Bill & Claire's Late Awakening
Bill watched his wife carefully putting on her make-up and felt so much love. Claire, even at fifty-three, had retained her natural beauty despite the advancing years and although she had filled out a little after two children, she still retained a voluptuousness and beauty he rarely saw in other women her age. Her braless breasts filled her white halter-neck dress and they pushed at the fabric as she moved around. As she bent to pick up her bag, his eyes rested on her magnificently shapely bottom which was enhanced by the way the thin fabric of the dress clung to her. He could just about see the outline of her knickers through the thin material. He definitely thought this one of her outstanding features and had sometimes caught guys eyeing her derriere when they were out. Bill didn't mind, he was proud of her. This wasn't always the case however. Years ago, he would have been jealous of guys ogling his wife. After all their years together he was confident in himself and Claire.
After thirty years together, having met as teenagers, learned about each other as they went through life, he was proud that she had been such a faithful and devoted wife and mother. They had only ever been with each other and had no knowledge or experience with anyone else, apart from teenage fumblings from before they met. Her outfit was completed as he eyed her shapely legs in her white strappy sandals. Bill noticed she wore her brown, shoulder length hair down tonight. She often liked to wear it back off her face when it was warm, as it was this evening, but tonight she'd washed and styled it and it had a wonderful sheen to it. Her sun-kissed brown shoulders were a beautiful contrast to her white sundress. He thought she'd never looked lovelier. This was the third night of their week's holiday in this classy resort and they were nicely relaxed and happy.
Claire picked up her bag and turned to face her husband, catching him looking at her. She smiled and her dark brown eyes sparkled in the glow of the hotel suite lighting. After the years together she almost knew what he was thinking. She gave him that look that said, 'not now, naughty boy.' A look that he had grown well used to over the years.
She loved her husband and loved the way he dressed to impress her when they went out. He was wearing a crisp white cotton shirt and chinos. His greying hair was cut short and his green eyes sparkled. She was very happy with Bill and they had a lot of fun together. In the last few years, they found that they communicated much more, talking honestly about all aspects of their lives together. They had begun to discuss their sex life in the last few years, being more open and honest about what they wanted from it. Having been together so long, neither wanted things to slide into oblivion. They both loved sex and loved each other. The frequency was less than before, but the quality was still there. They wanted to maintain that. This had mainly come about because of an incident which happened a couple of years previously, as their sex life had become virtually non-existent for a while. Bill worked long hours as a self-employed web designer and Claire was manager of a large and busy women's clothing store.
Late one evening, they had begun a drunken conversation about sex and it had ended in a row. Bill had accused her of not caring about him and she had responded by accusing him of being mechanical in bed. It ended with Claire storming off to bed. They had both upset each other and both were very remorseful. They made it up the next day and that evening, without the drink, they had a serious discussion.
Claire wanted Bill to be a bit more adventurous.
'Why do we always have to go to bed to make love?' she asked him.
He was taken aback by this and considered it for a moment.
'I thought you preferred it in bed.' he replied.
'Not every time. Not once a week, probably on Saturday after a few drinks.' she countered. 'What about on the sofa, even the dining table. The kitchen?'
He looked at his wife with his mouth open. Not only that, but he was getting an erection as she talked with passion.
'OK. I understand. But I have a problem too.' said Bill. She was looking at him intently.
'What?' she asked.
'You don't take the lead very much. You don't tease and seduce me.' he said, before he could stop himself.
'But I thought you liked to dominate. I thought you liked to be in charge and me to be submissive.' she responded.
'Well, the point is, we've never really discussed it. Have we?'
They both realised that they had needs they hadn't talked about, despite all their years together.
They were silent for some time before Bill spoke.
'Do you ever fantasise?' he asked her.
'Yes. It's necessary sometimes to make it work.'
Bill was shocked at this. 'What sort of fantasies?'
'Well. It's mostly scenarios. Nights out with people, things that could happen. Places where I'd like to make love. Even where I could take the initiative, actually. I'd like to be outrageous and daring in my fantasy.'
'How do you mean?' asked Bill.
'Having sex outside where we might be seen? Exposing myself, flashing, skinny dipping, that sort of thing. But it's only a fantasy, I couldn't actually do it.' she said, laughing.
In truth, Claire had many fantasies. It usually involved her husband with different scenarios, such as making love outside where they could be seen. Sometimes she fantasised that they were watched by 'her man.' Her man was a tall, fair-haired stranger whom she'd never met. However, she had a picture in her mind. He'd be a classy professional such as a lawyer or doctor. He'd catch Claire making love to her husband and watch them. She would know he was there and look up at him. Instead of the panic and embarrassment she was sure would take over her in reality, their eyes would meet and she'd watch him, slowly taking off his clothes and playing with his hard penis.
Sometimes in her fantasy, 'her man' would make himself cum, shooting his juices all over his stomach. This made Claire very horny and she'd ride Bill hard. The truth was though, that she wanted him to take her from behind after she'd finished with Bill. But she could never get to that bit of the fantasy because she firstly couldn't imagine what it would be like, and secondly she felt guilty imagining it.
The following evening, Claire prepared a special dinner for Bill when he returned home from work quite late. She'd dressed provocatively in a low cut wrap around dress which enhanced all the features Bill loved. Her ample breasts were on show, and the sight of her thigh as she crossed her legs during the pre-dinner drink made Bill shift in his chair. Over dinner, they talked about their day, talking about people they worked with and what they'd been doing. At one point, when Bill had been droning on about some project he'd been trying to get on top of, Claire slid off a shoe under the table and pushed her foot between Bill's legs and felt his cock. He stopped talking. Looking at her, a smile came across his face. For several minutes she continued to massage his rising cock.
Without another word and his cock still rising up in his pants Bill stood and began clearing the plates away. Claire watched him, thinking she'd done something wrong. Bill returned from the kitchen, offering her his hand she stood. With almost a single movement he pulled open her dress and lifted her onto the table. She was wearing his favourite underwear, a red lacy set of bra and knickers which left very little to the imagination. Her breasts were falling out of the pushup bra. He helped them out with his hands and began sucking on the already hard nipples. Claire moaned loudly at this.
One of her fantasies was coming true. She had carefully selected her outfit for maximum response and it didn't disappoint. She had thought of not wearing knickers, and walking around knickerless was one of her fantasies for flashing, but when it came to sex, Claire was a girl who liked her man to take them off her. This Bill did, roughly pulling them down and throwing them aside. His eyes were now on her and she laid back on her elbows and watched as Bill ripped off his shirt and trousers. He was naked in a matter of seconds as he pulled off his boxers, his already rock hard cock springing free. She smiled at him and laid back. Bill bent to push his face between her legs.
She held his head.
