The lonely wife 2

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Laetitia Guivarché, PO Box 42, 97634 Mellrichstadt

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

The Lonely Wife is an erotic short novel.

But now to my real person. My name is Laetitia Guivarché. I was born in 1988, the daughter of a Frenchman and a German mother. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I do not adhere to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Laetitia

The lonely wife 2

It takes a few days before we can at least talk on the phone again. It's hard for me not hearing from you for so long, but we both had a lot on our plate at the beginning of the week. It's Wednesday night. After a long and stressful day I am slowly coming to rest. I've had a fresh shower and some food. I feel a little exhausted, but I still sit down at the PC to at least write you an e-mail.

In my Buddie - list I see that you are also online and write you a telegram. But we write to each other only very briefly, because we both agree that we would rather talk on the phone. If we cannot see each other, then we want to hear at least our voices.

We talk about everyday life and about the things we have experienced in the last few days. We also review our weekend together and revel in longing memories. The conversation is generally very lively, but I can tell from your voice that you must be pretty exhausted. When I also hear that you suddenly can't hold back a yawn, I start to tease you a little bit.

"Well, am I boring you that much?" you hear me ask with a slightly impish smile. "Idiot!" it just snaps back at you from the receiver. But I can still hear the undertone, which is exactly what I meant. But still I won't refrain from teasing you a little more. "Well, if I can only elicit a tired smile from you when we talk about our time together".

Boom! That was a good one. All I hear is a wild hissing, like a wildcat. I had irritated you, but that was exactly what I had wanted to achieve. To bring the little leopardess back to life and that's exactly what I had achieved.

But to top it all, I said to your hissing: "Well, you tell me here on the phone how wonderful you found our weekend together and that you're really looking forward to meeting again. The truth is that I have to listen to you yawning all over the place. Then it seems to have not been so great for you after all".

You can hear in my voice that I only want to spur you on a little bit but you play this game. Even wilder than before you hiss through the listener. If I would sit now in grasping distance, then I would have surely already felt your claws. You can also hear that you regret having to fight this conversation verbally and threaten me with revenge at our next meeting.

We tease a little bit more, but after a short time the conversation calms down again and you assure me again how wonderful, fantastic and exciting you found our meeting. You would think back on these events almost every minute you could think of and would long for our next meeting. You even tell me that you would catch yourself caressing yourself at night while thinking of us. You would imagine that it is my hands that caress you so tenderly and with such relish.

Our conversation continues in this way and becomes more and more unbearable by the tension. There is already no small crackling noise, but pure eroticism is in the air. We confirm to each other how hot we would be for each other and how nice it would be to be together now and to be able to live out our desire with each other.

Then suddenly an idea comes to me and I ask you where you are right now. You say to me that you just turned off your PC and are on your way to the bedroom. You want to lie down on the bed and continue talking to me.

Bedroom's fine. I know there's a dressing chair in your bedroom. It's actually not a real chair, it's more of a very comfortable armchair. I ask you to take your armchair and put it in front of your big mirror. I hear on the phone that you are a little truncated, so I repeat my request once again.

At first you do not understand what I want from you and what the whole thing is about, but you still comply with my request. You clamp your cordless telephone between your ear and shoulder, grab the armchair, which is not quite as light, and set off.

After you have confirmed that you would now be sitting in front of your big mirror, I ask you what you are wearing right now. You describe it to me, with a smile on your lips. But then your breath stops for a moment.

It takes a few seconds until you realize what I have just said to you. I said to you that I want you now. I want you to begin to caress yourself slowly and to undress.

I sense your hesitation. You are probably asking yourself if you should really do this and you seem to be struggling with yourself. But since I haven't heard a fundamental "No, I won't do that" from you yet, I'll follow up once more. Now that I know exactly what I want from you, you can hear me say to you even more energetically what you should do now.

In a slight commanding tone I now ask you to caress yourself and to undress slowly. I want you to do it now and let me share in your lust by describing everything you do in detail. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and tell me in all imaginable details what you see. I want you to tell me exactly how you feel. I want you to describe everything to me in such a way that I can also look at you here on the other end of the line. As if I were the mirror now and could see everything you do.

Somehow the thought suddenly seems to appeal to you. You would never have thought of such an action on your own, or would have suggested something like that to me. But now the thought of it starts to excite you. My voice, demanding in a light commanding tone, turns you on additionally and you start to follow my request.

I can now hear through the phone how you start to caress yourself and take your clothes off. But apparently you have quickly forgotten again that I cannot see you, because you do not tell me much.

"Come baby! I know what you look like now, but still. Describe to me what you see and what you do. Describe to me exactly what you are wearing and what it looks like. Talk to me. Tell me like I've never seen you before.

Describe how you caress yourself and how you feel. Describe every possible detail. From your facial features to your tiptoes, leaving nothing in between. Tell me how you undress. Describe your skin and how it feels. Tell me about your hands. Where they are, where they touch you and how you feel. Let me share your pleasure.

Describe everything to me. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your whole face. Your hair, your tender skin. Your breasts, your stomach, your thighs and your legs. Your womb to the center of your love. Describe to me how you feel, how you smell and how you taste. Tell me about your firm breasts and your tender buds.

Sit very close in front of your mirror. Describe your clam and your pearl of love. Describe it to me so I can feel you the same way. Come on, baby! Describe it for me now. Let me be part of it and feel you. Let me see and feel your lust. I want your orgasm right here, right now.

My last words have worked. You know there's no going back now. You're going to go through with it. It turns you on. It really turns you on. You've made up your mind that you're gonna put on a show for you and me that we won't soon forget.

You swore to yourself that you'd make me so hot on the other side of the line, that I couldn't stand it myself anymore. My dick should burst with desire. You wanted me to get so hot that I do it to myself as well and you would not stop until you also hear from me how I scream my orgasm out of me.

But you also knew that you would not turn this into a 5 minute cum number, but that you would slowly make us really glow. I should burst with tension. After all I had challenged you now and you don't let that sit on you so easily. Besides, you also wanted to take the chance to make me hot for the weekend, because we should meet again.

So now you put the armchair very close in front of the mirror and start to describe yourself in detail. Your voice sounds even more sensual and erotic than it already was. You tell me that you also came out of the bathroom only shortly before, when you sat down in front of your PC. You describe to me that that is why you are currently wearing your kimono.

It is quite warm and I still have the balcony door of the living room behind me open. But so that I can devote myself completely relaxed to our telephone conversation I decide that I will rather close it. Afterwards I lower the blinds a little bit so that nobody can see what is going on here. Normally I wouldn't care, but the neighbours don't have to be.

When I lower the blinds, my body is reflected in the glass. In view of the warmth I wear only light boxer shorts and I can see in the reflection that the fabric is already bulging quite a bit towards the front. Your erotic voice is already showing its effect.

The blinds are down and the door is closed. So I go back to my seat armed with the phone. Relaxed, I now lean back in my desk chair and put my feet up on the corner of the sofa. With one hand and the receiver on my ear and the other laid loosely on my stomach, I listen spellbound to your voice.

I close my eyes and try to imagine exactly how you are sitting in your armchair in front of the mirror right now. How nice it would be now, if I could exchange with the mirror, and really look at you live. So, however, I have no choice but to listen to your words and then to show me your descriptions of you in front of my inner eye.

I hear how the tone of your voice becomes more and more provocative and sensual the more you describe yourself. I begin to trace the contours of your face before my inner eye. Of course it helps that I have already had the luck to be able to see you live. This makes it easier for me to project an exact image of you.

First of all I see your tender, full and very sensual lips, which gently nestle against the shell of the listener with every word you say. I see exactly how smooth they move while you form your words.

Next I see your sparkling, brown eyes, whose gaze I could not get enough of since the first second of our live meeting. It was always fascinating to look deep into your eyes. Your look and your eyes attracted me magically and captivatingly. I try to imagine them looking into the mirror opposite you. How they flit back and forth and you yourself are looking at your contours in the mirror. How they scan your reflection point by point to describe you in detail.

I listen to your voice, which is also just about to describe your face. I love your voice. It has a highly erotic sound for me and you always manage to enchant me with it.

Even without your descriptions I have your face and your appearance very close to me now. But it is nevertheless nice that you do not withhold the details from me in your description. In my memories of you, also the scent of your skin immediately comes back to life when you start telling me about her.

Now you start telling me about your neck, your décolleté and your breasts. At this point at the latest, I realize that my thoughts and the images I project within me are more and more clearly divided. They change every second. Or maybe I see them at the same time?

In the one picture I imagine how it would be to touch and caress you bit by bit in the places you have described. To caress you and to spoil you extensively. In the other picture what I see before me, I am touched by you.

I imagine how your lips touch me. How your wet tongue leaves its mark on my body and my skin. Your lips and your teeth nibbling tenderly at my ear and I feel your hot breath. I feel your tongue gently sliding down my throat. My skin is getting more and more sensitive to your tenderness. I imagine you standing very close to me, bent over me.

When you start to tell me more about your breasts, I have them in my mind directly in front of me. I see you touching them. How you caress and massage them. I see how your buds, which are erected by the massage, stretch out towards me.

I listen attentively to your further description and imagine you moving in front of me. How your hands glide over the areas you described at that moment. How your fingers slowly glide down over your belly, your navel, further down over your smoothly shaved mons veneris..............just great how it looks like. How you look.

In my thoughts I see exactly how you move and show me from all imaginable positions what a great body you have. It drives me crazy not being able to really touch you now.

You have finished with your description for the moment and ask me to tell you about me. I begin to describe to you what I have just seen in the reflection of the window. I describe to you how and where I am sitting at the moment and what I am doing. I tell you about my thoughts and also describe the pictures that are shown in front of my inner eye. I tell you how I imagine to be touched by you.

I see how your erect buds are stroking softly over my chest. How they tickle my fine black chest hair and how you start to rub them lightly against my body.

With the fingers of my free hand I try to imitate these touches. I let the fingertips glide over my chest and direct the touches,........ They rub against my nipples, which of course harden as well. They are small and are now emerging from the also small brown areola.

But at the same time I have the image of your lips and your tongue in front of me again, which slowly slides down my neck. The deeper it goes, the deeper the touches of your breasts go. Little by little you sink deeper. Your lips and your tongue have now reached my breast. Also your hands, which you include more and more in this game. Your hair falls on my chest and tickles me slightly. But it is a very pleasant tickle.

In my fantasy I see you kneeling before me now. I leaned back a little further in my chair. Meanwhile your breasts have moved down over my belly. They are now between my thighs and on my lap. In my imagination I feel your lips on my chest. Your tongue as it circles its moist circles and your fingers to support it.

I see Your breasts rubbing against my lap. My hand goes deeper. It strokes the place of my boxers to support my thoughts. With my fingers I stroke the now already bulging fabric in a shallow way. What is hidden underneath has already taken on a fairly firm shape.

I feel the excitement and feel more and more blood flowing into this central area. I open my eyes and see this twitching and how the black fabric above it keeps moving up a bit. This movement is still a little restricted by the cloth, but I take it off to allow myself more freedom.

In my pictures I now imagine your fingers clinging to the side of the waistband of the shorts and slowly pulling them off. I lift my firm, relatively firm bottom a little, so that this succeeds without further ado.

When pulling down the shorts, the tip of my firm rod catches in the elastic and is involuntarily pulled down with it. But after the point is overcome when pulling down, it recoils and claps against my abdominal wall.

Stiff and firm it now lies there. The point just before the belly button. Dark blue are the veins pumped up with blood. The glans is still covered by the foreskin, but the tip is already sticking out slightly. I can see the slightly opened slit of my urinary outlet. The black pubic hairs curl slightly around the shaft.

In my pictures you kneel before me again. I see how you now let your breasts glide slowly and gently over my shaft. With my fingers I imitate this movement. Really firm and firm it feels now.

I see before my inner eye how my love stick pushes itself further and further between your breasts with each of your up and down movements and is thus massaged by them more and more intensely.

In the beginning the foreskin glides back and forth over the glans. It looks rosy and tender underneath. Somehow still a little vulnerable. After a short time, however, the glans is also full to bursting. The wreath has expanded so much that the foreskin no longer has a chance to slip over it.

Now and then my hand slides a little deeper and I can feel how firm my testicles feel. They have the larger of two wallnuts and now feel just as hard. The skin there has also become tighter and looks as if I have strong goose bumps. The colour of the skin is much darker in relation to the rest of the body.

You listen to my voice and listen carefully to my description. Just the sound of my voice, which is very familiar to you, awakens deep yearnings in you, which you have not felt like this for a long time.

You close your eyes and start stroking your belly with your hand. With your fingertips you caress it with circular movements. Your fingertips move around your navel and from there they slowly glide up to your breasts. However, you hardly touch them, but stroke under them.

In your thoughts you are just imagining what I am describing to you and in your body the trail of excitement is slowly rising. You feel how it starts to tingle between your legs and an undreamed of longing spreads over your body. Just the idea that I am sitting in my chair, naked, stroking my thick, hard cock and thinking of you, makes you get wet between your legs.

"'Honey, please go to your bed, " I can hear you whispering now, " lie on your back and close your eyes." I hesitate for a moment, but then I come back to you after a while. It takes a moment, but then I push on the bed. "Close your eyes and imagine that I am with you," you admonish me, "imagine what I am telling you now!"

You too close your eyes and start dreaming. In your thoughts you see me now lying on the bed and my eyes are directed towards you. You stand in front of me, undo the belt of the kimono and let it slide over your shoulders. You now describe to me your projected images in your thoughts in every detail and tell me that you can feel my gazes on your body, which record every detail of you.

You now tell me about your dark blue bra with lace and the matching panties that you are now wearing. You describe to me how little of your bottom and your mons veneris is covered by the blue satin fabric. How you now move slowly and smoothly like a cat towards me and lie down on me. That you can now feel my body and my warm skin. Also that you can now clearly feel my firm stick between your legs.

Just the thought of the images in you excite you very much and you start to caress your breasts. Gently your index finger strokes over your tender buds, which start to react more and more sensitive under your touches. You whisper to me how your warts are now rising steeply and how big and powerful they stand out from your breasts.

You describe to me again your pictures in which we lie on top of each other and kiss and in which you can feel how with every movement of your body my rod rubs through the fabric on your snail.

You still caress your belly and your breasts, slowly you let your index finger stroke around the areola of your nipple. In your thoughts you now imagine that it is my fingers that touch you so tenderly. You remember back to those wonderful caresses that you have enjoyed so much before.

You hear my light moaning and how I say to you: " Oh yes baby go on! Tell me more about yourself and your body. Tell me how it feels. Tell me about the smell of your skin. Tell me how you want to feel me now. How and where do you want me to touch you and pamper you now?

I lie on the bed and my eyes are closed. Even if I cannot see you now, I still have enough fantasy to imagine how you are lying on top of me. I have the image of you right in my head. You drive me crazy.

But what exactly is it that makes me so eerily crazy? The image of you lying on top of me like that? Your words and your voice that tell me so intimately about you? The thought of having you so close to me, but still not being able to touch you? Or perhaps the anticipation that we will see each other again soon and that I will finally be allowed to see, feel and touch you like this again? Probably it is all together what makes me so unspeakably addicted to you.

In my thoughts and in my pictures, which I project in me, I see you right in front of me. I can imagine you slowly sliding your kimono over your shoulder and sinking to the ground. How smoothly you move towards me with a smile. How elegant and sexy a bit of fabric looks on you. Just the thought of seeing you like this makes my blood boil. No other woman can move more graceful and gracile. Only a woman who knows exactly what effect she can cause in a man can move like this.

I see you gliding slowly towards me. Like a little cat of prey that has already taken its victim but has not yet killed him. Instead, it wants to play with its victim a little bit before it eats it with skin and hair.

I hardly dare to touch you. Like the victim, who first pretends to be dead, hoping to be spared. But no, I don't want to be spared. I want the little cat of prey to finally snatch me and do what it wants with me.

I see your lips coming towards me. How they touch me timidly at first, as if you wanted to test if your victim tastes good at all. My thoughts drive me to our first kiss. My memory of how incredibly soft and tender your lips felt. Also this indescribable taste lies immediately on my lips again. It is as if I really felt them.

Feeling them continue their journey. Your soft tongue, which you also bring into play. Which slowly leaves its damp mark on my body. At the same time i can feel you sitting on me. I feel the warmth of your lap. I can feel the satin cloth gliding gently over my already bulging jade stick.

My hand slides into my lap and with the palm of my hand I stroke over it again and again. I leave the ring and middle finger slightly open and imagine that it is your labia that I can now feel through the thin fabric.

In my fantasy world I feel how you leave more and more of your moisture on them, even through the fabric. I see how you stand up. I see how your wonderful breasts bounce slightly above me. My hands, my lips and my tongue want to touch them. "I want to touch you. But right now I don't know how to do it. Up to now my hands have only dared to caress tenderly your fetters, your calves and your thighs. I hardly dare to go any further. I don't know how. Help me. Tell me how to calm the little cat of prey.

Tell me how I can postpone my death. With such a unique cat of prey, "man" can only wish for a slow death, where "man" is fully conscious until his last breath. There is nothing more beautiful than being torn from you. Come on! Now help me! I want more! Tell me what you want. What do you want now? And above all, how? Let me feel you, touch you, feel you. Not to forget, to see, to taste, to smell, to taste, to smell..........

You hear my words clearly and now you want nothing else but to let me enjoy you, feel you and share you. You describe me again your thoughts, in which you imagine how you sit on me and my firm, hard cock lies in front of your snail and you slowly rub against it.

How you sit straight as a candle on me, look deep into my eyes and start stroking your breasts. How your tongue moistens your lips and you put your head in the neck to let your breasts show to advantage. How you massage them now, lifting them with your hands, bending over slowly so that I can lick my tongue over your warts.

You lie in your armchair and imagine the situation and massage your breasts. You pull them up to you to really lick over your warts for a moment. They are firm and tense. You notice that they have already become very sensitive. With your index finger you spread the saliva on your areola and over your nipples and they take on this slight shine.

You will not yet allow yourself more intensive touches a little deeper. You know, if you would do this now, such a great longing would quickly build up in you that you would surely come quickly. However, it is not what you want now. Rather you want to enjoy this game a little bit more and whisper little illusions into my ear again.

I should now imagine you slowly gliding down to see my staff. How your fingers grasp it and gently push back the foreskin. The tip of your tongue now glides over it and you start to lick it gently. How the tip of your tongue tries again and again to push itself into the small hole to get the first drops of my juice.

While you tell me this, two fingers of yours are moving from you to your mouth. You try to imagine how my stick tastes now and lick over your fingers. Your pelvis is already circling with excitement. You feel this extreme tingling and know that you will not be able to stand it much longer not to touch yourself there.

Now you ask me to tell you more about my cock. You want me to tell you exactly how it looks like. I should also describe how it feels and also how the testicles feel.

Fascinated I listen to your explanations. I can hardly wait to hear more about you and your actions. In my imagination I can see exactly what you are describing to me. I can see you sitting on top of me right now. I see you putting your head on the back of your neck and stroking your hands on your breasts. I enjoy this view that you are offering me now. Watching you massage yourself and present yourself to me in this way. I can well imagine how I would encourage you again and again to continue. The thought of seeing you on top of me like that drives me crazy. You just look crazy. You look gorgeous.

On the other hand, I have a picture in my mind of how you could be sitting in your armchair right now. The thought that you are really sitting there now and caressing yourself while telling me about yourself makes me crazy. How I would love to experience this now live and watch you.

I hear how you tell me now what you would like to do now. I have the picture very clearly before my eyes, how you now slowly glide down on me. I see you slowly reaching for my jade stick. How you take it from my abdominal wall and straighten it up. I see how it now lies firmly in your hand and how you carefully pull back my foreskin.

I tell you in detail about everything that is going on inside me right now. But I also do not refrain from telling you about what I am doing myself. I tell you how I imitate this with my hand. How it now lies firmly in my hand. It feels really tight and plump, but the skin still feels incredibly soft and smooth. I can see the bulging veins that now stand out darkly from my skin. They also come out and it is clearly visible how they are now under pressure. I can feel exactly how the blood is pumped into it.

Slowly I push my foreskin back a little. The skin stretches. I am still not so easily able to push it further over the head. The crown of the glans is already too swollen and the skin too dry. I use the glans a little bit with my saliva and push the foreskin back a little bit. I repeat the movement two or three more times and then I succeed. The foreskin now slides slightly over the corona and the glans now appears bright, rosy and shiny.

The skin of the glans now looks tender, thin and vulnerable. But the wreath itself, pumped up with blood, settles darkly and the gap of the urinary tract has opened slightly. In my thoughts I now see your head slowly approaching my lap. I see your tongue, how it leaves its wet trace on it with a slightly circling movement.

In order to evoke this feeling even approximately, I take up some saliva with my index finger and circle now with the wet fingertip over my glans. I see how the glans reacts to this. It seems to push itself against the moisture and suck it up. It feels good, but it is still nowhere near as good as actually feeling your lips and tongue there.

I pressed the receiver of the phone firmly between my ear and my shoulder, because I really need both hands for that. Furthermore I will tell you about my trade and about my pictures. While I circle with the fingertip of one hand around my glans, the other hand holds my stick upright on the shaft. The inner surfaces of my fingers stroke over my testicles from time to time. Walnut-sized and firm they feel. The skin around it is a bit tight, but still very soft.

Again I see the pictures of you before me. I imagine how your lips now put over my glans. Again and again you let it slide very slowly into your mouth. From time to time always a little bit further. I see how your lips close tightly behind the crown of the glans. In my mind I feel your tongue. Your warm saliva. Your light sucking.

I see your shining eyes that keep looking up at me to see my reaction. I see how you interrupt from time to time and only massage it with your hands. Moist from your saliva, my wand glides gently through your fingers. I have it right in front of me as you massage it now alternately with your lips and your hands. On the one hand very intensive, but not too forceful. You only treat him as much as is just necessary.

In my fantasy I see how you slowly let go of him after some time of the massage. In my picture I have you in front of me now, how you stroke with your breasts over my body. I feel your hard buds very clearly. I feel you rubbing them against me. From time to time you glide up to me to hold your breasts in front of my face so that I can caress them with my lips and tongue.

Sometimes gently circling with my tongue, sometimes sucking with my lips, another moment I set my teeth to nibble gently on your buds. I imagine exactly how they react to my caresses. How you react to my caresses. It's nice to lie under you like this. Now to have both

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