At forty-eight years old, I entered the empty nest phase of my life. My wife Stephanie and I have two kids, both boys, and when the youngest left in August for his freshman year at the state university, Steph and I shared a conflicting set of emotions. On the one hand, we were melancholy, as so much of the last twenty plus years had been wrapped up in raising children. On the other hand, we were looking forward to the freedom that not having a band practice or soccer game or parent-teacher conference to go to would bring. Steph was especially excited about the opportunity to travel on our own. I was eager to branch out in the kitchen. I love to cook and the prospect of not having the kids turn up their noses at anything that wasn't a taco, pasta or burger was very appealing.
As we drove the hour back home from the hell of moving a newly minted college student into a dorm, we talked about what might change for us. "Rob, we really need to make a list of where we want to travel for the next five years," Steph said. "I want to go to Barcelona, Rome and Paris for sure. And South America intrigues me."
"Ireland, the Greek Islands and New Zealand are all on my list," I countered. "So, I guess we have some prioritizing to do."
"You've had the chance to travel internationally for work," Steph pointed out. "I should get first choice." She was right, I'd done a fair amount of travel during my sales career. Work travel isn't leisure travel though. It was a point I considered making, but starting an argument in the first hour of a new phase in our life didn't seem like the smart move.
"Ok," I said. "I'm sure we can come up with a list we are both excited about."
We fell silent for a while, and Steph was staring out the window at the passing countryside. I glanced at her as I was driving and was struck, as I always am, by how pretty she was. Steph is forty-four but could easily pass for thirty-five. She's five foot six inches tall, and while bearing two children may have added a pound here and there, I still love the proportions of her body. She has a thirty-six inch bust, a slimmer waist than most women her age and a shapely backside. She has brown, shoulder-length hair and hazel eyes. As I processed her image, I began to ponder what other advantages there were to not having kids in the house. As my mind wandered, I began to fantasize about Steph's naked body. She trim's, but doesn't shave her pussy, and just thinking about her fuzzy lips protecting an engorged clit was enough of an image to make my cock fully erect. I have your average seven inch cock, but being stuffed in my shorts and constrained by the seat belt made my hard-on uncomfortable, and I had to shift in my seat.
Steph and I have always had a satisfying sex life. Nothing crazy, but adventurous enough that we both were satisfied and interested. We had done some light bondage, Steph had a number of different vibrators that made routine appearances, we weren't shy about different positions, etc. But with kids around it's always in the back of your mind that you have to keep the volume down, or the door locked, or make sure they are out of the house and not coming back.
"You know, without the boys around, I think we should spend more time naked," I said with a sly grin.
"You are impossible," Steph complained. "We were having a nice conversation about our future and you have to take it into the gutter. I'm really emotional about the boys both being out on their own. Can't you get through the day without thinking with your crotch?." Timing is everything, and mine was awful. We drove the last half hour in silence.
The next day was a Saturday, and Steph and I try to keep to a routine of a long morning walk on the weekends. It was a beautiful late August day. One of those days in the Midwest where the sky is clear and the humidity is inexplicably low. A bit on the cool side, you got a sense that fall was not far behind. We got up and had a quick cup of coffee. Steph just wears panties and a spaghetti strap silk top to bed, so she had thrown on a robe. I sleep in briefs, so I had already put on my athletic shorts. Steph finished her coffee first and went up to our bedroom to change. I finished mine, put the mugs in the dishwasher, and followed her up.
When I walked into the bedroom, Steph was standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror brushing her hair. I could see the reflection of her beautiful breasts seemingly staring back at me. Her nipples centered in half-dollar sized pink areolae. I couldn't see, but immediately began to imagine her pubis mons hidden below the countertop. Still feeling guilty about my miscue the day before, I walked up behind her, put my arms around her waist and gave her a hug. "Sorry for being a dirty old man yesterday," I said as I gave her a kiss on the back of the neck. "I'll try to control the "crotch-think" going forward." Steph laughed and ground her ass against the front of my shorts.
"Oh Rob, some crotch-think is okay," she said as she turned around. Grabbing my flaccid member through my shorts, Steph winked and said "I think with my crotch occasionally too."
My cock immediately started to harden. "Be careful Steph," I warned. "It's going to be pretty embarrassing if we head out on our walk and I have a tent in my shorts." But she started to slowly rub her hand up and down the length of my rapidly expanding tool.
"Hmmm," Steph murmured as she looked down at the obvious results of her ministrations. "Maybe we should make sure the tent pole goes down. Besides, no one is home to see." She gave me a quick kiss and dropped slowly to her knees, pulling my shorts and briefs down with her as she went. My cock sprang straight out in front of her face. Having not had sex for at least a couple of days, the circumcised head was already darkening to a purple hue. Steph began to jack me with one hand, and fondle my balls with the other.
My heart was starting to pound, and as I became more aroused it was getting difficult to stand. I leaned forward over Steph and put my hands on the countertop to brace myself. Looking down, I could watched Steph stare intently at my cock disappearing and reappearing through her hand as she stroked it a bit more vigorously. As she did, an initial drop of pre-cum started to form at the opening of my penis, testimony to the progress she was making. The drop grew and eventually became a small strand that began to fall toward the floor. Steph quickly took her hand off my balls and caught the drip on her fingers. She then moved her fingers to the mushroom head of my cock, and smeared the pre-cum in circles around the sensitive tip. The sensation was incredible and I let out a deep moan.
"God that feels good Steph." My cock was steel hard now, and I could feel the semen starting to collect. At this point Steph bent forward and started licking the tip of my cock. I could see that her nipples were rock hard, about as big as a cranberry and just as red. She was getting turned on by what she was doing to me. I knew that pretty soon I was going reach the point of no return.
"It's going to be a big load when it comes," I warned her. All she said was "ok" as she stopped stroking me and quickly took the first three or four inches of my cock in her warm mouth. She kept her hand around my cock so that I couldn't drive it in deeply and gag her, but she allowed me to start a steady rhythm pumping half my cock in and out of her mouth. Steph is usually open to giving me a blow job, I mean, she loves when I go down on her so it's kind of a quid pro quo, but she hates me coming in her mouth.
"There's going to be a lot," I told her again. My cock was starting to twitch, so it was just a matter of a few more strokes.
Steph momentarily took my cock out of her mouth, looked up and said "NOT in my mouth, and NOT in my hair," and then resumed sucking. She does a wonderful thing with her tongue as she sucks, and as into it as she was, her technique was especially effective. Then, with her free hand, she reached between my legs and pushed a finger into my asshole up to the first knuckle. That was all it took.
"Cumming! Cumming!," I growled. Steph quickly removed my dick from her mouth and continued to furiously stroke me. She tried to aim my cock at her bare breasts, but the speed at which she was pumping me made it difficult. I felt that wonderful buzzing sensation at the base of my cock that signals the onset of an orgasm.
Almost immediately, I began to climax. "Aaaahhhhhhh," I managed to moan as my cock began to spew. Steph sat back on her heels and stared in anticipation, determined to jack me until I was completely drained. She was instantly rewarded as the huge first rope of jism shot out and hit her square in the chin. Steph let out a little chuckle and adjusted her aim as the next three of my shots hit her square in the breasts. One of the streams slid slowly down and dripped erotically off her erect nipple. Several more shots followed, with no loss of volume.
