CatBath (not bi like 99% of my stories)
In all our years my wife, Yen, rarely gets turned on. I mean, not REALLY turned on. Sure she can be in the mood. But for her that usually means in the mood to be close, in the mood to have me appreciate her body. And once in a while she even has an orgasm if she works hard enough, though she never has a need to pursue one unless I've warmed her up first. Even then she's more concerned about my pleasure than hers. It's like she can take it or leave it.
I just chalked it up to men and women having different libidinous needs.
Then one week we were both off work but lounging around the house with no stress. She made herself more available to me and I was feeling eternally grateful.
On one of those staycation days I was laying on top of her back, rubbing my hard cock between her ass cheeks. I don't have any illusions she will ever let me fuck her ass and she shuts down the conversation any time I hint at it.
After all these years I yearn for anything to do with her starfish. And though I've mostly given up trying too directly, I do bring it into our play whenever I can in whatever small way.
Sometimes when we're doing it doggy style if I need a little more stimulation I'll ask to touch it. I know better than to not ask. Every once in a while she'll grant my request.
Before she can change her mind I'll run my finger around the ring, testing the waters. Then if all goes well I'll press my thumb on it as I plow her pussy. It never fails to bring me off quickly. It's the quickness that motivates her to give in to my needs.
It hurts me that she wants our sex to be over so much that she'll do what she finds objectionable just to end our session. But then again, women and men are different.
The first time she allowed me to do more was when we'd had a long relaxing day at the pool, and she'd been thoroughly chlorine-water cleaned.
It was a tremendously erotic forbidden taste. At first I didn't believe it. We were in bed in the hotel and she'd rolled over onto her tummy. Lifting her derriere into the air soft words came meekly, "Do anything you want."
I was confused. Was she offering cunnilingus, or anilingus, or actual buttfucking? I took a chance and licked that wrinkly winker. She allowed me my kink. If she were offering anal this would be a prelude.
Engaging with her asshole I was in ecstasy. The earthy taste. The rubbery texture. The potential for more.
But it was short lived. She turned back over, "Come in me now." So we finished in missionary. I dared not kiss her lips with mine being soiled as she would see it. It was years before I had the opportunity again.
But back to the present story: She understands my need for variety and this frottage is one of our activities that she permits when her pussy is not in the mood but she's still desiring to be a part of my passion. I'll rub between her cheeks and when I cum it'll shoot up her spine. Then I'll wipe her clean quickly before she can complain too much about the puddle or the slickness I've left in her furrow.
My urges were growing stronger than normal as I humped and grunted, kissing her neck. I love to kiss her neck and she enjoys it mildly: the tenderness of it.
The act carries me away until I allow my lips to open tentatively, leaving a spot of wetness as I lightly nibble too. She normally asks me to dry her off and we keep sex rags available for that, and the later mess too.