Chapter 30 - Will

Tonight I am cooking dinner as Sarah is having a drink with some friends after work.

Sharing the cooking is common for us. Who cooks usually depends on who is home first or whether one of us has something we need to do in the evening. Occasionally we prepare a meal together.

I am getting out the ingredients when my phone alerts me to a text message. I check my phone and it's a message from my princess! It consists of just one word - 'reveal'.

I smile as I read it. It looks like Sarah is wanting some eroticism tonight!

I put the knife down and head up to our bedroom. I remove all my clothing, put the dirty clothes in the wash and, now naked, head back to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.

It only takes a few more minutes to finish my preparations and I put dinner into the oven.

Now I've got the time to relax with a glass of wine.

I get two glasses out. I don't know if Sarah will want any wine when she gets home so I only fill up my glass.

As I sit and enjoy my wine I ponder what might happen tonight ....

Sarah might have me spend the rest of the evening naked with not a single sexual encounter between princess and knight save my nudity and her being dressed.

Alternatively she might spend the whole evening constantly touching me.

Obviously I am hoping it is much more of the latter than the former but only my princess knows the answer.

Then again maybe she hasn’t yet decided and will simply see how the evening progresses.

I drink some more and then check on dinner. Things are cooking nicely so while I am up I make a salad and put it on the table ready.

My mind wanders back to potential activities which might occur. Will she want me to give her pleasure or will it all be focused on me? There are a thousand possible scenarios and my desire enjoys considering each of them.

I take another drink and notice how hard I have become just considering what might happen. There are so many possibilities that I could keep thinking of new things all night.

But my expectations are dampened as I know most of my fantasies won't happen. And, at the least, perhaps Sarah just wants to enjoy looking at me tonight. But that's not too bad - at least I will enjoy using my energy to snow that I desire her.
 
 
Suddenly I'm bought back to reality as I hear my wife arriving home.

‘Hello’ Sarah calls out.

‘I’m in the kitchen’ I announce back loudly. She comes into the kitchen, we make eye contact then her eyes travel down my naked body.

‘You got my text then!’

‘Yes I did’ I respond with great happiness.

We are spending much more time these days sharing affirmation. I enjoy being naked and being naked for her pleasure adds to that. Having my sexual desire acknowledged in this way is sheer delight.

‘I would ask if that was a gun in your pocket or whether you were pleased to see me, but since you don’t have any pockets, I guess you are pleased to see me!’

She uses her fingers to stroke the underside of my balls, over the front and up along the underside of my desire.

‘Is dinner nearly ready?’

‘Yes, all ready to serve.’

‘In that case I had better stop playing.’

‘Dinner can wait’ I quickly reply hoping she will continue playing.

‘I’m hungry, get it out and on the table. And I mean dinner - you’re already out!’

Sarah gets the plates and cutlery out while I remove dinner from the oven and put it on the table. I sit down and Sarah sits next to me, and we engage in some small talk about our different days.

I begin to tell her about an unusual meeting at work and I notice that she has put her knife down and is only using her fork. Her other hand slips into my lap. My desire responds to her touch.

I try to concentrate on telling her about the meeting but my brain is distracted by her hand. My desire is now very erect. I'm enjoying her touch so much I stop talking.

'Keep telling me about your day at work,' Sarah says as she continues to play with me.

I try to talk and eat and enjoy her actions but I can’t multi-task that well.

Eating seems the obvious one to lose for the moment, so I put my fork down. I struggle through the remainder of my meeting story.
 
 
Sarah then recounts her day, which it would appear involved lots of movement. When she starts her stroy her hand is holding the middle of my desire. As she tells me that she had to go upstairs to a meeting her hand slides up my desire, then for some reason she had forgotten some papers and she had to go back down, she demonstrates the direction with movement in her hand, she goes back up. The meeting then went round and round in circles, illustrated by her finger moving round and round in circles on the top of my erection.

Her mood throughout the day went up and down, she spoke to colleagues to her left and then to her right. She went out at lunch and came back in, in the afternoon she went down to the basement and back up and then to another meeting upstairs which also went back and forth as her finger slides back and forth.

I don’t hear most of what she says, I am lost to this world and in a world of ecstasy. Dinner has been long forgotten, my day has been long forgotten, everything has been forgotten except her day of ups and downs. This was not in my list of fantasies.

I manage to see that everything she is telling me is being told with the utmost sincerity, although I have a sneaking suspicion that much of it is fabricated just to give her reason to move her hand. This is too far fetched to be real, yet listening to her voice you would believe all of it. Knowing my wife I am confident that inside she is laughing so hard as she recounts her day and yet her face remains fixed.
 
 
Her hand abruptly leaves my desire and I hear the words' and then I arrived home'. She finishes the last of her dinner. Mine is only half eaten.

‘Do you mind if I leave you to finish your dinner and clear up, I’ve got some work I want to finish off, everything was so up and down today.’

I swallow, her choice of phrase not lost on me. ‘No, of course not.’ I say.

She gets up and leaves the kitchen heading off to the study. I pause for a moment and then pick up my fork and return to eating my dinner, my mind in a daze.

By the time I have cleared up the kitchen my erection has completely disappeared. I put the kettle on to make a hot drink. I put my head around the study door. ‘Would you like a drink?’ I ask. ‘Making progress with work?’

‘Yes and yes. I shouldn’t be too much longer, perhaps half an hour, an hour at tops.’

After I’ve made our drinks I take hers in to the study. ‘Where would you like this?’ I ask trying not to disturb her. She continues with working, but answers by moving a pile of papers on the desk to leave a space for her mug. I put the drink down in the newly vacated space and turn to leave the room.

As I get to the door she speaks, a slight urgency in her voice to avoid me leaving the room.

‘Will ... display.’

I am caught off guard, I thought she was engrossed in work, but clearly not as involved as I had thought.

I turn around to face my princess, who has moved her chair out from under the desk and turned to face me. I smile as my hand reaches for my desire, but my smile goes unacknowledged due to her eyes being focused significantly lower than my face. I gently play with my desire and it soon starts to grow. I display my desire for my princess

Sarah watches carefully as my hand moves and encourages my desire to full erection. After all the playing at dinner this has not proved to be a difficult task. I keep playing with myself for a couple of minutes while she continues to watch me, well to watch my erection.

Then as quickly as this started my princess turns the chair back to the desk and announces ‘That’s all for now. Thanks for the entertainment, it’ll help me finish my work.’
 
 
I turn and leave her to return to working. I have mixed emotions, I am pleased that we’ve just shared a sexual encounter, I have an erection to show that, but it ended rather abruptly and I am left to my own devices as my wife turns back to work. I head back to the kitchen to get my drink, my desire waving before me as I walk.

With my drink in hand I settle down to watch some TV. As my mind alters its focus from thinking about what has happened to becoming engrossed in the program my erection slowly reduces.

After half an hour my desire is completely flaccid. Sarah looks in to the room, ‘Can I get you another cup of coffee?’

‘Yes please,’ I say holding out my mug for her.

A few of minutes later Sarah puts a fresh mug of coffee in my hand before sitting down next to me. We watch the TV together, my arm instinctively moves to cuddle her.

This is now a common situation for us, affirmation, my being naked while she is dressed. It certainly adds an eroticism to what would otherwise be a very normal domestic situation, a couple watching TV together. My desire stirs at the thought of our situation.

Sarah has a drink of her tea. Putting her mug down, her hand moves to my thigh. Her fingers track up to my groin and stroke the length of my rapidly growing desire. I close my eyes at this touch. I feel her fingers wrap around me. Unlike over dinner there is no movement, just a holding of my desire.

The TV continues to entertain us both.

I have become relaxed with being simply held, the initial excitement of the first touch has died away and my desire has softened. As the adverts start on the TV my princess seems to notice I am no longer erect. Her fingers caress me, I rise to full erection almost instantly. This play carries on through the ad break.

The late evening news comes on the TV. Her hand moves to caress my balls, she watches what has happened throughout the day, I take in a small amount of the information but mostly I focus on those fingers.
 
 
‘Time for bed’ Sarah says at the end of the news. I come to as her fingers withdraw from pleasuring me.

I watch her stand up, pick up our mugs and take them through to the kitchen. After a moment I get up and follow her through.

‘What a beautiful sight’ Sarah says as I enter the kitchen, my desire leading the way. ‘Let’s go upstairs, I need to get into bed.’

I ponder what that phrase means, sometimes it means that Sarah is tired and needs to get into bed to sleep, sometimes it means Sarah wants some sexual activity and bed is her preferred place for that. I am not going to ask, partly because as a princess Sarah doesn’t tell her knight what her plans are and partly because I only have to wait a few minutes and I’ll have my answer.

I slip into our bed. The covers thrown back, lying on my back, my desire for activity very evident. I wait for my wife to join me.

She isn’t long. ‘Hello sir.’ My princess says looking at me arranged on the bed ready and waiting for her if she chooses. My eagerness grows because she is only wearing her underwear, a sexy matching set. She gives me a show as she removes her bra and then her panties.

Sarah gets into bed with me, drawing the covers over us as she does. I take this as I signal that lots of sex is unlikely but I could be wrong. We kiss. Our bodies press against each other. Sarah’s kiss is relaxed rather than wanting, I return her kiss, already calming my energy to match hers.

Our kissing becomes less and less intense. ‘That’s all for now’ Sarah tells me.

This doesn’t come as a surprise. I've already worked out that she is not looking for more tonight. But this gentle wind down kissing has been delightful.

Of course I’d choose more if it was on offer, but I have been pleasured throughout the evening, lots of pleasure this evening, a benefit of living Devotional Sex.