I had always had a fairly low sex drive. Once or twice enough was plenty for me. I attribute it more to hormones than to upbringing. I just didn't need it that often, and certainly wasn't into anything wild or kinky. But that all changed in the summer of my 41st year. I'm not sure why--probably some kind of hormonal change--but I found myself getting hornier and hornier as the summer went on.
I remember one particularly hot weekend. It all started Friday morning when, for some reason, I woke up with thoughts of sex on my mind. I'm not sure why; it could have been a dream, or maybe it was just because I'd gone a couple weeks without it.
After crawling out of bed, I lingered in the shower, savoring the warm water caressing my nipples. I aimed the stream lower, enjoying the sweet sensation of the droplets tingling the sweet spot between my thighs.
I'm usually a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of gal, especially on Fridays, but today I wanted to do something different. I slipped into a black skirt that I hardly ever wear, and topped it with a maroon sweater. The low cut on the sweater is not something I would normally wear to work, but today I was feeling a little frisky. I looked at myself in the mirror and even leaned over to admire the way the sweater showed off my full breasts. I realized that I'd better not bend over too far at work!
I dug into my drawer to look for the torture device known as pantyhose. I was disappointed to discover that he only black pair I owned had developed a run. I really wanted to wear sexy black hose, but was forced to settle for a regular pair. Digging through the drawer, I happened upon a pair of black thigh-highs that my husband had given me the previous Christmas, still in the original package. I looked at the package as I lifted it out of the drawer. Was I daring enough to wear something this sexy to work? Figuring that it couldn't hurt just to try them on, I pulled the stockings out of the package and slipped them on. They felt incredible! Much more comfortable (and sexier) than those damned pantyhose! I checked myself out in the mirror, and it occurred to me that the only one who would know I was wearing them was me. They looked just like a pair of regular hose, but the feeling of walking around with bare thighs was incredible!
As I drove into work, I kept squirming in my seat. My dress, while still rather conservative, was much more risqué than anything I had ever worn before. When I got to work I was a bit embarrassed by the looks from my coworkers, but I had to admit the leers turned me on even more. Hidden away in my office, I tried to get some work done even though my mind filled with delicious thoughts of what was to come.
My husband, John, gets home in mid-afternoon, and just after 3:00 I sent him an e-mail:
"Care to spend some time together tonight? You should see how I'm dressed. I look great"
His reply came back a few minutes later: "I'd love to spend some time together. I think you always look great, but what are you wearing?"
"The maroon sweater that shows off my, ahem, assets, that little black skirt, black thigh-highs, black bra and panties."
"I'll bet you look hot! Can't wait for you to get home!"
I made a trip to the ladies room before sending him my reply: "Oops. I lost the panties!"
The thought and feeling of being naked under my skirt sent my mind went into overdrive. I loved the sensation of my bare thighs rubbing together, and my mind filled with racy thoughts of what my husband would do with those thighs when I got home! Somehow I battled through those thoughts and finished up work before heading home.
John had already started dinner when I got home.
"My God, you look hot!" John said when I got home.
"I told you." He had already started dinner, so I jumped right in began making a salad. As I sliced cucumber on the sink, John came up behind me and gave me a hug. He slipped his hands under my skirt and cupped my bare ass.
"You really aren't wearing panties," he said. He caressed my bottom for a moment before sliding his hands around to my front. John brushed his fingers through my wispy fuzz before applying pressure to my sweet spot. I felt his stiffness rubbing up against my backside. I thought I would have an orgasm right there! "Now now," I said, lifting his hands out from under my skirt. "Dinner first."
I went to work setting the table, making sure that I bent over often to give John a glimpse of my ample breasts. I lit candles, and we sat down to a nice, romantic dinner. John seemed a bit preoccupied during the meal (frankly I was too!), so we made quick work out of the chicken, asparagus and tossed salad. We finished with a glass of wine, and started clearing the table, but my honey was overcome with lust. He gently pushed me up against the table and lifted my skirt, exposing my bare ass.
"Your ass looks so hot," he whispered in my ear.
I could hear him unzipping his pants, and before I knew it, something warm and hard was pushing up against my ass. He bent me over and slowly guided his stiff cock toward my pussy. The salacious thoughts running through my head all day had kept me very wet, so he had no trouble sliding his cock deep into my drenched pussy. The feeling was wonderful! Bent over, leaning on the table, John thrust quickly in and out of my warm pussy. He reached around with both hands and grabbed my breasts, giving my stiff nipples a firm squeeze. His thrusts quickened and his breath deepened as he groaned to a rousing orgasm. He reached one hand down to my pussy and fingered my throbbing clit. A couple of flicks later, and I too quivered to a deep, sweet orgasm. I turned and collapsed in his arms. He held me for several minutes and covered my face and neck with sweet kisses before we disengaged and finished clearing the table.
Our Friday after dinner routine involves watching a pay-per-view movie, so I headed for the bedroom to change into my pajamas. But once I got a look at myself in the mirror, I changed my mind. I was still horny! I took off my sweater and skirt, and retrieved my panties from my purse. I joined John on the couch dressed this way: black bra and panties and black thigh highs.
"My God, you look incredible," he said as I slid in next to him on the couch.
We picked out a movie and spread a blanket over our laps. As the movie played, I reached over and stroked him through his jeans. He returned the favor, reaching one hand out to caress my still-wet pussy through the fabric of my panties, while the other hand gently stroked my breasts. This mutual fondling had us both hot within minutes, and we totally lost track of the movie plot. I unzipped his jeans and slid them and his briefs off, allowing his stiff cock to spring free. I stood and slipped my panties off and climbed on top of him. I lowered myself over his delicious dick, savoring the sensation of him filling me once again. I reached behind and unhooked the clasps on my bra, allowing my breasts to swing freely in front of his face. John put his lips over one nipple, and gently danced across the other with his fingertips. The sensation drove me wild! With his cock filling my pussy, I ground down against him to apply pressure to my clit. With his tongue eagerly flicking across one nipple, and his fingers working doing their magic on the other, I cried out in another ecstatic orgasm. My screams of pleasure brought him over the edge as well. He thrust deeply up toward me, and I watched his face contort in pleasure as he shuddered to another orgasm.
I stayed on top of him for several minutes, with his arms wrapped around me. By then, both of us were exhausted, so we traipsed off to bed.
I slept very soundly (sex will do that!). When I awoke the next day, John was still quietly snoring beside me. I pulled down the covers and gave his body a longing glance. I could see his morning hard-on poking through his briefs, and decided to have some fun. I grabbed the elastic on his shorts and pulled them down, letting his stiff cock pop out. I held his warm dick in my hand for a few moments before slowly sliding my fingers up and down his shaft. I concentrated on the smooth skin on the bottom side of the shaft, the sensitive area between the head and the balls. John moaned softly in his sleep, and I bent over and ran my tongue up and down his cock. I slid my tongue over his balls, making them good and wet. I pulled each of his balls in my mouth before sliding my lips back over his shaft and engulfing his cock in my mouth. I rode slowly up and down his hard dick, pressing firmly but gently with my lips. This finally woke John up.
"Uh, honey?" he asked in that sexy sleepy voice. "What are you doing?"
I lifted my head from his cock, but continued to stroke his wet shaft with my fingers. "Just saying good morning!"
"Well, if this is any indication, I'd say it's gonna be a great day!"
His moans grew louder and his hips began to gyrate. I lifted my hand from his cock. "That's enough," I said.
"Hey, you can't stop now!"
