Sixty-Second Sexcapade: Touch & Taste

It’s hard to believe that Antoine and I have been married for 6 years. There were times I didn’t think we would get this far. Between work, the children and school or friends and family and community obligations, the autumn always seems to bring so much chaos that it’s often difficult to coordinate our schedules and find “us” time. But, somehow, we always manage to make it work.

It is at these moments, I find myself longing for the summer –the days, so many years ago, when we first got together. Especially those hot summer nights when we would spend hours talking and touching, teasing and pleasing each other to no end. The summer reminds me of ‘Toine –my fantasy is to tempt his taste buds with a picnic. After all, what epitomizes the summer more?

As the day begins to wind down, and the children have settled in for the night, I hand Antoine a note: The evening holds a lot of delicious possibilities; tonight, your senses will be pleasured like never before. The first item on the menu is relaxation. Why don’t you start with a shower? I can’t think of a better way for you to unwind. 

When he reaches the bathroom, there is a bottle of scented body wash along with a note that reads: Hmmm, thinking about you naked makes my mouth water. Enjoy a nice hot shower, but don’t take too long –dessert is almost ready.

When he comes out of the shower, he finds a bath towel, a pair of silk boxers and massage oil along with his third note: Dry yourself off, slip into the boxers and join me downstairs.  I want you to work up an appetite before you get something to eat.

As I put the finishing touches on the picnic, I hear him descend the final steps and take a seat on the red and white checkered picnic blanket when he enters the room.  The scene is absolutely beautiful: the candles have all been lit in the fireplace, the picnic basket is situated next to me and I am dressed in a new black negligee with a sheer bodice, accented elegantly with lace and a pair of stilettos.

Antoine stands at the entrance to the room wearing only the silk boxers and holding the bottle of massage oil. His eyes follow the seductive lines of my gown and I watch as his nature begins to rise.  He silently walks to the blanket and sits down behind me, with his back to the chaise lounge.  ‘Toine kisses the nape of my neck before his fingers delicately pull down the thin straps of my gown. Pouring the oil into his palms, he rubs them together to warm it, and then places his hands on my shoulders, massaging me –getting me aroused.

“This is nice.”  He speaks softly, waking me from my erotic trance.

“It’s just the beginning.”  When he finishes the massage, I open the picnic basket and pull out our favorite bottle of wine along with two wineglasses and the bottle opener.  Antoine wastes no time popping the cork on the bottle and pouring each of us a glass.  I allow him to finish his drink before I hand him a box; enclosed he finds a blindfold and the final note: Now that your palate is wet, it’s time to play a little game of Touch and Taste.

“Touch ‘n Taste?”  ‘Toine asks inquisitively with a tone of playfulness in his voice as he curls the edge of his upper lip just enough, indicating that his mind is swirling with ideas. He licks his lips then continues, “I don’t think I know the rules to that game.” 

“There are only three –” I reply.  “Rule number one: I blind fold you, and you must remain blindfolded for the entire game.”  I take the long sheer scarf from Antoine, and as he closes his eyes, I fold the fabric and gently wrapped it around him tying it securely behind his head.  “Rule number two: I touch your lips with a body part of mine that has been dipped in something delectable and you taste what I put in your mouth.” 

“Hmmm.” ‘Toine moans as he licks his lips again, but this time with purpose. “And three?”

“That’s the hard part –” I lean over to Antoine, gently brushing my lips against his ear, and whisper, “Rule number three: You tell me what you’ve tasted and what body part has touched you.”  I wait to note his reaction; he smiles in delight, leaning his head back to the seat behind him, and then raises it again. “Are you game?” I question.

 “Ready when you are.”  Antoine eagerly responds and we begin. 

I start with something easy.  “I got –” He answers quickly. “That’s peanut butter, and it’s on your finger.”  I congratulate and move onto the next temptation.

“Hmmm –that’s gotta be chocolate syrup on your ear lobe.”

“Two for two, I need to make these a little harder,” I jest.  Onto his next taste.

“I’m gonna have to taste that one again –I know what I’m tasting, but I need another touch.  I give ‘Toine another sample, and he makes his guess, “The taste is frosting?”

“Yes –go on.”  I encourage.

“Is the touch your chin?”

“Very good –are you sure you’re not peeking?”  I kiss him then move onto temptation number four.

“Boy, am I glad I’m a titty-man –” He smiles.

Before he has the chance to guess the taste, I interrupt, “Which one?” 

“I knew you were gonna ask that.”

“Okay, which one?”  I insist.

“Put it back in my mouth and I’ll tell you.”  I touch him again but this time without the added taste, and he begins to suck –slowly at first then with an increasing pressure, taking most of my areola into his mouth, then I pull back. “What? No ice-cream.” He asks.

“You’ve guessed the taste, but which nipple did you touch?”  ‘Toine inhales, contemplating his answer and smiles as he exhales, “Easy –your left one.”  He answers proudly.

“You can see, can’t you?” I interrogate playfully.

“Naw –it’s too dark in here for me to see –”

“Then how’d you guess?”

“I had a 50 percent chance of getting it right –”

“I suppose.”  I concede.

“But I know which one is which –” He teases, and my curiosity is peaked  “The left one is closest to me when you sleep –do you know how many times I’ve taken a mid-night suck on that one?”  My jaw drops in surprise at my husbands little revelation –his dirty talk makes me wet and I am inclined to rush through the rest of the game, but refuse and continue to play.

“All right, ‘Toine –figure out what this one is.”  I dip the sample and give it to him.

“Hmmm?”  He’s stumped.

“Not as easy as you’d thought it’d be, huh?”  I kiss him and ask if he would like another try.  Antoine agrees but is still perplexed.

“It almost tastes like honey.”  He speaks with a tone of uncertainty in his voice.

“Very good, and the touch?” I inquire.

“I don’t know –your heel?”  He guesses.

“No –think higher.”

“Elbow?”  He is still confused.

“Strike two.”

“Baby –I don’t know –your shoulder?”

“Very good.”  I give him another congratulatory kiss and move onto the next temptation.

“Hmmm –” He inhales deeply before I press the taste to his lips. “Are we almost finished?”  He asks impatiently.  “You can’t imagine how horny I am right now.”

“The game is almost over,” I console. “But you need to make your guess.”

“Whipped cream on your thigh –Please don’t ask me which one.”  He begs.

“And this –” I don’t even wait to praise ‘Toine before I give him the next test and try not to prolong his agony.

“Right nipple and that chocloately-nut spread.” 

“It’s Nutella –and you’re correct.”

“We finished now?”  ‘Toine is really feeling it and as slips his hand down the waistband of the boxers and pulls out his dick.

“Just one more.”  I smile and watch his physical reaction to the approaching stimulation –his breathing his heavy as he licks his lips, wetting both top and bottom in anticipation, and he strokes the length of his shaft –from the head to his balls and back up again.  I give him his final temptation, allowing him to time to touch and taste, while I patiently wait for his response. 

Antoine’s tongue laps the tender folds of flesh in his mouth as he alternates between sucking and kissing.  I feel him swallow, drinking what I have to offer –quenching his thirst. ‘Toine runs his fingers through my hair, playing in the tiny curls before his hands find their way to my cheeks, holding me tenderly yet firmly in place, as his tongue enters sending me to ecstasy.