A BEAUTIFUL QUARTER CENTURY ONLY AFFIRMS THE LOVE THEY HAVE SHARED TOGETHER
I’m married to an attractive, intelligent and sensual woman named Maisie. We’ve had a great sex life and a wonderful marriage for twenty-four years. Our love and lust have only grown with time, and we especially enjoy those nights when our children are occupied with other activities.
Maisie is petite at five foot four and about one hundred five pounds, and she always wears the most attractive clothes. Her body is incredibly sexy, especially her tits, ass and trim, silky legs. I’ve noticed several men turn their heads as my wife walks by. When I first saw her in college, I wanted to get close to her. Whenever we go out dancing, I’m constantly aroused watching her move. She always dances close and presses firmly against me, her belly grinding against my cock. It drives me crazy sometimes how wonderful she feels against my body, and I get aroused when we meld like that in public.
Maisie’s breasts are round, full 34Bs with the most beautiful areolae. They’re a light-pale shade of pink and remind me of soft, wonderful apricots. I love taking them in my mouth and sucking them. She knows how much they excite me, and she often teases me by pressing them against me when I’m getting dressed.
When we’re able to steal a moment alone, we kiss passionately. I fondle her backside as I hold her close against my chest. I also love to explore her mouth and massage her breasts through her blouse and her bra. As she gets excited, she takes a deep breath that makes her breasts heave, then exhales with a slight moan. It isn’t long before I start unbuttoning her blouse, freeing her breasts from her thin, lacy brassiere. As I become more excited, I lean down and draw a nipple between my lips before taking the other. When I lavish my attention on her breasts, it isn’t long before I feel her nipples become very long and hard, which sends my arousal up to another level.
Maisie also enjoys sucking and nibbling on my nipples, which are very sensitive. Her oral talents never fail to make my penis even harder. My hands enjoy traveling south to her flat stomach and her soft thighs. Maisie spreads her legs and I continue to run my hands over her legs and thighs. Eventually I run a finger over the slit I can see through her panties. I reach between her legs to feel how wet she’s gotten from my attention. Maisie slowly shifts her body toward me and tells me to put my fingers into her cunt.
Eager to taste her pussy, I strip off her panties and dip my tongue to her vulva. I spread her legs wider and glance up to her. Her eyes shine with lust as I lick her pussy and kiss her clitoris. Stretching my tongue into her sex to taste her juices I lap at her clitoris, making her moan and shift her hips towards me. I give her the best I have, sucking her clitoris and spreading the pink velvet folds of her pussy, nibbling her labia and licking my way along the length of her cunt. I push my fingers into her wetness, flicking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and wrapping my lips around it. Maisie begins to buck her hips and grind her pussy on my face, moaning each time she moves forward.
My penis becomes harder and harder, the blood flowing so strong that it becomes bright purple at the head. Maisie starts running her mouth over the hard shaft, licking until it is glistening with saliva. I start rubbing her breasts and nipples while she tongues me. Maisie finally opens her mouth wide and wraps her lips around my shaft. Then she begins to suck on it, moving her head back and forth and taking more of my cock between her lips. I start panting as I enjoy every stroke of her talented mouth. She then shifts her attention to my balls before slipping on a rubber glove, lubricating my asshole and inserting a finger to massage my prostrate. I moan with lust.
Maisie turns onto her stomach and I put the tip of my tool on the edge of her sweetness. I slowly push into her, grabbing her hips and massaging her beautiful breasts. I quicken the pace, knowing how good it feels. I move my hand back down to Maisie’s clitoris, slowly massaging it back and forward. I watch my cock move slowly back and forth in her cunt. I let Maisie know how much I appreciate fucking her beautiful body and love what a wonderfully sexy and considerate lover she is.
Maisie removes my penis from her tight hole, moves on her side and starts rubbing up against my cock. I reach down, put on a rubber, coat my penis and her asshole with lube and push against her slim rear opening. When I slowly push myself in, Maisie takes a deep breath and waits. We rest for a moment, then she begins to press back against my cock.
It’s not too long before most of my penis is inside her and I’m able to increase the speed of my penetration. I give Maisie a few more thrusts and reach around to rub her clit slowly between thumb and forefinger. I am almost ready to explode and she indicates that she is ready to sit on top, our favorite position.
Maisie climbs on top, taking just the head of my penis into her hot juicy womanhood. I put my lips to those beautiful breasts, licking the nipples and getting more excited. She eases her pussy down slowly, allowing me access just an inch at a time, until all at once she is fully impaled. My nuts rub her ass and the sounds of hot juicy sex fill the room. We move with awesome action, my cock pumping and throbbing inside of her.
Her breasts hover tantalizing close to my face and I reach out and take her nipples in my questing mouth. Maisie’s breathing grows labored and she begins riding me with wild abandon until she becomes overwhelmed by her orgasm. I begin thrusting and I explode. I lick her pussy one more time after we’re satisfied and finally French-kiss her, sharing the fruits of our love together.—L.P., Perth Amboy, New Jersey
A STICKY BIRTHDAY PRESENT SHOWS HER LOVER JUST HOW SWEET SHE REALLY IS
My lover’s birthday was approaching and I wanted to surprise him with something special, so I reserved a beautiful hotel room on the bay. I supplied the room with wine and flowers, sprinkling rose petals all over the bed. On the nightstand sat a candle, a dildo, massage oils, a blindfold and a pot of honey. I was wrapped up in just a towel with a big red bow wrapped around my neck because I was going to be his gift!
At last my lover arrived. When I opened the door and saw the smile on his face, I knew he was pleased. He pulled me into his arms and planted a long, passionate kiss on my mouth. I started to open his shirt slowly, planting a kiss on his bare chest after undoing each button. When my mouth reached his nipples, I added a little sucking to my kisses. Once completely unbuttoned, I removed his shirt and ran my hands over his chest. I unzippered his pants, slipped them down his hips and led him to the bed, holding his cock the entire way. I knelt next to him and told him it was time to unwrap his gift. With one tug, the towel dropped to the floor.
He took my tits in his hands and pulled me towards him. I felt the warmth of his mouth, my nipples getting harder with each suck. I told him to lay back and enjoy what was coming.
I began to give him a massage, starting with his chest and working my way down. I took his cock in my mouth just enough to moisten it. I inserted the dildo into his butthole and turned it on. While it vibrated gently, I laid him on his back and told him to get ready for some added sweetness.
I began to drizzle honey on his cock, covering the tip and letting it ooze down his shaft. I coated his balls with more honey and let it run down to the crack of his butt. By the time I started licking the honey off he was really hot! With long strokes I worked my way along his crotch to his balls and finally to his hard, honey-coated cock. He was ready to come, but didn’t want to get off yet. He removed the dildo from his butt and laid me on my back. “I want to watch you make yourself come,” he said. I began rubbing my clit. He inserted the dildo into my “beehive,” turned it on and said, “Let yourself go. I want you to come for me.”
As he watched me and stroked his cock, I reached the first of many orgasms. He removed the dildo and said, “Open wide.” As I spread my legs he took the pot of honey and filled my wanting pussy, all over my clit and down the inside of my upper thigh. He started lapping it up. When he reached my sweet, sticky pussy his “bee” entered my “hive.” What an incredible sensation it was!
Our bodies moved in such a perfect rhythm we couldn’t
hold back any longer. With one hard, powerful thrust our passion exploded. My honeypot was filled with a combination of his sweet come and honey. When our breathing returned to normal, we slid into the Jacuzzi. As the water whirled around us, we held each other in a sensuous embrace. The night was young and just beginning. “Happy Birthday, my love,” I said. Now, whenever we see a jar of honey we look at each other and grin. That night will be with us forever.—M.H., South Beach, Florida
HE WAS HOPING THIS EVENING WOULD BE THE CULMINATION OF THEIR ROMANCE, AND IT EXCEEDED HIS WILDEST EXPECTATIONS
The anticipation of her arrival was almost unbearable. I had prepared the apartment thoroughly. The candles were lit, the incense burning. The stereo played softly in the background. I lit a cigarette and sat nervously, waiting. My mind was abuzz with a million thoughts, but they all blurred together. I had dreamed of this night for so long, and could envision every detail, but now that it was here I could do nothing but let it happen.
Finally I heard her soft rap at the door. I sprang up with one fluid motion and flew toward the entranceway. Opening the door slowly, trying to conceal my eagerness, I saw her. JoAnne—a heavenly vision that was quite breathtaking.
We made eye contact as I ushered her in. Her eyes were a piercing electric blue. I glanced down at the rest of her, enjoying the sight of her feminine frame, knowing that she was watching me look at her beauty. I complimented her on the outfit she was wearing, and she thanked me. We smiled at each other a little nervously, and she looked down shyly as she walked by me. I was intoxicated by her scent. I helped her off with her jacket and offered her a seat on the couch, then went to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses. I sat next to her on the couch and poured the wine. Our fingers touched as I passed her the glass. I felt the electric intensely between us, and her smile indicated that she had felt it too.
We sat back, relaxing into pleasant conversation and the enjoyment of each other’s company. She complimented me on my taste in music. I wondered what she was thinking. I was still feeling a little nervous, and I sensed that the same was true of her. After a while I reached out to stroke her arm softly, meaning to relax her and let her feel the gentleness I felt toward her. Our eyes met, and for an instant the world stopped spinning and time stood still.
I leaned in to kiss her softly. She received my lips hesitantly at first. I was content just to taste hers gently, until after a moment they parted to receive my tongue. A deep euphoria filled my body as I put my arms around her and pulled her closer. Her mouth tasted of wine, both the wine she had been drinking and the more intoxicating wine of her special sweetness.
The touch of her lingered on my lips as I drew back and stared into her eyes. Our shared desire was now evident, and I felt very excited, but at the same time more relaxed, knowing that she wanted me as I wanted her, and that there would be further intimacy to come.
But now there was no hurry. JoAnne kicked off her shoes and got more comfortable as I suggested we try some of the sweet culinary delight I had prepared for our enjoyment. Baking is one of my primary delights. I went to the kitchen again and returned with two slices of homemade cheesecake, but only one fork. Sitting next to her again, I sliced off a small bite with the fork and offered it to her. I reveled in the act of serving her this way, and she gracefully let me. Her lips wrapped around the fork very sensually. A small piece of cheesecake stuck to her upper lip, and I leaned in to kiss it off. After she swallowed the bite, she took the fork from me and served up a bit of the cake to me in turn. Then she put down the fork, took my face in her hands and leaned in to kiss my lips, sharing the sweetness that was still in my mouth.
Her obvious desire was getting to me now. Uncontrollable urges flooded my body. I wanted her—all of her. My skin tingled with excitement at the very touch of her body against mine. I could feel the electricity right through our clothes, but I was impatient to get out of those clothes and satisfy the hunger that had burned in me since we had first met. Searching her eyes as I stroked her hair and played with her ear, I knew that the slowly developing romance we had nurtured over the past few months had been leading inevitably to this moment.
The skin of her neck glistened in the flickering candlelight. Her erect nipples poked out the thin fabric of her blouse. I leaned in to taste that neck, giving it a gentle flick with my tongue, and she released a breathy moan in response. My hand gently caressed her jawline, then trailed down the surface of her skin until it reached the start of her cleavage. Her breathing grew slightly ragged. Raising my head, I again found her lips and felt her passion building further. My hand now cupped the soft mound of her breast, and I massaged her nipple through the blouse. She moved to press her body against mine, running her hands over my shoulders as we shared a long, deep, wet kiss. My tongue probed her mouth intently, and she nibbled it lightly with her teeth.
Casting reservations to the wind now, JoAnne began undoing the buttons on my shirt, and as she did I reached down to pull her blouse over her head. With a quick motion I reached around to unfasten her bra, then pulled the straps off her arms and let it drift to the floor. Her breasts were enticing, and I longed to feel their softness pressed against my chest. Gently, I laid her back on the couch and climbed on top of her, running my tongue teasingly across her nipples, then taking an entire nipple in my mouth and sucking it softly. She arched her back in pleasure. I knew she could feel my penis hardening as it pressed against her thigh, and I in turn could almost feel the warmth of her vagina radiating through her skirt.
The skirt came off easily as she helped me unzip it and pull it off her legs. The moistness of her excitement was visible on her panties. I anxiously anticipated the removal of this last article of clothing, and the pleasure of gazing at all of her. My hands ran lovingly up and down her thighs, stopping at the elastic of her panties, my fingers almost touching her vulva. I smiled down at her, enjoying the vision of her soft pale skin and the gentle curves of her womanhood. On impulse, I abandoned her thighs to run my hands passionately over her breasts, ribs, and stomach. They finally came to rest at her waistline, and she instinctively arched her hips to allow me to remove her panties. As I did, she began to loosen my belt and open my trousers. Then she sat upright in her full glory and helped me pull the trousers off each leg. She reached up to run her fingers through my chest hair, then gently grabbed the waistband of my boxers and began to pull them slowly downward, catching her breath softly as she released my now fully erect member.
After removing my shorts, JoAnne knelt down in front of me and spread my thighs apart, running her hands up from my knees to my groin. She leaned in to take my penis in her mouth, and I shuddered as I felt her hot breath on the tip. Her tongue followed, flicking and circling the head. I was throbbing with excitement, my breath quickening. I reached out to caress her head, playing with her hair as she continued to suck and stroke my engorged cock, lightly massaging my testicles with her fingers as she did. I couldn’t hold back an occasional moan as her lips slid up and down on me with just the right amount of pressure.
The pleasure was so intense that I feared losing control and ejaculating too soon. I reached down to stop her, and as she stood up in front of me I pulled her body close to mine and kissed her again. My penis rubbed against her pubic mound, and she took it in her hand and held it throbbing in her fingers. My lips found her nipples again, and my hand ran down her stomach until it reached her clitoris. I massaged it softly at first, then more firmly, enjoying her increasing moistness. We were both almost panting with excitement.
I wanted to taste her, and to give her the same pleasure she had given me. I sat her back down on the couch and knelt between her thighs. I spread her vaginal lips apart and began stroking them up and down. I grazed a finger across her clitoris, then placed two fingers on either side of it, and spread her pussy lips to expose it fully. Leaning in, I began massaging it with my tongue. JoAnne gave a soft cry of pleasure, her body writhing under my ministrations. Her love juices were a pleasan
t taste on my tongue. I moved my hands up to her breasts and gently tweaked her nipples as I continued to run my tongue up and down over her clitoris and inner labia. My heart sang as I felt her tense with excitement, and then she gave an even louder cry, her muscles contracting and relaxing spasmodically as she surrendered to her orgasm.
I knew she was satisfied for the moment, but I also knew there was more desire in her. I gazed lovingly into her eyes, and she smiled back, still breathless. I stood up and leaned over to kiss her lips, so she could enjoy the taste she had left in my mouth. Her body was glowing with passion and perspiration, and I longed to feel her warm moistness wrapped around me. My cock throbbed again with the thought. I took JoAnne by the hand and pulled her up, suggesting that we adjourn to the bedroom. I let her walk in front of me, so I could watch the poetry of her naked body as it moved. I grabbed her butt cheek and nibbled on her shoulder as we walked up the stairs. She laughed and ran up the rest of the stairs, with me chasing her. We ran into the bedroom and fell on the bed together, laughing.
We were lying side by side, facing each other, and the laughter died as we began exploring each other’s body. As much as I wanted her, I knew this was more than just a physical infatuation. Looking deep into her eyes, I told her how much I enjoyed being with her, and wanted to go on being with her. I could see in her eyes that she knew I was being honest with her, but her immediate response was light-hearted. She said I was lucky she had a soft spot for liars and fools, for I surely must be one or the other to be so captivated by her.
We smiled at each other, and then in response to her playfulness I rose with a sudden movement and straddled her body, mischievously tickling her ribs and armpits. JoAnne giggled and tried to tickle me back. And then, in a flash, the playfulness turned into uncontrollable passion. I bent down to kiss her face, my lips frantically traveling over her neck and jawline before finally rediscovering her waiting mouth. My tongue darted in, encircling hers, then probed the depths of her, trying to reach down her throat. JoAnne was as passionate as I was, gasping into my mouth, her body thrusting upward to rub against my crotch.
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