The entire room spoke of his care and tenderness in making sure she had every comfort. Wendy, her hair, cascading over her bare shoulders carefully groomed and vibrantly shiny with health, beamed with love for her husband.
I instantly noticed her lovely long black satin nightie, the fabric, covering her ample breasts, stretching; light bouncing off the alluring slopes to the little shadows of her calm nipples. I looked up I to her liquid eyes and felt my heart start to pound. Oh! She was so beautiful.
'Wendy, darling', Chris spoke gently to her. She looked adoringly up into his face, her bright eyes showing only a trace of the semi-retreat she had made from the world, 'this is Patrick. He is going to be staying with us. That's nice, isn't it, and look, you can see he likes satin too'
Standing to one side, so Wendy had a clear view to me, she looked first to my face with uncertainty, causing my already speeding heart to beat faster still as those stunning eyes met mine. Then her slightly worried gaze slowly dropped to my open shirt and to the shiny pink satin gleaming there.
The anxious look was immediately replaced by a warm and happy smile. Her right hand moved, seemingly unconsciously, up over the satin bedclothes to slip over her right breast, the sound of her nails sliding over the glossy material of her nightie unmistakable to my ears. Her fingers traced a lazy, slow circle over the satin covered nipple, the shadows growing more distinct as arousal took hold and the fabric became even more taught.
'Oh, you like Patrick, don't you, my darling. Wonderful! Patrick.'
Chris gestured for me to join him by the bed. I walked carefully to the bedside, not wishing to alarm Wendy. Wendy, however, was now smiling broadly, her eyes, still fixed on my satin torso, half lidded as the obvious pleasure she was imparting to herself by her nipple caress started to take a firm grip.
Chris moved to one side to allow me to stand closer to Wendy.
'There, my darling. What do you think? Does Patrick's satin feel like your nighties satin?'
His question prompted her to reach out with her other hand to rest on my tummy which quivered and tensed as for the second time today the lovely caress of another through my lingerie made me feel horny again. As her fingers made contact, I heard Wendy draw in a sharp breath and I watched as her first hand became more animated, her finger and thumb pinching her now swollen nipple through her nightie, the slippery fabric allowing the protruding hardness to slide between her pincher action causing her to cry out with the suddenness of the movement, her fingers immediately returning to continue their assault on her tingling excitedness.
