Have you ever played out a scene from a book or movie? My wife and I tried to watch 50 Shades one night, and we didn’t make it through half of it before we were hot and heavy and headed to the bedroom.
But this story is about another one of those times.
My wife was going to be out of town for several weeks, and she had the great idea for us to read the same book and have a two person book club. We read a fiction novel and talked about it each night while she was gone. It was a great way for us to stay connected. The conversations started about the book and usually turned into how the characters related to us or who in our lives they reminded us of.
A second book arrived from Amazon and the title and cover art appeared to be another fiction novel. It turned out that, yes, it was fiction, but not your normal fiction. This was a romance novel. But I didn’t know it at first. It took a few chapters for the characters to get into it.
My jaw dropped so far in surprise I thought I’d have to pick it up off the floor, knowing my wife sent this steamy book to me as the subject for our book club. I could only imagine the smile that must have been on her face when she thought of me reading about the characters getting it on that first time.
The first book club meeting on this book was a little awkward, but we focused on the characters.
Each day I couldn’t wait to read more and then talk to her about it. I would read a steamy section and get a hard on, not only because of what I was reading, but more because of the thought of talking to my wife about it. She would tell me how a part reminded her of something we did, like the time we were driving through a secluded city park late at night with no other cars around.
My wife had teased me by flashing a nipple and giving a slight view of her shaved slit in the passing streetlights. She leaned back in her seat, pulled up her dress and slipped a finger into her wet pussy. She slid her panties off from under her sun dress and climbed over on top of me while I was still driving. She was ready and my hard cock had no trouble entering her. She pushed all her weight down and leaned forward to get my pubic bone on her clit, and she just rocked. I had to pull over just in time to park, and then shoot my load deep into her.
I got sidetracked. That’s a different story!
One of these book club meetings turned into phone sex as we discussed a very hot session the characters had. We talked about how we would do those things to each other, while telling each other exactly how to touch ourselves. I told her how I would suck and nibble on her nipple while cupping her breast in my hand, and have her squeeze her tits, lick her nipple and tell me how it feels. Then I told her how I would gently rub all around her pussy, not touching her clit or hole, just to tease her. Then I instructed her over the phone to put a finger in her pussy and describe in detail how it feels.
“Wet, warm, like little goose bumps on the inside,” she said.
Oh my, that got me so hard. Half kidding, I asked her what it tastes like, and I almost came when I heard her lips licking her finger. My imagination was running wild.
She got me back though, when she instructed me to describe how my cock felt, it was hard, throbbing, also with goosebumps on the ridge with some glistening pre-cum appearing. She asked me what it tasted like, I’m sure she felt the same excitement when she heard me licking my finger and tasting it.
Side tracked again.
After the characters made it through the main conflict, they had a hot scene which we just had to re-enact.
When my wife came home, we were so horny after being apart for weeks. I played it pretty close to the scene in the book. After telling my wife I couldn’t wait to be alone, we head upstairs. I showered first, and then sat on the tub talking to her while she showered.
When she stepped out of the shower, her soaking wet body was such a turn on. She didn’t even get to finish drying off before I stood up, put an arm around her waist, and started kissing her neck. She threw her head back and let out breathy moan.
I alternated between kissing her lips and her neck. She smelled so damn good—a mix of the vanilla shower gel and clean, fresh skin.
After a few minutes, I put a towel on the bathroom countertop, lifted her naked body up, and sat her on the edge, then continued to kiss her mouth and neck. She leaned back on the large mirror and I made my way down the front of her body to her glistening tits, working my tongue around every inch of her double D tits, but not touching her nipples. Finally, I dove my tongue onto her nipple in circles and began flicking it back and forth. She let out a louder moan as I finally touched her nipples.
I moved back up for some more passionate kissing. Then I stood up in front of her as she scooted her ass to the edge of the counter and leaned back.
I started to slowly work my cock in my hand. I asked her, “Is this what you were picturing when you told me to stroke my cock during our book club meeting?”
She stared at my hand as it pumped my dick slowly up and down. She said, “Absolutely.” After a brief pause, she asked me, “Is this is what you pictured when you told me to play with myself during our book club meeting?” She started to rub the outside of her pussy lips, slowly taking her finger from the bottom, moving up into her pussy, and still up higher to her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure.
What happened next made me shiver.
Seeing that my gaze was fixed on her finger pleasuring her clit, she moved it up over her body and put it in her mouth, licking her juices from that finger. Then she offered it to me too, and I gladly accepted.
After I sucked on her finger too, I remembered the scene from the book, and resumed re-enacting it.
With her still leaned back on the mirror, I put her hands above her head, and took my now really rock hard cock and touched it to her clit. I stroked my dick and moved it around in circles on her hard little nub. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head again.
I said, “Remember the book. Look at me baby.” I stroked faster and harder. “Keep your eyes open and look at me baby. I kept working her clit with us both on the edge. “Keep looking at me baby,” I said again. “I won’t stop as long as you keep looking into my eyes.”
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop!”
I felt the pleasure building in my hips behind my balls—that awesome point of no return. We were doing our best to maintain eye contact, but it was so challenging!
Just as she started to shudder, I started to orgasm. I swear my peripheral vision went black as I tried so hard to keep my eyes open. She screamed and I grunted as ropes of cum leapt from my cock onto her stomach, clit, and pussy. As I slowed, she was still going and reached down with her hand and brought herself to another orgasm through my cum and her juices. This led to another shower to rinse it all off of her.
We usually orgasm through intercourse, so this was a novel thing for us. It was such an incredible and connecting experience, and she made me promise to do the eye contact thing again the next time we make love. That promise won’t be hard to keep. 
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