I’m sitting in my chair in our bedroom, watching. My wife, the love of my life, is stretched out naked on our bed. Just the sight of her arouses me greatly. Her breasts are beautiful. She has been touching herself, and her nipples are hard. Her long, beautiful legs are parted, and I can see her moisture. I want to touch her so badly, but it is forbidden.
It’s All Hallow’s Eve. Every year on this day, she saves herself for her lover, a Spirit. She gives herself to him completely. She is restless. She is impatient for his arrival. She tosses and turns. I don’t want her to give herself to another. I want her to give herself to me. It is forbidden.
I am allowed to watch him take her from me. In fact, she demands that I watch. I notice a change in the air. There is a slight scent of Autumn. He is here. Her nipples harden more. Her wetness increases. Her skin is covered with goosebumps. She parts her legs and pulls them up, offering her core. They couple.
And then it happens. She is climaxing. Her body stiffens. She arches her back. She makes those sounds. I’ve seen her like this a thousand times when she cums for me. I love to make her climax, but I can’t bear to watch it happen with him. I look away.
After a while, I look back. She is sated. He is gone. She is content. I remove my clothing, join her in bed, take her in my arms, and hold her. It is permitted.
I stroke her hair and tell her how beautiful she is and that I love her. I say these things over and over. Soon, she has had enough of that. She is ready for the next part of All Hallow’s Eve. She touches my manhood. I am hard for her. She kisses me. I can taste him in her mouth. I break the kiss and slide down to suckle her breasts. She moves against me. I harden more. Soon, she is ready. She pushes my head down her belly to her clit and lips. She raises her hips and pushes my face against her. I use my tongue just the way she likes it. I taste them both.
Now it’s my turn. I move between her legs and penetrate her roughly. Before, I was making love to her. She loves that. Now I am fucking her. She loves that, too. I thrust myself into her deeper and deeper and harder and harder over and over again. All too soon, it’s over. She cries out, her back arches, and her legs shake. The color rises in her face and breasts. She is lovely.
I am at peace. I have reclaimed my wife. She is mine again, at least until next year.
