Speaker 1: Hello, my Loveleees. I'm Roxy Callahan and welcome to my
Erotic Whispers, the podcast where we celebrate the sexual empowerment
of women through the power of stories. This week's story
is about a long term couple that embraces the entirety
of their relationship on their fifth anniversary. It starts with
a wonderful dinner at a fancy restaurant and ends with
the kind of passion we love to celebrate and showcase.
Here and in between is love and romance and most
of all communication.
Speaker 2: The stars this week are Alexis.
Speaker 1: And Josh and please note this podcast is intended for
adult listeners.
Speaker 2: The candlelight flickers between us, casting dancing shadows across David's face.
He's telling a story about a disaster at work, but
the way he's telling it, with his hands gesturing and
his eyes a light with humor, turns a mundane office
catastrophe into a comedy. I just watch him, A slow,
warm heat spreading through my belly that has nothing to
do with the expensive red wine in my glass. Five years.
It feels like a lifetime and no time at all.
I love anniversaries and I love anniversary sex. It's in
a category all its own. It's not the frantic clothes
ripping off lust of a new relationship or the comfortable,
easy fuck of a lazy Sunday morning anniversary. Sex is
a celebration. It's a physical reminder of every year, every fight,
every shared laugh, every moment of quiet intimacy we've built together.
It's sex that carries the weight of our history, and
that weight makes it so much hotter. My mind drills
to our fourth anniversary. We'd come home after a similar dinner.
I was feeling that same warm, wine soaked glow. He'd
undressed me, slowly kissing every inch of skin. He revealed
when I was naked on our bed. He didn't climb
on top of me. He knelt between my legs and
just looked at me, his eyes dark with an adoration
that lit every one of my nerves on fire.
Speaker 3: Tonight is all about you.
Speaker 2: He whispered the words, before burying his face between my thighs.
He licked my pussy fo It felt like an eternity,
his tongue a masterful, relentless instrument of pleasure. He didn't
stop when I came the first time, a shudder and
gasping climax, that left me breathless. He just held my hips,
his thumbs pressing into my skin, and kept going, sucking
my clit until I was screaming into my pillow, coming
so hard my vision went white. Just the memory of
it makes me shift in my velvet seat, a fresh
wave of wetness gathering between my legs. And of course
it wasn't just about me. I joyfully gave him his turn,
and from the loud moans when he came, I feel
like we gave each other the absolute best anniversary gift possible.
Speaker 3: And then Jerry from accounting just tads there, covered in coffee.
Speaker 2: David finishes his story and I realize I've missed the end.
I give him what I hope is a convincing smile.
Jerry always was a disaster. I take a sip of wine.
He leans forward, his smile softening.
Speaker 3: You are a million miles away.
Speaker 2: Just now, I was just thinking about us, about how
lucky we are five years. Remember Sarah and Tom, they
didn't even make it to two.
Speaker 3: They were a train wreck.
Speaker 2: He reaches across the table to take my hand. His
thumb strikes the back of my knuckles.
Speaker 3: But we're not them. We luck to helt. We somehow
designed the perfect life, didn't We. We have our stuff
we do together, the fun stuff, the spicy stuff, the
fun and spicy stuff.
Speaker 2: He gives my hand a squeeze, and I know he's
thinking about sex too.
Speaker 3: But we also give each other room. I don't have
to pretend to like your book club, and you don't
have to pretend to care about my golf handicap.
Speaker 2: He gestures around the opulent dining room with his free hand.
Speaker 3: It's like this menu. The chef crafted it perfectly, but
we still don't have to like everything on it to
enjoy the meal.
Speaker 2: I love when he gets philosophical. It's one of his
most charming quirks. I play a long, a teasing smile
on my lips. Except for the tasting menu. The kind
of these fancy restaurants let you design yourself for the table,
you pick every course. That way, you're guaranteed to love everything.
David's eyes change the warm, romantic gaze he's had all
and sharpens into something else. It's a flicker of intense,
focused intrigue, a look I've seen before. Something is on
his mind. I smile and lean forward what he lets
go of my hand and leans back in his chair,
tapping a finger against his lips, as if a profound
idea has just taken root.
Speaker 3: A tasting menu.
Speaker 2: The words hold a new weight coming from his mouth.
Speaker 3: I like that. It's nice to just sample what's available,
But when you want to focus on what you truly love,
planning ahead and designing the perfect tasting menu is ideal.
Speaker 2: He stares at me for a moment longer, that strange,
thrilling glints still in his eye. I can't quite decipher
the thought behind it, but my body responds anyway, a
shiver of anticipation running down my spine. He's probably just
taken the analogy too far. Men are funny like that.
Whatever is going on in that handsome head of his,
I know one thing for sure. I can't wait to
get him home for dessert. The click of the front
door locking behind us is the only sound in the apartment.
David doesn't turn on the lights. Instead, he turns to me,
and in the dim glow of the city filtering through
the windows, I see that same intense, captivating look from
the restaurant. He takes the clutch from my hand and
sets it on the console table without ever breaking eye contact.
Speaker 3: Hi.
Speaker 2: Hi. My heart thumbs a heavy, steady beat. This is
my favorite part, the moment after the perfect date, when
the public performance is over and all that's left is us,
the anticipation hanging thick and sweet in the air. His
hands come up to cut my face. His thumb's stroking
my cheekbones with a tenderness that makes my knees go weak.
He leans in and kisses me, and it's nothing like
the hungry, desperate kisses of our early days. This is
a kiss of deep, knowing intimacy. It's slow, sensuous, a
languid exploration of my mouth, as if he has all
the time in the world. I taste the wine on
his tongue, mixed with a unique, familiar taste of him.
It's the taste of home. My hand slide from his
shoulders up into his hair, my fingers gripping the soft strands.
As I pull him closer, the slow, sweet kiss deepens,
becoming more insistent. A low groan rumbles in his chest.
I feel it vibrate through my entire body. He breaks
the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, his
mouth hot against my skin. Bed I manage to breathe
out the word a plea. He chuckles softly against my collarbone.
His hand slide from my face down my back, his
fingers finding the zipper of my dress, he pulls it
down with an agonizing slowness, the tiny metallic sound echoing
in the quiet entryway. He doesn't push the dress off
my shoulders. Instead, his hands a roam, learning the shape
of me all over again through the thin silk. One
hand cups my ass, squeezing gently, while the other sides
around to my stomach, his fingertips tracing lazy circles that
make my skin tingle. We move from the entryway to
the living room in a slow shuffling dance, our bodies
pressed together, his mouth never leaving my skin. By the
time we reached the bedroom, we're both naked. My dress
is a puddle on the hallway floor, his shirt on
the floor next to it, his tie discarded somewhere behind us.
He pushes me gently onto the bed and follows me down,
his body covering mine, his weight, a comforting, solid presence.
We are a tangle of limbs and soft kisses, of
roaming hands and quiet, happy sighs. This isn't a race
to the finish This is pure joy and the experience.
He pulls back slightly, propping himself up on one elbow
so he can look at me. The moonlight from the
window paints his face in silver and shadow.
Speaker 3: I was thinking about what you said at the restaurant
about the tasting menu.
Speaker 2: I smile, running my hand over the hard plane of
his chest. Oh yeah, I thought that it was a
perfect analogy.
Speaker 3: It was. It got me thinking, I want to create
your perfect tasting menu, not for every time maybe, but
a special menu, one that I know is designed perfectly
just for you.
Speaker 2: I look at him, confused. My mind is hazy with
lust and wine, and his philosophical turn is a little
hard to follow. What you mean? Instead of answering with words,
he leans down this. He then kisses me again. But
this kiss is different. It's a demonstration. It's slow and deep,
his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a confident, languid grace.
But then he changes the pressure, his lips becoming firmer,
more demanding, nipping at my bottom lip before his tongue
clunges again, this time with a raw, possessive heat. He
holds my face in his hands, his thumb stroking my
jawline as he devours my mouth, taking me from tender
to ravenous and back again in the space of a minute.
It's the most incredible kiss I've ever experienced. He pulls away,
leaving me breathless, my body thrumbing.
Speaker 3: So is that on the menu?
Speaker 2: His eyes are locked on mine, and if.
Speaker 3: It is, is it for every day or just special occasions?
Speaker 2: The question, the sheer, loving audacity of it, sends a
thrill through me. He wants to know, He truly wants
to know me. A wave of love so powerful it
almost hurts, crashes over me. Oh my god. Every time, Yes,
every single time. He props himself up on his elbow,
his body a beautiful landscape in the moonlight.
Speaker 3: So let's design more of the menu.
Speaker 2: He leans down, and his warm breath ghosts across my ear.
Just before his lips close around the lobe. He sucks gently,
his tongue tracing the delicate shell, his teeth grazing the
sensitive skin in a way that sends a pleasant, tingly
shiver down my spine. It's nice, it's affectionate. He pulls back,
his eyes searching mine well. I smile, reaching up the
stroke his cheek it's lovely sweet even, but maybe not
menu worthy. Maybe more like that little AMusA boush the
chef sends out before the meal starts. He laughs, noted.
He moves lower his mouth, finding my breast. He takes
my nipple between his lips and begins to suck, a
firm went, pulling in and out. That is anything but
in a mouse a boush. A cholt of pure primal
heat shoots straight at my pussy. My back arches off
the bed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Oh. He
swrolls his tongue around the heart and peek before sucking
it deep into his mouth again. He pulls away, a
wicked grin on his face, ins that yes, oh my god, yes,
every time that is a permanent fixture on the menu.
His enthusiasm is palpable, a rush of pride and excitement
in his eyes. He had never focused on my nipples
with such intensity before. In my response, it must be
a surprise. He clearly had no idea good to know.
He lowers his head to give my other nipple the
same devoted attention. He then pulls back and begins to
play with my nipples with his fingers, rolling them, pinching
them gently. I close my eyes, savoring every sensation. Ooh, nice,
but not as good as your mouth. Your mouth is
definitely a five star entree. My mouth, it is, and
I can hear the smile in his voice. He moves
down my body, his hand taking the lead. His fingers
fine me and he just strokes my pussy lips from
my clip down and back up again, his touch light
as a feather, not pressing, just tracing the slick wet folds. Ooh,
my hips start to rock instinctively. Let's call that an appetizer,
a very very good appetizer.
Speaker 3: Is this an appetizer too?
Speaker 2: I feel his fingers slide inside me, just one at first,
then two. He moves them in and out with a slow,
deliberate rhythm. The feeling of being filled stretched by his
fingers is delicious. M yes, these aren't exactly I need
that on the menu as a meal, but they should
definitely be part of the meal, you know, Oh, yes,
the perfect accompaniment. His fingers slip out, leaving me wanting more.
But then his thumb slides up and finds my clit.
He caresses it lightly, just a soft circular motion, but
it's like he's plugged me directly into a power socket. Fuck, yes,
that that is on the menu. He laughs, a triumphant,
happy sound.
Speaker 3: A menu upgrade.
Speaker 2: He slides down the bed, his head replacing his hand.
He spreads my legs wide, and without any preamble, his
tongue flicks directly against my clit. A bolt of lightning
arcs through me. Yes, yes, yes, every time, all the time.
I cry out, my hands, fisting the sheets. His tongue
is relentless, licking and stroking my clip with a speed
and precision his fingers couldn't match. Then he changes tactics.
His lips close around the swollen pearl, sucking gently. The
sensation is so sharp, so exquisitely intense, that it's almost
too much. Who stop, stop, I push at his shoulders.
He looks up at me, his chin slick with my juices. Okay,
let's say that goes on the menu. But the chef
better be careful with that one. It's potent. He nods,
smiling and goes back down, this time focusing his attention lower.
He licks my pussy lips, long, slow, wet strokes from
bottom to top, over and over again. I melt into
the mattress, A purr of pure contentment rising in my throat.
Love that you can do that all day, every day,
and I'll be a happy woman. He then sucks on
my lips, pulling the soft flesh into his mouth. Oh
that's nice too, but let's just roll that in with
a licking His mouth is a gift. He moves lower,
still kissing and licking the inside of my thigh. I giggle,
my body twitching too, tiglish. I pulled my leg away,
definitely off the menu. We're both laughing. As he crawls
back up my body. He straddles my chest, kneeling over me,
his hard cock just inches from my face. It's glistening,
beautifully thick and pointing straight at the ceiling. Oh, I
like this part of the menu already. He leans forward,
taking his cock in his hand. He gently taps the
head of it against my lips, then my cheek. It's
a playful teasing gesture. That's fun, but it's more of
an appetizer.
Speaker 3: You're just teasing me, Ah, teasing you for this, And.
Speaker 2: He pushes the head of his cock between my lips.
I eagerly suck him in. My tongue is swirling around
the thick ridge before he pulls back. Okay, I love
that that's a permanent fixture on the menu, But I
feel like that's something I need to put on my
menu for you. He grins and slides down my body,
squeezing his cock between my tits. He thrusts a few times,
the friction pleasant against my skin. It feels nice, but
not really menu worthy. He slides lower his cock, finding
my pussy. He doesn't push in, he just slides it
up and down between my wet lips. The sensation of
his rigid length against my swollen flesh drives me crazy.
Oh yes, all day, every day. Love it. He shifts
his angle, stroking my clip with the head of his cock. Fuck. Yes,
there's only one thing better than that. This And with
a powerful thrust, he slides his cock inside me. Yes, yes, yes,
I wrap my legs around his waist. Missionary is awesome.
Fuck me, and he does. He fucks me with a deep,
loving rhythm that feels like coming home. I meet his
every thrust, my body moving in perfect sync with his. Honestly,
let's roll these all together. I love your cock inside me.
It's the best thing ever. I don't care if I'm
on top on my knees or you're on top, Just
slide your cock and me it's the best meal ever.
He stops, pulling out of me slowly.
Speaker 3: Okay, then roll over.
Speaker 2: I do as he says. My mind erasing is he
going to fuck me doggy style? Is it kind of
fuck me in the ass? I like it ass fucking
a little, but it's not really on the main menu
for me. But before he starts, I hear him stand
up and walk away. I turn my head. He's heading
to the bathroom. I have no idea what he has
in mine, and a flicker of nervous, kind of excited
worry runs through me. He comes back with a warm,
damp washcloth. He kisses my back, then licks my ass
right on the cheeks. He then kisses them and licks
them again, and then kisses them and runs a tongue
up my ass cheek. Okay, that feels surprisingly good, but
not on the main menu.
Speaker 3: Okay, I've never done this, but we need to assess
everything if we're going to put together the perfect menu.
Speaker 2: He spreads my cheeks and gently wipes my asshole with
the warm cloth. Before I can even process what's happening.
He lowers his head and I feel the shocking, wet
heat of his tongue directly on my asshole. WHOA, Okay,
I was not prepared for that.
Speaker 3: He pulls back too much.
Speaker 2: I take a breath, the strange electric sensation still tingling. No,
try again, I think I need to really feel this.
He goes back down, his tongue swirling, licking, probing. It's
a bizarrely intensely pleasurable feeling. He pulls back again. Okay,
that feels so good. I actually feel guilty saying so.
Let's say it's not on the regular tasting menu, but
we can keep it in the pantry for special occasions.
He chuckles, and I feel his hard cock slide up
and down between my cheeks. Okay, I really don't want
you to think I'm an anal pervert. I laugh. I'm
literally enjoying everything he's doing with my ass But that
feels great too. Still not on the main men.
Speaker 3: You you sure you just said you liked it.
Speaker 2: Well, we don't eat from the same menu every night.
I feel him push the head of his cock against
my asshole, and I tense, but he stops. Then I
feel the cold drops of lube hitting my skin. His
hands moved, spreading it, and then he slowly, carefully slides
his cock into my ass. Okay, you're gonna think this
is funny, and maybe this is how menu construction works.
But you know, I've always said I'm not a huge
fan of anal sex, but right now that feels really nice.
He slides in and out gently. Mmmmm. Okay, that's a
bit better than nice.
Speaker 3: I like this on the menu.
Speaker 2: Let's put this on the alternate menu. I feel him
pull out and then I hear the rustle of the watchcloth.
The next sensation is him sliding back inside my pussy.
Oh yes, like I said before, where doggy style is nice?
I love your cock inside me. I think that's it,
that this is the main chorus. But as he's fucking
me with a slow, deep rhythm, he slides his free
hand down and pushes a thumb into my asshole. Oh wow.
The combination of sensation short circuits my brain. The feeling
of his cock feeling my pussy and his finger filling
my ass at the same time is incredible. He pushes
his thumb in deep while his cock is buried inside me. Fuck,
don't stop doing that. He starts to fuck me harder,
his cock pounding my pussy while his thumb works in
and out of my ass. I can feel the change
in his rhythm, the tension in his body he's going
to come, and knowing that, feeling his imminent release while
he's pleasuring me in this new mind blowing way makes
me hotter than I've been all night. I reach down
and my fingers find my clit, already slick and throbbing.
He comes with a deep groan, his hot seed flooding
my pussy, I says, cock throbs inside me, his thumbs
still buried deep in my ass. I stroke myself into
a blinding, screaming orgasm, my whole body convulsing around him.
My pussy squeezes his cock, and my ass squeezes his thumb.
We collapse onto the bed, a sweaty, spent tangle of limbs.
I roll over and curl into his side, my head
on his chest. Well, that was one hell of a
tasting menu, he kisses the top of my head.
Speaker 3: It was.
Speaker 2: I look up at him, my eyes heavy with love
and satisfaction. I guess I'll have to work on your
menu tomorrow night.
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