I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but my wife had made it clear what she wanted. Now that our kid was at college, she wanted not just more sex, but different sex. No longer did she want us to fuck quietly and politely so we didn't disturb our sweet daughter, but she wanted me to take her - as often and with as much authority as I could.
It was difficult at first to understand exactly what she needed, so she finally resorted to finding some "materials" for us to watch on the subject. She pointed out how the submissive women in the videos she showed me were not just enjoying the pleasure of the physical acts, but it was like you could see the lights going on behind their eyes. And you could see the men trigger off the women's excitement. My wife's enthusiasm excited me, in turn, and so I agreed so long as we had a safe word and she agreed not to divorce me right away if this didn't work.
"Candi..."
I nudged her limp shoulder that first morning but she didn't budge from her slumber.
"Candi...." I shook her again, but nothing could wake her.
"Candi!"
I put some bark into my voice and, at last, she rolled her sweet face toward me and her big eyes parted.
"Yes?" She asked, blinking her brown doe-eyes into consciousness.
"I need your mouth. I need your lips," I told her.
I was standing next to her side of the bed, limp cock hanging just six inches from where she lay. For a moment, she looked up at me with a puzzled look, but then, she smiled. She recognized what had begun and she liked it.