Red Hot Letters to My Husband(3)

Dear Tom

Do you know that red wine increases the libido of women? I read that somewhere. Who knows if it’s true? I do know that when I’ve had half a glass of wine my pussy starts to warm and ache so I’m going to agree.

Tonight when you come home I’ll be waiting with a bottle of red wine to test this claim.

When you first come into the bedroom, I want you to slowly strip. When you’re ready, take a sip of wine for yourself. Then take another sip and kiss me. Just a slight parting of lips to begin with so the wine can trickle in. Then a deeper kiss of warm wined tongue.

“My pussy’s throbbing,” I’ll say when those drugging kisses start to take effect.

“It’s going to throb a whole lot more,” you’ll whisper back.

Dribble some wine into the hollow of my neck and lap it up.

Pour some more over my breasts and suck and lick it up. Don’t worry about the mess. I’ve taken precautions.

Move down lower to my stomach and trickle some more wine around.

Kneel between my legs, lift my pussy high and pour the wine into my crack.

Tell me: “I’m going to suck and lick you until you come.” Then do it.

While I’m still quivering, lower me to the bed and stretch out beside me.

Now it’s my turn.

First, I’ll kiss you with wine. Then I’ll work my way down to your body until I drench your dick in ruby liquid. “I’m going to suck you slow and sensuous.”

When you’re close, let me know. I’ll work my way back up your body. One more wine kiss and then I’ll straddle you and take you deep. Slowly, I’ll work my way up and down before I pick up the pace and fuck your brains out.

I can’t wait.

Love, Sherry.



On Friday, I prepared for the evening. It was nice to be romantic but I had to be practical too. I didn’t like champagne or white wine so I’d be using a red wine which was a perfect foil for romance. Its rich ruby colour was synonymous with love as was its spicy, warm and mellow taste. I had a wine warmer by the bed so it would be the perfect temperature. There would be no cold fluids dribbling over my body. I hate the cold. I certainly would not be enacting any icy cold fantasies.

Unfortunately, red wine was going to be messy so I covered the bed with some old sheets before I finished with black satin. Some red pillows and red roses for contrast and it looked pretty sexy as well as being practical. As a final touch, I added some soy candles with a romantic aromatherapy blend.

I then shaved my legs and exfoliated my body. If Tom was going to be licking my skin I wanted to be as soft as I could be for him. Humming softly to myself, I put on some music, corked the wine so it could breathe and put it in the warmer and turned the heater on low. It was still a little chilly at the end of October and I didn’t want to be worried about lying there in the nude while I froze to death. Nipples pebbled from desire was one thing. Frozen little nubs was quite another.

By the time Tom arrived home, I was aching from anticipation. Megan had certainly got that point right. A few sips of wine hadn’t hurt either.

As per my instructions, Tom slowly stripped. His body was beautiful. Lean and lightly muscled from his lunchtime workouts at the gym. Crisp dark hair dotted his hard chest and arrowed down to a happy trail that led to his cock. A cock that was already standing at attention.

I squirmed in excitement.

Tom crawled onto the bed and straddled me. Leaning over, he poured a glass of wine and took a sip, rolling it around his tongue before swallowing.

“Spicy and hot, just like you.”

I loved it when he added to the script.

Another sip and his head descended.

I parted my lips eagerly, sipping at the stream of sweet liquid as he dribbled it into my mouth. His tongue followed, warm and erotic, thrusting softly inside my mouth.

I moaned my pleasure. “My pussy’s throbbing.”

“It’s going to throb more,” he growled.

A splash hit my throat. Tom worked his way down, nipping and sucking as I gasped my delight.

When my breasts were decorated in ruby, Tom licked the mounds before he slowly circled my nipples.

I arched my back as they tightened in response, soundlessly begging him to suck them.

“What do you want?”

“Suck my nipples,” I cried.

He rewarded me, drawing the peaks into his mouth. His tongue rolled around the tips and I writhed on the bed as the heat inside my pussy grew.

When he sipped from my navel, I cried out in pleasure. “I’m so hot.”

“You’re going to get hotter.”

Moving between my legs, he pulled me up.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Tom looked down the length of my body. “You’re going to get wetter.” He tipped the wine out of the glass, flooding my pussy.