Married Sex 25 Years Later

After you've been together intimately with someone 25 years there isn't quite anything you don't know about them. Literally. Unless they or you is leading some secret double life or you are one of those clammed up persons that doesn't open up whatever the circumstances. You have gone over the old infancy stories at least 5 times. You know what they like to eat. What movies or tv channels they prefer, what toothpaste they want, the works. In the valley of the sheets department you know when it's a promising day or a headache day. You know what positions are good, bad or tolerable. You know what holes are ok or no go zones. You have been having sexual relations for more than 2000 times, not that I'm counting, just a rough guess. You brought into the bedroom some novelty that did get to be old news eventually. Toys, porn, light bondage, role play, the works.

Ok so if things are a bit stale in the bedroom how about getting out of it?

Who doesn't like a change in scenery once in a while?

So after 25 years or so of marriage instead of giving her another useless present she wouldn't like... again, I decided to give her a surprise treat of a luxury one nighter in a 5 star designer spa hotel. She only found out when we arrived at the lobby and 2 bellboys came running to open the doors and pry the luggage from our hands. Not being used to this kind of royal treatment it feels funny and exquisite being indulged this way. Just go along with it, best way.

Afternoon spent in the outdoor pool and indoor spa, relaxing and enjoying the luxuries of an all included stay. Keep topics light so you won't spoil the mood. Trust me even after 25 years nothing is guaranteed come bedtime...

Romantic candlelit dinner. Always nice, even after hundreds of times. Careful there, get some alcohol into her system but not too much, always remember you are married with her not hooking up a one night stand.

The room. Finally. Gigantic of course. Killer views over the river mouth and ocean. Living room and TV for starters. Brought her favorite Irish cream and homemade chocolates as a nightcap. Note to self: never try to watch movie on romantic outing. One hour later we were each sleeping on the couch one on each side legs locked in the middle.

Ok so bedtime finally! the bed was gigantic. It could fit 4 people easy, or one big fat king and 2 consorts minimum. she took a long time to prep for bed. What mysteries go on in that bathroom is a well kept secret of the ages. Had time to flip all 83 channels on TV, having settled for the fashion channel which at this late hour has semi-nude lingerie models prancing about. Brought my 2 best friends with me: exotic massage oil and genital gel (with a coconut flavor).

A sensual massage even if not by a pro is always a great way to start any forest fire. Careful though that stuff stings a bit on your privates and it can ruin a condom. Ok so on to the gel which has to be the edible ones for obvious reasons. Mutual masturbation and oral sex is like eating ice cream, always a treat. On these occasions both of us treat each other with a special shaving down below. Age is no excuse for not showing consideration.

So the fire is burning at top heat, on with the main course. Classical missionary is always a party favorite. I was doing most of the work, admiring the valley of breasts and seeing the face of much a beloved figure. After a while I felt that heavenly feeling of release and the orgasm was here, not just any, but a special holiday one in which I control the contractions of the bulb-cavernous muscle (it's between the balls and anus) and there is no ejaculation. This is a fuse that sends my wife exploding her own orgasm. Right, the much lauded simultaneous orgasm does exist not only in fiction. She then says "get off me, I'm bleeding". Yes, women menstruate even on special occasions... welcome to the real world. Well we do not want to bleed up the nice bed, so it's off to the bathroom to clean up.

Wait a minute. I was still packing a healthy hard-on. Can't leave it to waste... so it's back to the bedroom. Can't go near those white sheets though so she sits on the chaise longue and does that Clinton magic every man loves. When I sensed that she was ok to continue some more pussy action and so I took her over against the giant floor to ceiling window and pressed her whole body against it and both of us got to admire the city lights. Don't know if anybody out there saw us and don't care, it was on the 12th floor anyway... Still going strong I wanted to climax with a view so I propped her standing with one leg on the chaise longue and we screwed until finally my fireworks went off in splendor. "Happy birthday dear". There was a trickle of blood and semen running down her thigh that made me think that she was attacked by a vampire in a 70s movie and my hands and whole genitalia were also painted in bright red like a bad Christmas.

That big bed looked at us and sighed but married people love to sleep and we still had the whole night for that...