"Bend over, pull up your skirt."
After 25 years of marriage it's hard to figure out the erotic. Even if you still like each other.
When Sharon and I started dating everything seemed to be on the table. Pretty much anything I asked, she tried.
I loved getting her totally naked, just looking at her.
"Why do you like this so much? I don't know what you want me to do."
"I'm a guy, I like naked. And I particularly like you naked." She'd shrug and stand there –not with a particularly sexy stance– while I jerked off, with a somewhat bemused look. That was OK with me. I loved her slightly droopy big breasts, her wide, round derriere, and her thick patch of bush between her legs. Perfect, live, sexy wanking fodder. Yes, eventually she'd lie down next to me and I'd make her come to before we did the old PIV.
Leaning her over the couch arm, I'll tug down her pants, feeling and licking her ass. She'd bleat a little, or maybe moan a half hearted, reluctant "no" while trying to cover up, but in the end I'd get a dab in.
Once, on a weekend away, we stopped for lunch at a diner. Afterwards, before we drove out of the parking lot, I said we ought to fuck.
"Here?! Where? We can't exactly get naked in the back of the car."
"You're wearing a skirt. Slide onto my lap."
"No! No way," she cried. "People will see!"
"They will not, your skirt will cover us up. Now get over here and let me get empty this hard on inside of you."
Like I say, ultimately back then Sharon was game. She hesitantly scrambled over, facing the windshield and getting tangled up in the steering wheel. I reached up her loose dress, moved her panties aside and slipped it in and started feeling her up. She was slow, unsure at first, but boy was her cooch tight. And wet. Super wet. Let me tell you, she came as hard as she ever came, and all these years later, she'll still blurt out every once in a while "Remember that time we did it in the car?" That usually meant that she was ready to romp that minute. Not that I could ever get her to do it in the car again.
The really surprising thing to me was that she didn't seem to mind that I was into porn, unlike every other woman I'd dated.
"We all have our dark sides Ronnie." I'm not sure what she thought was dark about my jerking it to naked women fucking their hearts out, but to each her own.
So I'd messenger over a book of dirty illustrations from the middle ages or something (softer than I got off too, but just right for her delicate, feminist sensibilties), and that night we'd have a wonderful array of sexing in every position she could think of, and then some. Sharon didn't like my admiration of naked photography so much over the years, but her initial openness was a good signal to me about who we could be together.
During our enduring marriage, we'd already tried most of the things that turn us both on and we'd already settled the issues of what didn't really work for one or the other of us. We risked the rejection of telling each other (some of) our fantasies and come hard to the ones that had been accepted. We fucked like bunnies before kids, and now that they're out of the house and have all the privacy in the world we're a little too tired and depleted to be the acrobats you used to be.
But, we still love each other and totally want the joys of sexy coupling. What to do?
In my case, I was determined to move past the past. No doubt I was more randy than my wife, who was always struggling to get past the inhibitions instilled by a trying childhood. She could be good, giving and game whenever I asked for something, but I was just as sensitive when she felt she couldn't comply with a kinky request. Maybe too sensitive to her hesitations. But I was committed to restarting our libidos.
During our last talk about our stilted sex life Sharon and I agreed something had to be done. We wanted the same things –to be loved, coveted, aroused, and fucked– and new we'd have to work on a plan. We tentatively agreed we needed to schedule things–that sounded oh so not sexy, but it worked out well in the end– and Sharon came to terms that she would be more open to some new things, even if she had to drink a little wine occasionally to get there. And so it began.
What did I want? You mean, besides everything? Well almost. Most of my requests were run of the mill kinks. I would have liked it if she had a crazy request here and there, but I was resigned to that not happening and that I'd have to be the first mover. OK, but how was she going to react after being so vanilla all these years? I decided it was up to me to make sure she didn't have a chance to back out. It was that simple.
At first, we took it easy. She loved her skin being rubbed so a back massage often became a prelude to the main event. For our "dates" I tried to mix it up. Sometimes, we'd make out in the living room and lose our clothes on the way to bed. Or, I'd insist that she get naked for me and start rubbing her pussy while I watched. She was super shy about it, but slowly she got comfortable coming in front of me rather than beside me.
All good, our engines were getting back up to speed. It was time for the next level.
"Why do you want me to do that?"
I'd just asked Sharon to bend over.
"I like your ass, I want to see it."
"You know too well that it's big and fat. And my granny pants make it look even bigger."
"Do it Sharon, turn around hike up your skirt." She played along. "Nice. Now, down with your pants. Slowly. Bend over. "
"Ronnie! It's embarrassing," she said.
"You have such a nice crack, you don't need to be ashamed of it. I want to see it." She started to wrench them down.
"See, it's a beautiful crack."
"Don't say that!" She started pulling them up. "Stop it!"
"You stop! I'm going to look at your ass as long as I want, and then I'm going to fuck your furry pussy -hard!– from behind."
"Don't. That's dirty."
"Your hairy, fuzzy pussy? That's dirty? Not to me. It's sexy."
"You're terrible."
"Stand still missy. Let me luxuriate in your terrible, naked buns."
Sharon froze, with half her rear end uncovered, her tail sticking out as lasciviously as an uptight woman could. But I think I spotted her cheeks starting to quiver just a little bit.
"Do you know I can smell your sex from here?" A low moan told me she could sniff it too. "You like that, don't you? I can smell how much... You love that I'm going to plow into you when you can't see me? That my dick is hard just looking at your trembling ass?" I moved toward her and loudly unzipped my pants, exposing my erection. "Spread your ass for me baby."
"Oh God. Please Ronnie. Just stick it in and fuck me. I'll like that, I'll spread my cunt lips wide open and you can fuck me really deep."
My inhaling of her sex scent was loud enough that she quitely moaned "stop" again. But she opened even more and pushed that ass back against me.
"Please, fuck me. Deeper. Ohhhh." She was really shoving back, almost losing balance. "You can look at my crack all you want if you'll just fuck my smelly pussy even harder. I like your hard dick in my cunt so much. Harder!" Her pussy was seeping. "I can feel you cock up to my throat, oh God, it feels so big. Make me cum Ronnie! Shoot your sticky cum up inside me!! Fuck my fucking fucked cunt!!"
Her whole body started quaking, almost uncontrollably. Her cries were ear splitting, she came and came and came again, and when I was done our juices were running down her legs. She was smiling as she rubbed them into her skin.
