She liked to be in control and wanted to be able to see where they were going, or so she told him, so she was pleased when he let her ride on the front saddle. The front saddle was altogether nicer than the back one. It was a thin racing saddle with a smoothly pointed end canted slightly upwards which made pleasurable contact with her crotch which was further enhanced by the pedaling action of her legs. They were out for their usual Sunday afternoon spin with the cycling club on their touring tandem.
He enjoyed it when she rode in front, he liked to look at her undulating bum as her long elegant athletic legs turned the pedals. Her Lycra cycling clothes were not very sexy and he reflected how much nicer it would be if she was wearing the special underwear, the sexy lingerie, she wore just for him; the half cup bra, the French knickers, the stockings and suspenders and the high heeled shoes; the pedals would have to be specially adapted of course. How nice for the male members of the pelaton if all the ladies were dressed in a similar manner instead of being strapped in their tight fitting Lycra chastity belts. It would be so nice to see all those bums and tits bobbing up and down in synchronism with their pedaling. When she leaned forward in the racing position and got out of the saddle he was conscious of being very close to her vagina.
When she leaned forward over the handlebars and stood up on the pedals it was exactly the posture she sometimes adopted for sexual intercourse. He liked to enter her from behind as she knelt on the bed or sometimes on the sitting room floor supporting herself on her hands, or lying over the arm of a chair so that he could stand behind her and fuck her. She reflected that it would be more accurate to call it the fucking position rather than the racing position.
She wanted him to fuck her now while all the cycling club members watched them. If she was naked with her arse stuck up in the air and her cunt wide open right in front of his eyes he wouldn't be able to resist her. He never could, even after twenty-five years he still enjoyed fucking her and never experienced the slightest difficulty producing an erection whenever it was required. None of them would be able to resist her, she could easily bring them all to attention; she was definitely still very fuckable. Yes at forty-seven she was still an extremely attractive woman and she knew exactly how to read the signals when talking to other men. Their small talk might be commonplace pleasantries but their eyes often spoke of a different agenda.
She was realistic enough to know that her main attraction was that she was a tried and tested reliable model with quite a high mileage behind her, unlikely to breakdown unexpectedly and not requiring any special attention after a long ride. She was also aware that in an emergency a man would ride any serviceable model. But she still relished the unmistakable stirrings of lust she aroused while leaving them entirely disappointed.
As many men imagined, but only he knew, she looked absolutely magnificent when stripped down for servicing. Laid out on the workbench with all her accessories removed and with her legs splayed out wide apart so that he could examine her vital parts. It was necessary to shave off all her pubic hair to be able to closely observe the delicate moist folds of flesh, to gently tease them apart so that the pale pink juicy fleshy peach-like interior was fully revealed; that beautiful, desirable seething vortex of all his concentrated lust. A beautiful woman in a state of total sexual arousal; surely the most glorious thing in the whole world for a hetero-sexual man..
He often thought about his wife's sexual orifice, indeed it sometimes seemed he rarely thought of anything else. And sometimes he considered the various ways of naming it; vulva, clitoris and vagina, too medical and clinical; pussy, cosy and intimate and appropriate when covered in pubic hair; pubis, too gynaecological again; pudenda, rather elegant and discrete, goddesses would have pudendas; fanny, twat, and slit, very vulgar. But cunt was the only appropriate word to associate with hot sweaty fucking. Not for the first time he reflected on how uncomfortable it was to have a fierce erection restrained by tight Lycra cycling shorts; so much nicer to be naked.
