My name is John, I just turned 50 last year. I'm a typical middle-class white male, 5'10", a couple of tattoos, full beard, and I'm quite fit for my age. My wife says my well-defined arms and legs are my best features, although she has no complaints about my cock in the bedroom.
My wife Cassie is several years younger than me, and easily the most beautiful woman I've ever known. She's 5'8" with dark brown shoulder length hair, a beautiful face with an amazing smile, and deep penetrating eyes you can get lost in. Not to mention, a gorgeous set of tits and ass that I never tire of! Her tits practically doubled in size since she had our kids, and her ass has grown even more round and firm, like it's begging me for a spank every time I see it.
I honestly think we fell in love from the moment we laid eyes on one another. We met in college and have now been together for 20+ years. She is the most kind, understanding, and intelligent person you could hope to meet, the fact that she is fucking hot is just the icing on the cake.
Over the course of our relationship I've asked her many times to share her fantasies with me, but she usually acts shy and rarely opens up. If pushed, she claims she doesn't have any, but for someone who reads as much smut as she does I find that really hard to believe.
Over the years I've discovered that she really likes to be spanked, often times she'll act like a brat just so I can discipline her. She also gets off on being choked, not to the point of cutting off her oxygen, but her eyes roll back in her head any time I place a hand on her throat while burying my cock inside her.
She also gets really turned on by the idea of sex in public, though I don't know if she'd ever actually go through with it. Every once in awhile she'll surprise me out of the blue and act really slutty, and its like she becomes a totally different woman, openly expressing her wanton hunger for sex. On the rare occasions when she does, its more intoxicating to me than any drug known to man.
Our sex life was phenomenal for the first 5 years or so that we were together, but as with any long-term relationship, it started to lose its spark as we got older and fell into our own routines. Having kids (in particular) only increased that distance between us in the bedroom. The 24/7 responsibilities of child-rearing left us both worn out and with little to no time to enjoy each other in bed. I'm confident that through it all that we still loved each other very much, we just hadn't been prioritizing time for us to be alone together.
As our kids got older and didn't need as much day to day attention, I thought it was finally time for us to rekindle that flame. So I raised the subject with her and told her how I felt about the lack of sex. I told her how important this physical aspect of our relationship was to me, that it wasn't merely "sex" in my eyes. For me at least, it was a way to feel deeply connected with her, like we were still madly in love with one another, and not just playing our roles as mother and father to our children.
I think the message must have resonated, because since our conversation things have been improving. For example, we recently celebrated my 50th birthday and it was certainly one I won't forget.
We decided to go out for dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city, a nice night together away from the kids. Cassie knows how turned on I get by stockings and heels, and while she'll entertain my stocking fetish in the bedroom, she rarely wears any in public, and she virtually never wears heels (in or out of the bedroom). While she was upstairs getting ready for the evening I slipped on my dress pants and leather shoes, I also wore a fitted dress shirt which was a stark contrast to the old T-shirts and jeans I typically wear.
You can imagine my excitement when I heard the clicking of her sexy high heels as she came down the stairs in gorgeous beige stockings. She wore a short pleated skirt (not a mini skirt, but it was short enough that you could catch a glimpse of her lace stocking tops as her legs moved) and a simple button up blouse with a naughty black choker. My dick was fully erect before she even hit the bottom step. She may be in her forties now, but seeing her dressed in an outfit like that had me hard as a bar of steel, I knew we were in for a good time.
You could feel the sexual energy in the car as we drove into the city, seeing her all dressed up had me eyeing every rest stop along the way, debating whether to pull over and take her right then and there by the side of the highway. We flirted and talked care-free like we hadn't in years, the whole drive there we reminisced about various adventures we'd had and discussed possible others we'd yet to explore.
We parked downtown on the street and had to walk a few blocks to get to the restaurant. There's just something about the way a woman looks walking in heels that is so hot, hearing that hypnotic click-clack as she walked down the sidewalk had me thinking with my cock the entire way to there.
She received multiple stares (from men and women), as well as a couple wolf whistles from passing cars on our way there. I'm sure it was uncomfortable for her walking three blocks in those shoes, but I was equally uncomfortable trying to hide the erection she was giving me while we walked down that busy city streets.
We finally arrived at our destination and were seated at a nice table towards the back of the restaurant. It was a small table for four, but as there was only two of us we sat on opposite sides of one corner to be closer to one another. A perfect place for a romantic dinner.
