My first orgasm in my life taught me one thing - life is dreary without good sex. And that's the mantra I've lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don't mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I've decided it's best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
One of my favourite things to do with Mr. B is to have a meal in a romantic restaurant. The ambience, the food and the instant chemistry we feel is what keeps us going. Even though we've been married for so long, sitting in such close quarters does something to us and we are unable to keep our hands off each other.
Yesterday, we visited one of our favourite fine dining restaurants. You get a personal booth and a lot of privacy to do as you please. Sipping on my wine, I sat there, thinking of how I could tell this man how much I love him. And then it hit me. I leaned in and getting the clue, he leaned in as well for a kiss. As I transferred the wine in my mouth to his and broke the kiss, I could see the naughty smile on his face.
"That was the sweetest wine I've ever tasted. I want more."
After kissing for a few more minutes, he whispered: "Meet me near the bathroom in five," and got up and left. Within a few moments, I got up and followed him to the restroom. As soon as I entered, he pulled me towards him and closed the door as he took my lips like there was no tomorrow.
Soon, my skirt was bunched up around my waist and I could feel his fingers closing in towards my sweet spot. As he hit it with his fingers, I was momentarily shocked. Our brazen act, the wine and his fingers were all making me a little dizzy and I was losing control over my senses. As he pulled down my underwear and entered me, I was so close to the edge, I could almost feel the pleasure taking over my body. It took a few thrusts and I was pushed over it, falling into the pit of pleasure that was all mine to have.
As I came back to my senses, he pulled down my skirt, helped me clean up and left the washroom. I gave him a few seconds and followed him back to the table. It was funny how I would follow this man anywhere he'd ask me to come.