My wife doesn't easily do sexy. We have great sex, but she's not the kind of woman who thinks about it all that much. When she wants it she jumps me, kisses me, loves to fuck me. Nevertheless, I'm a guy. Work it a little girl.
When we first hooked up Deb tried hard. She'd happily dress in lingerie if I wanted her to yet it was clear that wasn't her thing. Something about her Brit ex-husband and his treating her like a slut. I wasn't about to follow.
She was generally uptight about anal play, but get her in the right mood with a glass of wine just before we started some hot sex and you might not know it. The tip of my finger could slide around there, maybe even sneak it up to a knuckle and there wouldn't be a complaint. If I bent her naked over the couch she was totally game, though she was plenty disconcerted when I asked her to spread her cheeks. She'd do it, and let me do things, but she'd be almost humiliated if I leaned in to lick her there.
Deb liked sucking my cock and I loved licking her button, even though she wasn't up for coming that way. And over time, it became obvious that she didn't masturbate or have too much of a fantasy life.
I could lead her to some pretty filthy places though, with dirty talk taking the lead.
"You want me on my knees, my ass stuck up in the air? So you can make it all wet and your dick will go in easy?" She'd talk the butt fuck game good and filthy even if we weren't going there. That's OK, it was damn sexy.
And she could take it too.
"Deborah, let's go find a quiet corner of a beach. I'll strip you right out in the open and spread your legs. You can't believe it's really happening and your pussy's so wet that my cock's barely inside before you're coming like a firehouse."
That story could make her come hard, like it was real.
All this is to say that it can be frustrating to me when I'm in the mood and she's not, which of course is not an uncommon situation, I know.
...
Which is why one morning was such a surprise when I made my move and slipped my hand in her PJs.
"Sweety, I'm not into it right now. Why don't you jerk off?" Her go-to when I'm amorous and she's not. "Can I help you?"
That's Deb's "compromise," and it would be great if she had it in her. But you know, it's not like she's not going to do a sexy strip for me or something, that's just not her way. And after all these years she knows if she starts with the dirty talk, a few minutes later we'll be fucking, and she it's clear that's not what she's wanting.
"I feel horrible, you know I love you Daniel. What can I do? I want you to..."
At this point I just suggest she leave the room and let me get on with it. After a little back and forth that's exactly what happens.
After she left I'm kind of hard and trying to figure out whether it's a sexy story or porny pictures that's going to do the job. As I'm stroking I hear Deb walking back down to our bedroom.
She stands at the foot of the bed. "Come on baby, I know you want me to help, you need to let it come out," she says quietly. "I don't want you to have blue balls on my account. Take a look, I know you like to see these."
Slowly, up comes her pajama top, t-shirt too, her exposed breasts bouncing out.
"You like it when I hold 'em up, don't you?" both her hands pushing them up and down. "My bouncing titties turn you on, I know it." She starts shaking them.
What the hell?
"Sweety, I know you think I'm not into sex, but I love you so much. I want you to know it. Maybe I'm not into fucking as much as you want it..." Now she's pinching her nipples. "I want you to be happy. I'll do whatever you need to get off."
My dick is totally hard now. I wonder why.
"What do you want baby?" She's almost cooing. Whatever, I'm into it. "Tell me what I can do for you."
"Come here. Sit on me," I croak, surprise in my voice.
"No, no baby. This is your time, I want to see you gush, just like you wanted. That looks so pretty and so hot. Your stuff just flying out."
"What I wanted was to make love to my wife, stick my hand up your pussy and make it cum, and then fuck it until it cums again and again so hard that I can't hold my own back. I want it to shoot inside you."
I heard her moan. "Oh honey, that sounds so good. But I'm just getting into this, let me do it my way." Her hand started reach down her stomach. "You always want me to play, let's have some fun." Her hand disappeared into her bottoms, and she let out another sigh.
Fun it's going to be. "Let me see what you're doing Deb, show me your furry twat." Deb loved vulgar words for our parts.
