I've been a reader of
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stories for maybe five years now, but this is my first submittal. It's based in truth in that it is accurately describes the nature of my wife's and my relationship, though so far, the gift she gives me here is just a fantasy of mine. Maybe someday it will actually happen -- I like to imagine she would enjoy it! In the meantime, comments, suggestions and advice from you experienced writers out there would be appreciated -- I do have some other story ideas rumbling around in my head. Everyone in this story is well over the age of eighteen.
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Earlier this week, my wife Kaci and I celebrated our fourteenth wedding anniversary. Kaci woke up to a big vase of two dozen long-stemmed red roses I had left on the kitchen counter before I turned in; she promptly put out a fun pillow she had gotten for me (it says "fall in love" and now lives on our bed), we exchanged cards, and then she headed downstairs to start her day of covid era on-line teaching. Before her lunch break I set out another present for her -- a painting by a local artist she knows and likes -- and I think she really appreciated it.
"Oh, Honey, these flowers are so gorgeous, and I love this wonderful painting. Let's hang it in our bedroom -- the colors will be perfect on the blue wall, and I'll see it every morning when I get up. I only have this pillow for you today ..."
I sort of interrupted her when I suggested, "Well .... I can think of an 'experiential present' you could give me when you find some free time in the next few days that I would really enjoy -- it wouldn't even cost money!"
"Oh, My God. You are incorrigible. Whatever!" I expect she understood exactly what I meant, as I bring it up probably more frequently than I should, and her vocal inflection suggested she might have been thinking something like 'geez, this again?' But with lunch over, she gave me a quick and loving kiss and went back to her teaching duties, which kept her busy all afternoon. I cooked a great dinner that evening, we watched a little tv, then went to bed, where we enjoyed some very nice, though relatively normal, anniversary sex before dropping off to sleep.
At this point, a little background may be helpful. This is a second marriage for both of us -- we're on the back side of middle-aged, and we've been together nearly 20 years in total. We each brought three kids -- mostly in their teens - to our marriage, all of whom get along really well, and they've all made it through college, are gainfully employed and out of the house, so we have an empty nest to play in. We both have normal advanced-middle-age bodies -- a few extra waistline pounds, but not too bad. And Kaci has some really terrific curves just above and below that waist that I love to admire and caress! We both enjoy our jobs, or in my case, enjoyed, since I'm recently retired so now have time on my hands to write stories like this. We like travel, walks with the dog, Friday night movies on television ..... we're a lot alike in many ways, we treasure our found life together and are looking forward to enjoying many years to come.
Of course, there are some differences in the way we approach things, and the biggest one is that I generally pay more attention to sexual matters than she does. Don't get me wrong, she's not against sex, she actually loves it when it happens and she cums easily and quickly. In fact, on more than one occasion after some fun in bed, she has asked, in a somewhat rhetorical tone of voice, "So, why is it we don't do that every day?"
It's just that in our daily lives, it doesn't occur to her to think about sex nearly as much as I do. My view is that since we didn't find our "true loves" until we were in our 40s, and our sex lives with our original spouses, when we were supposedly in our sexual primes, were both sort of "ehh" kinds of experiences, we should take all the opportunities we can find to do a lot of catching up in this area. There's no reason for us to just settle for traditional middle-aged sex once a weekend and perhaps once during the week; rather, we ought to have some fun with it, fairly frequently in my view, and perhaps explore a few of our fantasies while we still can. She responds that frequent sex is fine with her so long as it doesn't interfere with sleep -- she does appreciate her sleep and usually goes to bed quite early (but she rises early as well) - and that, well, she just doesn't really have any sexual fantasies. Her brain isn't wired that way, and they simply don't occur to her.
She knows I do, however, and since she loves me, she does try and do what she can, within reason as she sees it, to be supportive. And, in fairness, I have to say she's been pretty good. She knows I read
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stories, and doesn't complain, though she has expressed no interest in doing so herself and doesn't want that practice to absorb all my time. She likes it when I use on her some of the toys I've bought to enhance our bedtime experience, and occasionally she'll even use a few of them on me. I enjoy the feeling of just being naked around the house, especially in our backyard pool where I nearly always swim fabric-free, and she's become comfortable with that, so long as the neighbors or boaters going up the river that runs by our yard don't see me, but she certainly doesn't do it herself. As oldest siblings, we're both type A people who are habitually used to getting our way and being "in control", but she accepts that one of my fantasies is to sometimes have that control taken away from me in experiences related to sex or my body. From time to time -- though not as frequently as I would like -- she'll accommodate my desire to, say, be tied to the bedposts and played with. She actually let me pre-attach some satin ropes and velcro cuffs to the bed frame, which are usually hidden under the mattress, so they can be instantly available if she is ever inspired to play. So that's the "experiential gift" she knew I was suggesting -- a session of being stripped naked, tied to the bed, then teased, tantalized and tortured in whatever ways she might desire.
The rest of the week passed normally, and now it's Saturday afternoon. As we finish cleaning up after lunch, Kaci smiles a particularly seductive smile she carries around in her quiver of relationship tools and slyly offers, "Oh Honey? I do actually have another anniversary present for you. Would you like it now?"
"There's another one? I'm always ready for a present. Where is it?" I respond, wondering, perhaps hoping, just what she might be thinking of.
"Well, you'll see in a moment. But first you should know that I'm a bit irritated with you!"