Isn't it sad that young women and men often don't realize how beautiful they can be? Flawless skin, luxuriant, flowing tresses, perky breasts, trim, athletic bodies, a six pack and muscles... Oh muscles. Then there's the excitement of discovering sexual attraction, falling love, the ecstasy, and the broken hearts. I envy it all, but the dream, the fantasy, the desire for intimate connection doesn't fade as our bodies wrinkle and sag. Fanning the flames of desire is something my husband Luke and I take very seriously.
He really is a bit weird. Well kinky I suppose one might say. He actually enjoys not having orgasms. We've been married for a very long time, and frequent sex has always been a very important part of our relationship; the glue that hold us together. Now that we're no longer spring chickens, my old fella has a lot more trouble keeping it up. Over time we've found that if he skips his orgasm, he's a lot perkier next time we make love. Now, of course, like any lad, he loves a good squirt, but we've had to face the reality that if we want to keep up our frequent sex schedule, then even with a little help from medication, he's going to have to ration his orgasms. He's come to appreciate the pleasure of hovering on the edge and being left hanging while I have a couple of orgasms for us both. Usually he'll hold off for a few days or a week and occasionally even as long as a month without release. This keeps him erotically charged and I love the fact that even though the years and gravity have taken their toll on my body, hubby still lusts after me. He makes a point of watching me get dressed every morning, we still spoon naked every night and we buy the large economy size bottles of lube. That suits me just fine 'cos I love the old goat
On our wedding anniversaries, we take it in turns come up with a special sex game to celebrate and this year it was my turn to be creative. Luke had booked our anniversary dinner at my favourite Indian restaurant, so we both dressed up a bit. I wore an ankle length silky dress with a rather saucy slit up the side, and with the help of a gravity-defying bra, I showed off some nicely exposed cleavage. In response to a pretty broad hint, my man dug out a rarely used jacket and dress pants, reluctantly setting aside his jeans and T-shirt. We've found that Indian food pairs better with beer than wine and to double the fun we usually order different dishes and swap halfway through. Soon we were settled in with a couple of Indian lagers, lamb biryani and butter chicken with lots of basmati rice and naan. We toasted each other and played footsie under the table like a couple of love struck teens.
To tell the truth, I was a bit nervous about the anniversary game I'd thought up. It was going to be quite a challenge for both of us. It was a good job we were retired, so that we had enough spare time to make it work. I love sex, but like many women, I suppose, I'm not thinking about it all day. Sometimes I find myself almost reluctant to get started on it, rather like sitting shivering on the edge of a pool, knowing I'll have a great time if I just jump in! That's one of the reasons I insist on a sex schedule. Of course, I could bail any time, but the schedule gives me the little push I sometimes need to engage. My game would take away that bit of structure, but Luke wouldn't have it easy either. I took a good swig of beer and cleared my throat. Luke dragged his eyes away from my tits and looked at me expectantly.
"So, about our game," I said. "Here's what I propose. For the duration, you have to agree not to play with your cock, but you can bring it to me as often as you like, and I'll 'soothe' it for you; a nice gentle rub that'll keep you good and horny. At the very least, I'll play with you every day for a few minutes before we sleep and again in the morning before we get up. We'll have sex whenever either of us wants, as often as we want: oral, hand job, intercourse, outercourse whatever."
Luke's eyes widened in astonishment. "No schedule? Open season? Wait a minute. There's got to be a catch."
"Well my horny hubby, of course there is. You don't get to cum. As soon as you spurt, the game's over and we're back to our regular schedule. I know you love a challenge and you're used to holding off. Playing every day with your throbbing, desperate cock is bound to make me hot as all get out. It's a male fantasy come true -- a horny wife who's chronically desperate for some tongue work and a good fuck. You can ask me to slow down or stop whenever you get too close. What d'you say? You up for it?"
"Wait a moment. You need define cumming? You know that after a week or so of holding off my cock often leaks. Does that count as cumming?"
"With what I have planned, I doubt you'll be able to control yourself for a week," I laughed. "But no -- cumming means an orgasm with at least two or three good spurts. A dribble doesn't count. You're the most honest person I know, and you'll tell me when you've lost it. It'll be a real challenge for both of us, but we can end the game any time. All you have to do is let yourself ejaculate and all I have to do is ignore your request to slow down or stop. Let's play the game for as long as we're both having fun!"
"Well, It does sound exciting. Alright. You're on. Do I get one last orgasm tonight?"
"Silly man. Of course not. But I'm in the mood to sit astride you and slide my clit up and down your cock. I bet you'd like that!"
Luke groaned, but as we got up to leave the restaurant I noticed he held his jacket in front of him, so I guess part of him was happy.
That night, as promised, I lubed Luke up and gave him a nice 15-minute cock massage and I probably managed to hold him on the edge for about half that time. I've been playing with his cock for many, many years so I can read his level of arousal quite accurately. With my head on his chest, I could feel the tension growing in his body. Once I got him to the plateau just before the point of no return, his breathing and muscle tension told me when to slow down and when the speed up. Of course, all this attention to his cock left me pretty horny so while he was still nice and stiff, I straddled him and slid my clit up and down his length. My man took out his frustration on my nipples which were dangling temptingly over his face. I came hard and guided hubby's cock into my soaking pussy. "Don't cum," I warned him as I ground my clit against him. I must have been really wound up because I came again almost immediately and collapsed on top him. Poor Luke clasped my buttocks and tried to thrust, but my weight held him down and his erection slowly subsided. I rolled off and snuggled up to him.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Great. That was really good, though my poor balls are aching a bit. Did you have fun though?"
"Oh yes. Even though I love making you cum, the idea of me getting off and leaving you hanging has always made me really hot. Is that weird?"
"Probably, but as long as it works for both of us, who cares."
"Let me snuggle up behind you and cradle those sore balls while we nod off."
Luke chuckled. "Great idea. It's probably not going to help the situation, but I love it! Goodnight my love."
"Love you. Good night."
The following morning, Luke brought us breakfast in bed. Naked, we read the paper and while Luke did his daily Sudoku, I caught up with the family's activities via Facebook. Once we were done, Luke rolled towards me and began teasing my nipples with his tongue while stroking my thighs and belly. It doesn't take me very long to warm up, so I soon pulled him towards me. We kissed, our nipples grazing each other. His cock, enlarged but not really hard, twitched enthusiastically against my thigh. Luke turned around and crouching beside me put a pillow under my bottom. He stroked, kissed and licked my inside thighs while I gripped his sack, rolling his balls in my hand. Soon he began lapping my labia, his tongue delving ever deeper into my vagina. I could feel the tension building as the muscles in my body tensed and I moaned with pleasure. As my orgasm shot me, my body spasmed and Luke massaged my G-spot with his fingers, prolonging the pleasure. I didn't get much of a chance to calm down before he parted my labia and began his delightful tongue dance on my clit. Within a few seconds I was back on the edge and Luke skilfully backed off, gently suckling until I was calm enough for him to continue his dance. Several times he brought me up to edge before settling into a steady rhythm that brought me crashing over the precipice into a marvellous climax. We scrambled back up the bed and I rested my head on that special spot between his shoulder and chest especially designed for a post orgasm snuggle.
Once my heart rate and breathing had returned to normal, I set to work on Luke's cock. Getting firm grip on his balls and applying a little tension to pull them away from his groin, I sucked his glans. It didn't take long for him to plump up, and though oral doesn't usually get him very hard, I could tell from his movements that he was enjoying my efforts. When I switched to sliding my lips and tongue up and down the back of his shaft, he began pumping his hips quite urgently and soon gasped "Better stop now." I lubed up his cock and balls and applied our leather ball strap to his scrotum to prevent his balls from pulling up and to help him with control. It only took a few minutes of stroking before my man was moaning and thrusting his nice hard erection into my fist. I loosened my grip and slowed the action holding him close to the edge, but not too close. I didn't want our game to end too soon, but at the same time I wanted to build his erotic charge and leave him as horny as possible -- a condition we both loved.
"How about doggy style?" I suggested. We eagerly scrambled into position and Luke slid easily into me. He began pumping slowly and deeply, but he couldn't sustain it for very long and soon settled for very shallow movements while stroking my breasts. We were both pretty vocal as we enjoyed the intense intimacy of connection for a few minutes. Once Luke had regained control, he began deep thrusts once again while gently stroking my clit. I began thrusting back and came deliciously in seconds. Luke collapsed across my back, moaning desperately, before pulling out. We snuggled up on the bed and I gently soothed his softening cock while our breathing returned to normal.
"Wow! That was fantastic. Difficult, but really great," Luke groaned. "I'll be tingling down there all day."
