Ginger and I have been married for almost 25 years now, but have lived together for over 30, what can I say? -- it took a while for us to decide to be married folk when we were young.
For the most part we have had a fairly decent sex life. She has always been a bit timid and shy in the bedroom and has never had an overly stimulated imagination when it comes to variety, nor for initiation for that matter. In fact, all the "out-of-the-box" sex matters were always left to me and to my imagination throughout the years. As you can imagine this can get frustrating from time to time and has caused a bit of tension in the marriage over the years. Don't get me wrong, she does love to have sex and I honestly believe that she craves it; however, she is much too reserved to give in and just letting herself go.
By doing the math you can figure we are in our 50's at this point and are lucky enough to have had very successful careers and have raised two great children along the way.
When I met Ginger, I can honestly say she was the most gorgeous women I had ever seen from that day prior. A young college athlete with a beautiful, SOLID body and the most symmetrically featured face I have yet to see. Her long, thick, shiny brown hair was perfectly maintained. She had long, deep tanned legs that seemed to stretch forever, only to meet a wonderfully rounded ass that could draw your eyes in from a mile away. Her breasts were ample B-C cups with a slight push outward toward the sides, that when presented correctly offered a wonderful "side-boob" shot. Her nipples were thicker than most I had seen to that point in my life and were roughly the size of the cap to a Chapstick, yet they protruded a bit longer than that when aroused -- they were/are absolutely amazing.
In the many years that have passed and the thousands of friends and acquaintances we have been through, I can still say, even as a 50-year-old woman, Ginger is still the best looking with by far, the best body around. She gets all the attention (and eyes) from the young men wherever we go which drives the other wives raving mad.
Needless to say, Ginger had me beat in the "looks" department from day one; however, I wouldn't necessarily consider myself unattractive. Growing up on a small farm in Texas, doing the everyday necessary chores, made it easy to become very strong at a young age. I was certainly defined as a young man. The years have of course added weight; however, it seems the moms and ladies in the neighborhood like a nice dad-bod and many of them are not afraid to express it. I do take great pride in the way I dress, and I am extremely anal around being groomed and kept. I like things to be very much in order which includes myself - from my shoes to my hair.
Many would consider me the life of the party, the first to arrive and the last to leave. I have made a great living at having the gift of gab and have always been able to speak to anyone at any time about anything. ESPECIALLY THE LADIES!
This story takes place at the beginning of our time of reacquainting ourselves again and doing the things we had postponed for years because of the everyday responsibilities that come along with life. With the children being gone and us now trying to live for each other.
The days had been adding up and the stresses of life piling on were causing Ginger and I to fight on a regular basis. The subjects were irrelevant and probably the same among every married couple, but they seemed to be getting more intense. Something had to be done!
I took it upon myself to book a beautiful 5000 square foot house on a nearby lake for just the two of us to spend a few nights. Of course, in my mind it would be a few nights of round the clock sex and me pushing boundaries to see how far I could get this time. I feared I would build this thing up so high, that it would ultimately lead to disaster yet again.
I called Ginger on the phone and told her we needed to get away for the weekend, to pack her lingerie, her sexiest nightgowns, and get ready for a couple of days of wild passion. I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was excited to go away for a few days and the idea of going somewhere to relax and get away; however, I also got the sense she wasn't all that excited about the sex and the expectations that were to come with it. I could feel the tension already building before we even left.
I did my very best to make it as romantic and as pleasant an evening as possible, I surprised her with flowers and the chocolate candies she loves so much. I took her to an outstanding dinner and listened to her tell me about her issues and problems without interruptions or comparisons all evening. I made sure to compliment her on the way she looked (which wasn't hard because she was ravishing) and offered slight sexual innuendos as we spoke. Like a gentleman would do, I waited for her to tell me it was time to leave so that she felt no pressure about the night.
Upon arriving to the lake house, the first thing she noticed was the large massage table I had special ordered to be set up over-looking the lake, surrounded by rose petals, with soft candle's ready to light around the table. There was the sound of soft jazz coming from the built-in sound system of the huge house.
I asked her if I could refreshen her drink while I show you to our bedroom and you get ready for your massage. She smiled sort of devilishly and said only "please sir".
As I heard her start her shower, I rushed to another bathroom to quickly have mine, just a quick rinse and soap in the right places. I scrambled to the suitcase and retrieved our well-stocked and carefully selected toy box and rushed downstairs to get the situation ready. I lit the candles, made a bucket of ice and setups at the ready.
As I returned upstairs to her shower, I presented her with her new drink of choice, freshly made. I asked her to meet me downstairs when she was done and that her masseuse, Maximus would happily great her. Maximus was a handy nickname we had for her imaginary lover when I wasn't around.
Ginger gave me a quick giggle and said "tell Maximus, I'm feeling tipsy tonight" ..... Alright! I thought to myself.
As I sat downstairs waiting on her to come down, the scenery of the entire situation and what was about to happen had me instantly aroused. I could feel my cock pushing the inside of my cotton briefs to its breaking point. Even though my cock has never been accused of being overly long, its girth was more than ample and seemed to please. A solid 6.5-7 inches in length, but a good 2.5" in thickness. I could feel the strain throughout my cock and each time I tightened the muscle it seemed as if my balls were screaming to release my load. After a few minutes of this, I could no longer take it. I slowly pulled my cock from my underwear and began massaging it in long slow strokes from the base to the tip. Holding my cock overhanded, with my thumb and forefinger closest to the base making a tunnel with the rest of my fingers. Gripping it tight but pulling on it as if to make it longer, or to milk it.
I let my imagination run wild, I could see Ginger in front of me, down on her knees with her face planted in the bed. Her ass in the air and her back arched as if to say "please stick your cock in my ass", pulling her ass cheeks apart and telling me to come all over her wet pussy. The sight of her wanting this from me made me explode immediately. I shot my hot cream all over the edge of massage table.
Although, I was a little disappointed in myself, surprisingly, I felt much better and as if the entire stress of the night had dissipated and I quickly convinced myself in blowing that first load I would be able to take my time and slowly address her needs. I had calmed the animal down and now could relax and methodically tackle the night.
I made another double bourbon on the rocks and sat down on the overly sized leather sofa, looked out through the full glass window wall onto the night lake and listened to the jazz and waited.
After what felt like hours, I heard the door to the upstairs bedroom open, I stayed seated as not to appear anxious. I see her walking down the stairs in a pearl white, pure silk night-gown. I can see that she is wearing high-heeled shoes that laced upward over her ankle. Those beautiful strong nipples standing out like beacons, causing a huge ripple in the silk. The upside-down "V" from each nipple reached all the way to the bottom of the gown. This was no girl coming down the stairs, this was all woman, experienced and fucking stunning.
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she asked if I approved, I approached her in a slow methodical way, reached in with my left hand, found my way past her hair to the back of her neck, I grabbed it firmly and pulled her in for a kiss. I slipped my tongue slowly past her lips with just enough force to let her know she was mine and that she had me stark raving crazy with desire. Her smell was terrific and drove my senses even further in a rage. I could feel my prick jump back to life as if our little time together never happened.
After our kiss, I made it perfectly clear how absolutely stunning she was, and how she still turns me on -- even more than when we were in our twenties. I carefully invited her to finish our drinks together before her massage.