You see a chair. A wine red leather club chair with a comfortable ottoman to go with it. The leather old and somewhat faded. That look of old comfortable leather. You see a chair, a chair to read a book, sip a coffee, or cuddle up in and take a nap.
I see something different. I see a memory, a memory of a night of passion and pleasure. I see myself sitting in that chair like a captain of a boat, gazing out over the vast seas. I look out at the course that has been charted for the night. My red heels and white jeans lay about the floor in front of me. My thong and top not too far in another direction. The course of my husband's hunger for me.
How that course lead to here? A date night, just us, no kids or talk of bills. No talk of job stress. On this night we went out as two people in love, dating. Excited for where the night may lead.
I purposely wore my white jeans as I know what they do to this man. He swears I am the hottest milf in town, I roll my eyes and laugh it him. He does not understand how I don't get that I am desirable. He thinks every guy in town would have me if they could. I think he is nuts. I have never seen myself as a sexual attraction. He sees me as his fantasy every night.
But this night I know I looked good. I looked myself over in the mirror. My smile and long brown hair, a pretty good start. And as I looked my body over I can't help thinking maybe he is right. My breast though not what they used to be after two kids and forty years of living still look good. My ass, always my best asset look real good in these jeans. Add in my toned arms and legs from my daily squat and push-up routine, and well hell I do look good, and sexy.
That charted course of a date, coupled with all night flirting with each other. I rubbing my hand along his inner leg as he drove. He grabbing my ass as I walked, or rubbing a finger along the small of my back. It has lead us to this.
We pulled into our driveway and got out of the car. My husband grabbing me and thrusting me against the car. Quickly his lips were on mine as we make out in front of our suburban home. I manage to break our kiss and I can see his eyes. Lust is in them like a storm brewing on the horizon. I feel myself getting damp within my groin. Knowing he wants me this bad.
We walked up to the door as I fumbled with the keys. He stands behind me and starts to unbutton my pants. I slap at his hand and finally get the key in the door. We fall into the entry way and he was on me. Kissing my neck and whispering into my ear telling me how badly he needed me. Need I love that word. Like I am a cure to his disease. Not a want but a need. That if he doesn't have me soon he won't survive another day. I envy him sometimes. To be able to be that passionate about someone.
As he kisses me and whispers his sweet nothings, I am getting a familiar tingling within myself. God I do enjoy his desire. I took control and pushed him against the door undoing his buckle and dropping his pants. He pulled his shirt of as I kneeled before him to take off his pants and shoes.
I looked up, I knew what he wanted, his face said it all. I grabbed at his manhood and smiled up at him. I then put him in my mouth and listened to his cries of ecstasy. He loves when I give him head.
