MH Readers, I have been a member for some years. I have enjoyed the variety of stories on the site. There are some excellent story tellers like SouthernHeat, HornyGG, Creamy Patty, and MoseW to name a few. I am happily married and have a thing for my wife in heels. I have felt that way about her since we were dating, and it has only increased in our 35 years of marriage.
We spent our honeymoon in the Poconos, and one evening before going to dinner, she was in the bathroom putting on her make up with nothing on but a pair of white knee highs and a pair of navy blue pumps. I crawled in the bathroom and snuck up behind her, positioned myself between her legs, and started orally pleasing my wife. Holding her hips and stroking her legs, I continued my assault on her love garden.
It wasn’t long before she held onto the sink and began to shake. She grabbed my head and started grinding into me as her juices soaked my beard.
Once she came down, we dressed and went to dinner, extremely happy newlyweds.
On another memorable evening, she was up late washing and drying her hair for church the next day. I told her I would love to see her in her pair of teal sling backs she rarely wore (two or three times at the most). They had a 4.5” heel.
I was in the bedroom watching a movie when she finished her hair. She came in, posed against our dresser, and dropped her robe. She wore nothing but her caramel skin and those teal pumps.
I took her in my arms and, starting at her neck, slowly worked my way down her body. Each nipple was adored, and when I released them, she signed with approval.
Next, I sat her on the edge of the bed, opened her legs, and found what I was hungry for. She lay back and pulled her feet to the edge of the bed. (This is back in the late 90’s; we had a waterbed). I feasted on her wet pussy and stroked her heels at the same time. It wasn’t long before she started shaking. I continued my assault on her garden, and her orgasm was so intense that she seemed to black out—twice!
I stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Holding her legs, I entered my wife’s wetness, giving her long sensual strokes. Every stroke was like a well written symphony, and soon I emptied myself into her wetness. I removed her heels, laid her in the bed, and told her, “Do you see what “you” in heels does to me?”
She smiled, chuckled, and kissed me. Spent, we drifted off to sleep.
I always look forward to Sundays or special occasions because they usually involve my wife wearing heels. I’ll share more in the days to come.
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