He couldn’t wait anymore and stood up, held Greta’s hand, dragged her inside. She still had her fork in her hand. She loved that, she loved to see him stop controlling his actions. Her sweet husband couldn’t resist his desire towards her, it was that simple for her. Their ritual started again but Rupert was acting faster this time.
When he lowered her dress to her feet as usual, he waited her to lift her foot. She didn’t. He looked up at her, to see her eyes on him. She was aware that he was waiting for her to lift her foot up but she wasn’t doing it.
She was waiting. She was keeping him in front of her crotch area, expecting that if she kept him around her pussy enough, considering how horny he was, he was going to finally want to kiss it. He looked at her, looked at her breasts, then looked at her crotch. He was thinking if he skipped a step in their ritual or if he did something wrong.
While he was there, looking at her crotch, he remembered the last time he was looking at her panties, he had no idea what was beneath them. But that night, he kind of knew what was causing those sweetly bulging lines and shapes. He waited there, trying to observe.
Then it hit him, since his manhood was still grounded, that night was again about playing with each other, so he didn’t have to wait. He let the dress go of his hands and he slowly reached to her panties, looking in her eyes to make sure she was giving him permission to.
She was.
Greta was looking at him eagerly, as if she was waiting to see what he was going to do next. He held her panties and slowly lowered them. That thing in front of him looked so much innocent to what he had been observing for the last two nights. It looked like a cut, in the middle of a cutely raised part. It looked very clean and friendly. It didn’t look like that complex circus where crazy things were happening on every part of it. He liked this too. This wasn’t wet. The curtains were slightly visible, as if they were sucked in to that protruding part between her legs.
She was looking at him, he was looking at her womanhood and her face alternately. He knew that she was waiting for him to do something but what? He knew what he did the last two nights, so she had to be waiting for him to do those. He moved his hand towards it, to slowly caress along that line with his finger. He didn’t have the courage to play with it that eagerly, this was a different situation. She was waiting, the light was on and this thing he was looking at didn’t seem that familiar to him. Also, her legs weren’t separated, so the area looked too congested to play with.
He looked at her desperately. She didn’t react and he was on his own this time. He found her button. He started to do what he was doing before. There were also some curtains over it, that he didn’t notice before. Everything was in color this time. In a short time, he felt the moisture and noticed some glistening parts on those curtains.
Greta thought that it was going to be too late if she got wet completely. She didn’t want to make it harder for him, so that was the time. She held his head gently and started to pull him towards her pussy slowly.
Rupert was taken aback and he was going along with what she was doing. When his face was a few inches away, he started to resist and looked at her. He saw her determined and desiring eyes. She was nodding, telling him to go on. He understood that she wanted his head in her crotch but he didn’t understand why.
Greta said “Kiss.”
“?”
“Kiss, no punished.”
Rupert was trying to figure out what she was telling him. He understood that she wanted him to kiss her womanhood or somewhere around there. He was wondering if she really meant that punishment was going to be over if he did that. But this wasn’t right, was it? Kissing that part of a person had to be wrong. He felt reluctant and shook his head “No.”
She said “Punished.” then pointed to her pussy with her index finger and said “Kiss, no punished.”
He was right, she was telling him to kiss her womanhood if he wanted to have her that night. He was already horny. When she did that, he almost lost his control, this was very hot. He was considering to do it. There was a desire building up in him to do it. He wanted to kiss her there, even if she hadn’t mentioned about the punishment was going to be over. He found that very interesting.
On the other hand, after the heat of this moment faded, she could have thought bad about him. Respect him less. What if she was telling him to do this as an act of apology? To kiss a person there to be forgiven or to be able to have sex with her was a very humiliating thing to do. He already was having doubts that she could be losing her respect to him, so he was sure that he was going to regret it, if he kissed her there.
He said “No, let’s play normal.”
This was unexpected. Greta was positive that her plan was going to work but this man’s mind was full of walls, preventing him from trying. Or, he had a will which was made of steel, if he could reject sex while he was that aroused. She respected him but also annoyed by his principle about seeing this as a big deal. How wrong could it be to kiss your wife’s pussy?
Greta gave up. She decided that this was his limit. He was never going to pass those stupid red lines in his head. She pushed him, walked out of her dress and panties, went to the light switch, turned off the light and climbed over the bed, taking her position to play that stupid old game.
Rupert knew she was upset but that was the right thing to do, it would be wrong doing that, to be more precise.
He thought that she knew much more than him on such things and kissing her womanhood might have had hidden meanings, meanings and results he didn’t know about. He had to know more before takings such risky steps.
That night wasn’t as hot as the night before but Greta played along.
Greta felt bad because it wasn’t possible for her to explain how natural or normal such things were. She didn’t have the vocabulary to express her wishes or thoughts, not like that.
When Rupert was on the bed in front of her, she sat up, slowly approached him and kissed him. She was upset but she wasn’t angry at him. She didn’t want her desires to make him unhappy or make anything worse, she could live without trying stuff all the time. She decided to let go her plans and play that game as it was. She was going to end that stupid punishment thing in the morning and have sex with him. She didn’t care how lousy or frustrating it was going to be.
They were kissing and hugging each other, their hands moving and exploring each other’s backs and buttocks. Rupert got carried away with the heat of the moment, especially when he felt her body squirming in his arms and started to push himself over her, finally falling in bed together, where she was under him. He was trying to take off his briefs while kissing her body. Her kiss, her smell, the way they held and felt each other, he was sure that his punishment was ended.
Greta didn’t react to that at first but when she realized where this was going, she started to push him off. He was a bit late to understand that, he held her back and pushed himself over her even more.