Breaking in the wine cellar

“Are you ready for happy hour love?” Lisa called down from upstairs.

Michael yelled back up to the brick stairway… “Aaabsolutely! I just need to clean up!”

As usual, Michael was dusty and sweaty, he’d been finishing up the work on the cellar, and was happy that another major project was completed.

“Shall we have it in the wine cellar? It’s finished!” He called.

“Of Course!! Now take your time baby, clean up thoroughly. I’ll set your uniform out and prepare our snacks, bring them down when you are done. Tonight I feel like being served properly… you’re doing all the work!”

Michael smiled… “no problem!”

….later…

Lisa sat back in the leather love seat and admired the room. The paved brick floor, stone and stucco walls, beautiful round windows, low wood ceiling, a large wine and cigar cabinet on one side and 4 wine barrels stacked at the end… all set off by the soft glow of hidden lighting and the jazz music. They had dreamed of completing this room for years.

Michael entered the wine cellar carrying the tray and wearing only the thin fishnet underwear. She admired his strong, tall, tanned body, seeming even larger in this cozy space. She felt like a royal roman woman being served by a naked gladiator.

“Now that’s about right, Mmmmmm… Set the tray here on the table love, I’ve picked out my wine… go ahead open it and pour the glasses.”

Michael felt his cock thickening as he looked at his sexy wife reclined comfortably in the leather chair… she wore a velvety robe loosely draped across her fit body… leaving her sexy legs exposed enough to show him she wore nothing underneath… looking every bit the queen she was.

He poured the two wine glasses and came to sit next to his wife…

“Oh no love… you don’t get to sit down yet, remember? I said you’re doing all the work. This is such a special space… I feel like we should break it in with a special show… so go ahead and stand over there and stroke your cock for me… and be very slow and sexy about it… work with the music. Once you’ve warmed me up with the show, I’ll have another task for you to work on.” She winked.

“Looking forward to it.” he answered as he slowly unsnapped the mesh underwear, letting it fall to the floor as his cock happily sprang free…

“Hmmmm”, Xia sighed as she sipped her wine, “oh yeah.. go ahead.. stroke it.” Michael wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and began to slide it back and forth as she licked her lips… At some point the jazz music had shifted to lounge and fit the scene perfectly… He tried to time his stroking and grind his hips a little with the music… she noticed his efforts and smiled, enjoying the exclusive sex show… watching his breathing deepen, his muscles thicken, his cock swelling…

Suddenly she blurted out “Wait… stop.”

Michael froze, hand mid stroke, chest still rising and falling.

“This absolutely calls for a cigar! she exclaimed.

Michael smiled, walked over to the humidor, selected one of the thinner, small mellow cigars that Lisa liked, snipped the end, picked up the matches and returned to Lisa, kneeling down between her lovely legs on the goat skin rug.

“Would you like me to light it for you?” Michael asked
No, just hold the match… I’ll take it from there.” Michael struck the match and Lisa leaned in, drawing the flame into the slim cigar until it glowed properly. Then she adjusted, opening her legs and sliding slightly down in the seat, the velvet dress opening to reveal her naked thighs and more.

Michael watched her take a long drag on the cigar… leaning back on the chair… the leather… the velvet dress, her naked thighs open to him… showing an hint of her pussy in the candle light… this room they had designed and built together… it was probably the sexiest thing he could have imagined, but it was real, it was their reality.

Lisa could see the love, lust, and joy in his eyes… she felt it too. The cellar space was absolutely beautiful… the candle light flickered off the stone walls, the old wood bar, the skin of this strong man kneeling between her thighs, devoted only to her, ready to serve her every desire… out of love, not obligation… this could be a scene from a fantasy, but it was her reality… and she loved it as much as he did…

“While you’re down there my sexy gladiator… why don’t you make yourself useful…” they both smiled as she slid a little further down in the seat while he knelt fully on the fur rug… then she closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt the warm touch of his tongue between her thighs.