My wife and I have an interesting relationship in many ways. We are quite compatible in just about every matter and we are extremely open with each other.
We got together late in our lives and we often discuss what could have been had we met sooner in life. We have decided it's not too late to have fun and get crazy at times.
Our kids are grown and on their own, so we don't have anyone under foot at home. This gives us plenty of freedom to do what we want, when we want, without fear of interruption.
We both have interests in varied sexual activities such as exhibitionism, voyeurism, skinny dipping, playing sexy games and the list goes on. I have shared all my kinky fantasies with her, and she has even made some of them come to fruition.
She, on the other hand, says she does not have any fantasies. That may be because she has had some awesome real-life experiences (she has told me about them). I guess, she has lived her fantasies already and I'm okay with that.
When we first began to have these discussions, I was reluctant to open up very much because I was ridiculed and told I was a pervert by an ex.
As we became closer and I shared more, she was very understanding and assured me I was not a pervert. I was quite normal, in fact.
I have strong exhibitionist tendencies, and this is where most of my interests lie in various scenarios. I'm not a flasher and I do not wish to scare anyone.
I enjoy just about all things when it comes to sex and I am willing to try anything my wife wants to do. She is, quite simply, amazing in all things sexual.
I love her hand jobs! I love to receive them. I love to do it myself when she wants to watch. What I really enjoy most is, when she decides I am going to have an orgasm, it is going to happen, by whatever means she wants.
She has this control over me because I willingly gave it to her. I told her I am hers and I will never refuse or attempt to stop her when she wants to play or when she wants me to play for her, no matter when she wants, no matter where we are.
She knows I have no limits when she gets me sexually aroused. In fact, I give in so completely that she is the one who must maintain control and common sense. She pushes me and she protects me at the same time. Neither of us want to end up in jail.
She has tested my resolve a couple of times with great success. The first time, we were traveling on a major interstate highway in Texas, on a beautiful, sunny weekend day about noon. There was plenty of traffic, so I was focused on my driving.
Without saying a word, she reached over, opened my pants, I became hard instantly, so she had no problem getting me out in the open. We didn't speak, not a word. I was afraid to say anything for fear she would stop. I don't think I have ever been more excited.
After a while, I told her I needed to exit and find a safe place to stop because I was awfully close to coming. She just smiled and kept stroking me. I found an almost empty parking lot and stopped just as my orgasm hit. We prevented a mess with the use of some tissue she had in her hand. After a couple of minutes, I put things away, zipped up my pants and we got on the road again.
We still hadn't spoken, and I finally asked her, where that came from?
She grinned and said she wanted to see if I would really let her do what she wanted without me stopping her. She smiled and said "you were so cute. You just froze and never said a word."
I told her how excited I was, and I was afraid if I said anything, she would stop. We both enjoyed that little adventure.
I said, "I wonder if anyone saw what we were doing."
She said, "I assure you we were seen."