A Special Day by theWriterInTheNude..,
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Devon and Emily are characters that originally appeared in ‘Making it home for Christmas?’ This is a wholly independent tale for the couple, but they needed to go on a different holiday-themed adventure. This time for Nude Day.
Thank you to my editor for helping me refine the tale.
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Devon — Nude Day — Two years from now
“Babe, could you help me put sunscreen on my back?” Emily asked as she emerged from their bedroom. Devon couldn’t help staring, mouth a gape, as she was wearing nothing but a pair of very bright pink running shoes, a couple of small diamond stud earrings, and her wedding ring. They went strikingly well with the matching pink bow corralling her long dark-colored locks. Emily had only gotten more attractive in the two and a half years they had been together and the year and a half that they had been wed. After the gym, she spent considerable time in the bathroom preparing everything for today. Her makeup game was on point, even if she was wearing next to nothing.
Devon’s beautiful wife was tall for a woman but a few inches shorter than him. Em’s body was in fantastic shape. Her interest in kickboxing had greatly contributed to that. Most evenings, Devon cooked for the pair, leaving her more time to hit the gym after work. Having a hiking partner in all the seasons probably didn’t hurt either. She was lithe, lean, toned, and strong everywhere. Emily’s breasts were large, well-shaped, and perky with perfect, small, light pink nipples that he used to drive her crazy. Her stomach was toned and flat, with not quite washboard abs but a prominent core. His eyes fell further to her gorgeous, waxed pussy, then traversed her long, firm legs.
Dev was reclining against the kitchen counter as he read a novel on his e-reader. It was instantly forgotten the moment Emily made her entrance. He hoped his wife never tired of him staring at her agog. How could Dev not? She was simply the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and Em liked to be naked. Dev would never forget how lucky he was to have her in his life.
“Of course, my love. As long as you return the favor later.” He stole a sweet kiss from her vibrant pink glossed lips as Emily handed him a large orange bottle of SPF 80, “Though, maybe something a bit weaker than this for me.” He rubbed the creamy substance between his palms to warm it up before putting it on her back. Em still jumped a little as he smeared the viscous liquid across her. Even in the middle of the summer his wife had a delightful pale complexion, a fantastic contrast with his own. It somehow persisted with all their time outdoors during the warm season. She did tan a little, evidenced by her alluring and subtle tan lines. It had taken half the summer to work up to a tan, but her skin’s tolerance before she burnt was incredibly narrow, hence the high-proof lotion.
“We can’t all have your perfect dark skin tone, dear.” She looked back with an endearing smile. Emily pulled her long, dark ponytail over her shoulder so it would not dip into the still wet sunscreen, “Getting nervous?” Her backside was just as sexy as the front. She would have no problem taking care of putting lotion on her butt. Still, Devon couldn’t waste the opportunity as he rubbed her seductive cheeks.
“Are you?” Devon tried to deflect as he could feel his heart race.
Emily gave him the smallest of shrugs.
“You’re the one that’s running this show. I would be lying if I said no, but it’s your dream. I would do anything to make my gorgeous wife happy on her thirty-fourth birthday.” His hands slowly massaged in the lotion, making sure to spend a little extra time where she usually carried stress in her shoulders. “Are you sure that you want to do it this year?” He questioned. Dev used the mirror across the room to gauge her facial expressions.
A sly smile crept over her lovely features precipitating a confident nod, “I’m hoping this time next year I’ll be very pregnant. I want to do this in the best shape of my life.” Devon and Emily planned to start working on a family on their second wedding anniversary. She would stop taking birth control come December, “Especially if my photographer is going to be following me.”
“Your photographer is always going to be following you.” Devon spun her around and leaned down to kiss her perfect lips. Emily leaned into and embraced him; her tongue danced around his own. “I love you, Emily Julianne Rogers.” His wife had taken the opportunity when she changed her last name to incorporate her original first name as her middle one, melding her past and present. A dozen years ago, Emily had moved to Colorado and changed her name to escape an ex-fiancé’s incessant harassment.
Devon could scarcely help himself as he stared into his wife’s unique and lovely eyes. They almost seemed to sparkle. Her eyes were decorated by central heterochromia which meant, in her case, that her pupils were surrounded by a nearly orange iris coloration ring. Further out, the color shifted to mesmerizing emerald green. They had joined with her winning personality to hypnotize him into hanging around with her when he was just supposed to pass through the sleepy town. That, and saving his life by pulling him out of an icy river. If he hadn’t had his truck destroyed by an errant semi while he was taking pictures, he might never have even stopped in for a cup of coffee.
“You better,” Em teased him with a pouty smirk before adding, “I love you too, Devon.” Another kiss followed this one, somehow far more passionate than the previous. Devon could feel his cock ascending. A quicky before they ventured into their town seemed a tantalizing possibility. Then again, their quickies almost always managed to elongate. Their sex life had never seemed to transition to dull. Instead, it seemed to improve as they fully felt each other out. Nothing made him happier than Emily climaxing.
Dev couldn’t help but let his fingers glide down his wife’s smooth, lotion-slicked body. His fingertips slid around her smooth labia, the middle finger grazing between her parted lips.
“Umm…” Emily’s hips canted toward the touch, and she opened her stance a little.
This change in position invited Devon’s middle finger to slip into her nectar-drenched vagina. His wife wouldn’t admit it, but the prospect of being seen naked had her turned on. Em needed to cum and he tried to facilitate her wanting. His middle finger picked up speed as they made out.
Devon joined his middle digit with his ring finger, his palm pressed against her clit on each repetition. Emily further opened her legs as she slouched back against the couch. Her eyes begged for more as Dev’s left fingers began teasing her right breast. He bent over and sucked the opposite nipple gently into his mouth. His tongue circled and pleased the hardpoint. Dev released the right breast, and his hand traveled down to his waist to free his rigid member. Em needed to cum.
A knock on the front door obliterated the prospect of anything further happening now. “That must be Kyra,” Emily said as she stepped back out of his grasp with a laugh and changed her stance to be a little less revealing. Devon tried to look nonchalant as he hid his honey-slicked digits behind his back and leaned against a counter to hide his erection.