled.
“Yes way, baby,” I said, “here’s your surprise.”
“Wow,” she said, “What did I do to deserve this?”
“Julie,” I said, “do you have any idea how much I love you? Do you know that my whole life is consumed with love and lust for you? When you told that girl today that you loved me more than anything else, do you know that’s not even a fraction of how much I love and adore you?”
She leaned in to kiss me. It was a tender, soft kiss. As the kiss lingered, I could smell the fragrance of her shampoo in her hair and I started to get hard. “Take this and let me take those.” I said reaching for the bundle of clothes.
I took the clothes from her and handed her the chocolate surprise. We walked toward the bedroom and she set the tasty treat on the dresser and started to open her lingerie drawer to get some panties. I stopped her saying “Hey, can you stay naked for me?”
“Okay,” she said. Pointing to my boxers, she asked “So, where’s your panties, Stud?”
“Not tonight, Baby. Tonight, I’m devoting myself totally to your pleasure. I want to make love to you and make you cum all night as many times as you desire. Any way you want it, and for as long as you want it. Will you let me?” I asked.
“Wow, any way I want it? Are you sure you’re ready for that?” She asked.
“Honey, I have been a living hard-on seven days a week for months now thanks to the things you’ve been doing. Fuck, it’s been unreal and more than I could have ever dreamed for. But, we’re going to have to even things up a little. I’m starting to feel guilty you’ve been catering to me and I haven’t been doing such a good job for you.”
“So,” she said, looking at me cautiously, “you want me to stop?”
“No, not at all,” I said, “I’m loving it, but, I just want to know that you’re enjoying things, too.”
I twisted to dump the clothes I was carrying into the laundry hamper. When I turned around, she was moving toward me. “Oh, Sweetie, I have been enjoying it, believe me, I have been. Being dominant has always been something I wanted, and, I’m so sorry I pushed you too far when we got back from the store. I just thought, you know….. we could try it like that.”
“Well, I hope you don’t think I’m mad or something, Julie. I Loved it. All of it. Everything you did and everything I did. It was time for some of that, I just couldn’t admit it or ask for it.” The words I said to her came from within me without thinking or planning them. They popped out of my mouth before I could even stop them. And you know, it felt good to say them. She smiled a knowing smile as if to say ‘Yes, I know’.
“I bet you’d like my panties to sniff tonight, huh?” She asked. Then not waiting for my answer, she bent down and reached into the laundry hamper and pulled out the panties she had been wearing. “You can have these later, but, not until you make me cum a few times.”
She walked over to the bed and put her panties under her pillow, then sat down on the bed. “Where’s your snack?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s in the kitchen,” I said, “hold on…. I’ll get it.” When I returned from the kitchen, she was laid out on the bed with her knees up and legs spread. Her eyes were closed and she was slowly running her fingers up and down her labia. I could hear the familiar sounds of her wet vagina. She didn’t open her eyes when I entered. “Stay just like that.” I said.
I picked up her snack, and took it and mine over to the bed and sat down next to her. Her eyes were still closed and she was rubbing her lips up and down, lingering momentarily at her clit when her fingers came to the top. I took a spoonful of the Chocolate Smash and held it up. “Open your mouth, Babe.” I asked.
When she did, I put the spoon in and gave her the first bite. Her head sank back and she savored the taste, never missing a beat with her fingers. Now, let me tell you a bit about why this is called Chocolate Smash. Each serving has over 1 ounce of alcohol in it. But, I had made this batch intentionally strong, so, I knew this would get to her pretty quickly. I had already decided I was going to give her both hers and mine, so by the time she was done, she would have over two ounces of alcohol in less than 30 minutes. The way alcohol affects Julie is remarkable. It makes her loose, carefree, wild and horny. I was looking forward to getting her a little drunk to see if I could figure out some of her plans for me.
After her first bite I told her to just relax, keep her eyes closed and continue to masturbate. I added “I love to watch you touch yourself like that. It makes me really hard and the sound of your wet pussy makes me want to lick your juices all up.”
“Hmm,” she said, “I could go for some of that.”
“Not yet,” I answered her, “you have to finish your snack first.”
I gave her another spoonful, this time a big one. “Oh, this stuff is heavenly,” she said, “but, you made it stronger this time, huh?”
“Maybe a little.” I said. It was a bold face lie since it was about twice as strong, but, I think she knew it, so no big deal.
“What are you thinking about while you play with yourself, Babe?” I asked.
“You really want to know? Honestly?” she asked.
“Uh-huh.” I answered.
“You….. and Cathy in those fitting rooms.”
She shifted her legs and rested them on the bed with a slight bend in her knees.
“Oh really,” I said, “that sounds nasty.”
“Oh, yeah,” she said, “it’s very nasty. You’re changing in and out of bras and panties while she watches. She’s touching the panties all over to check the fit, and your cock is hard. She just can’t help but touch it while she checks the panties. It’s so hard she has to move it around for you.”
I slipped off my boxers, gave her another big spoonful of the potent pudding and then started to stroke my cock.
“I guess she would have to touch me everywhere, right? We wouldn’t want to get the wrong size. What else?” I asked.