This story contains small penis teasing, that's why it's in the fetish section. If SPH doesn't interest you then move on to another story. Thanks.
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It wasn't like her at all. We've always had a good sex life, at least I thought so, but this was different than anything I'd experienced before. My wife simply seemed more sexual than she's ever been. This was the eighth day in a row that she initiated sex, and not just a blasé, "hey you want to?" with a wink and a nod to the bedroom, as she had in the past.
For the past several days she has been more adventurous and aggressive than ever. Please don't think I am complaining one bit - I am not, I am just saying it's not our normal routine, and it seemed to come out of nowhere.
I love my wife and I think she's beautiful. Angie and I have been married a bit over 10 years now, and even in her thirties I find her sexy as hell. And it's not just me; I see how other men look at her. At just five feet tall, she doesn't stand out in a crowd for her height. But with double D breasts on her petite 115-pound frame she's hard not to notice. Waiters seem to be overly attentive when she eats out, And all the teen boys at the neighborhood pool suddenly need some extra time to get out of the pool when she shows up in her nearly see through white bathing suit. I've seen it on more than one occasion those boys doing there best to hide there erections as they were made to leave the water for "adult swim" at the end of every hour.
Angie is strikingly sexy, and I love touching her. When she's just lounging around the house in her yoga pants and t-shirt, I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself. Just thinking about rubbing my hands over her thick firm ass gets me hard. When she stands at the sink doing the dishes, it's rare that I don't take advantage of her position. I start by giving her a gentle front to back hug, and then allow my hands to trace her body from her firm stomach to her hips, then up her sides cupping her generous breasts and slightly teasing her nipples. I love touching her like that. And while she usually, not always, responds favorably to my touch, she's never seemed all that interested in sex.
Last Friday night we had sex, nothing spectacular, and nothing out of the norm, just sex. It's almost always the same, we start off with a little caressing, a little licking, some kissing, and then after several minutes of me warming her up orally I moved into position. Gently, I placed the tip of my dick against her and slid slowly deep inside her. I rested there, just barely grinding my hips. I learned a long time ago that sex is more about grinding than rubbing.
"It's more like making mashing potatoes than driving a nail." A buddy of mine once told me.
He was right, and once I learned how to mash and grind my sex life drastically improved. And Angie, seems to enjoy it. And from time to time she might ask if I am in the mood, but she's never been the one to just physically initiate any kind of sex.
After a few minutes of slowly grinding I was getting close to cumming, I've never had great stamina and always thought that the more we had sex the longer I'd last, but that just doesn't seem to be the case. I pulled out and went back to work with my mouth and fingers helping her get closer and buying me some more time.
I could hear her breathing increase and she started wiggling, fucking my tongue and rubbing herself deeper and harder on my face. I rolled over allowing her to ride me, giving her the freedom to move however she needed to in order to orgasm.
She quickly got in position and lowered herself taking me inside her without hesitation. Her eyes clinched tight, as she bit her lower lip. I love having her on top, I can nuzzle her breasts and quickly switch from groping them to messaging her ass, and gripping her hips pushing myself deeper inside her. She sat up on her knees, and I knew she was close. She reached down and with lightning speed buffed her engorged clit as she continued to swirl around on my pulsating penis.
"Fuck!" I grunted, I gripped her hips thrusting myself inside her. I convulsed as she rocked back and forth on my erupting dick. Still working her button, she tightened around my now spent, and deflating penis.
"Yes... Yes... Yes..." She muttered as she exploded in bliss, trembling and gripping her tits in her hands. As her pussy shuddered in orgasm my penis was spat out, limp, lifeless and useless. It was good. She laid down beside me catching her breath for a few minutes as I brushed my fingers over her hips and thighs.
This was pretty typical for us, sometimes I would finish her off with my mouth before mounting her, and other times we use a small vibrator to help her climax.
The next morning however, I woke up to Angie sucking my dick. Evidently she woke up and saw that I was erect and decided to give me a wonderful gift. Once she saw I was awake though she rolled over,
"Fuck me from behind" She said.
I quickly straddled her ass and slid my penis in her wet pussy. She arched her back slightly giving me greater access to her hot opening, as I humped her from behind I played with her amazing butt, and moved my hands around her sides kneading her breasts, pressed against the mattress.
"Oh my god!" I breathed. Angie knew that I was losing control, and pulled the vibrator out of her drawer. She arched up a bit more and slid it down to her opening, playing with herself as a fucked her. I stopped moving, but I could feel the buzzing vibrator. She sat up even more so we were nearly doggie position; I began slowly gyrating inside her again. I felt her tense up and and then shuddered in orgasm as her cunt gripped and released my dick over and over in rapid succession, sending me over the top. I thrust deep inside her knocking her back down to her stomach; I fell with her as I came inside her hot embrace.
What I didn't know then, was that was just the beginning of an eight-day fuck fest. Angie was relentless, taking me whenever she felt like it. We had sex twice on Sunday, then again Monday evening, Tuesday as soon as I got home from work, and then Wednesday morning she treated me to a soapy hand job in the shower and fucked me hard that evening, riding me the entire time. By that time I was lasting much longer, I had never had so much sex in one week. Thursday Angie attempted sex with me again just as I came home, I was hard but I just felt numb I figured it was from all the action, I just couldn't feel much of her. I kept pumping away but It just wasn't happening. That night though, I couldn't stop her, she drew me a nice bubble bath and gently played with my dick as we bathed together. She patiently tickled and tugged at my dick till I shot my load.
Friday morning as we kissed goodbye she held me close,
"I love you so much" She said, with a level of passion and tenderness I hadn't seen in a long time.
"I love you too baby. Are you okay?" I asked genuinely concerned
"Yes, I am fine. Do me favor though, don't eat much today. I want to make you special meal this evening and don't want you to ruin your appetite." She playfully asked and broke into a sly smile.
"Okay, you don't have to do..." I was saying when she pulled me in and kissed me deeply.
"I know I don't have to do it, but I want to. So promise me you won't eat much today." She begged with her brown eyes looking into mine.
"I promise." I smiled and left feeling like the luckiest man alive.
I stuck to my word; I had nothing for breakfast and ate only an apple and a granola bar the rest of the day. That evening I came home around 6:30 and was greater by one of the most amazing scents I've ever smelled. My mouth immediately began to water as the distinct flavor of steak and butter and garlic filled the air.
"Oh my gosh, that smells so good baby." I bubbled, as I walked to the kitchen.
"I am almost done. Are you hungry?"
"Yes, I promised you I wouldn't eat much, and I am starving."
"Good, go put your things away and wash up. I'll let you know when it's ready." She lovingly insisted. About 10 minutes later she passed by me as she made her way to our room.
"Give me just a minute." She smiled and closed the door behind her. A few minutes passed and she opened the door revealing she had changed clothes. She was now wearing my favorite dress of hers, a thin knee high floral print, the top lifted and supported her bust in a way that made her uncomfortable, but she always reminded me of an old pinup model when she wore it, and made her breasts look absolutely huge. I can only remember her wearing it twice before.
The first time was to a restaurant with some friends of ours; by the end of the night we had five different waiters attending to us, and my buddy James was in the doghouse with his wife for starring too much.
The second time she wore it was to her annual review at work. Not only did she get a glowing evaluation, but she also received a big raise.
"You ready." She grinned playfully.
"Have a seat in the dinning room and I'll bring it to you." She directed.
She had gone through a lot of trouble to set the mood just right. We rarely used our formal dining room, but tonight the table was decorated like a nice restaurant, the lights were turned down low and three lit candles provided a warm flicker. At my place at the table was a glass of red wine, and a glass of ice water. Angie came through the door with two plates, she sat one down in front of me and my mouth watered again at just the smell.
