Yesterday was Rachael's birthday. She turned thirty-five, and I swear, she looks younger than when I met her nine years ago. Her firm body is just as firm, her proud breasts are still high and taunt, her bullet nipples still become likes little stones when she's excited, and these days she gets very excited, very often.
I want to tell you how we celebrated her "coming" of age into womanhood. It started about a week ago. She was somewhat morose about turning another year older, and I was doing my best to cheer her up. I assured her that she was not losing her charms, or her sexiness. But still, these were only words. Only she could choose to believe me or not.
"I promise you, you could still give a hard on to a corpse!" I had told her.
"Maybe before, but not now. Besides, I don't have the ability to stand up to the fucking and sucking I used to do."
"Rachael, I really want to see you snap out of this. What can I say to prove to you that you've still got more going for you than a dozen younger women?"
She didn't answer at first. I could tell she was thinking. Her birthday was really bothering her. I knew I would have to take drastic action.
"You know, to prove how good you are, I'm going to conduct an experiment. On your birthday, you are going to show me, and yourself, and a few other people just how fantastic you really are."
"What do you have in mind?"
"You'll see."
ii
The morning of her birthday, I woke her early with breakfast in bed. I'd fixed her favorite morning meal, strawberries and cream. As she sat up in bed, fluffed her pillows and prepared for breakfast, she seemed a bit happier than the night before. We chatted about nothing in particular. I really enjoyed watching her eat the meal I'd prepared. Not only did she enjoy my efforts, but I enjoyed watching her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. The left one was covered by her nightgown, but the right breast was fully exposed, her pink nipple giving the strawberry a run for its money. It's pinkish hue and reddish brown tip built a fire in my cock that would soon have to be extinguished.
I got up from my chair when she'd finished eating. When I reached over her to pick up the tray, she deftly slid her hand inside my robe, and with confidence bred of familiarity, wrapped her hand around my cock.
"I knew it would be hard," she said.
"And how did you know?"
"I watched you watch my nip. Knowing that you were watching it so intently was what was making my nips get hard. And experience tells me that when I get hard, you get hard!"
She was right of course. My cock was rock hard. Instead of going downstairs with the tray, I set it on the recliner in our bedroom and returned to the bed where my wife was still laying. I pulled the covers away from her body, and to my delight, discovered the red satin gown she wore had ridden up to her thighs, exposing most of her legs. I knew there was only about two inches of skin between what I was looking at, and her hot pussy. Reaching down to her soft inner thigh, I gently stroked her tender leg. At the same time, I bent over and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking, biting, pulling it out even further with my teeth.
She responded immediately! Her nipple hardened into a soft steel bullet, with her involuntary thrusts to push it further into my hot mouth. Her legs parted. A little at first, then wider, and finally wide enough for me to mount her. That was what she wanted. She wanted me to shove my hard cock into her soft wet pussy. But no one can fuck my wife better than me, and I knew she could become a great deal hotter if I teased her a bit more. My hand continued its petting of her open inner thigh, but I did not touch her cunt. She tried to trap my hand there, tried to inveigle me into stroking her damp love box, maybe more than stroking. She wanted satisfaction, and she wanted it now.
But I am a man of patience, and I knew she wasn't near as hot as she could be. I continued my teasing, as she continued the digital manipulation of my cock. Her small hand was wrapped around as much of my turgid dick as she could get to, while she continued to moan and writhe under my hand loving I was giving her. She started to give words to her movements.
"Oh, Phillip! Touch me. Touch my cunny. Make me come on your fingers! Oh, baby, I need you to put your hand on my pussy. I need that fat cock of yours in my cunt!"
Slowly I started to move upward, toward that damp hot musky secret place between her legs. I moved my fingers exceedingly slowly, so slow that I felt her urgency build with the speed of a 747 as it ascends skyward.
"Don't tease me. I need to feel you in my pussy! Please!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, however. I did not speed up my movements. Quite the opposite, I tended to move my fingers away from her steaming pussy. She must have thought I was losing interest, or maybe she thought she could raise the ante, at any rate, her next move didn't surprise me. Instead of straining to get her cunt closer to my hand, she sat up in bed, turned her head toward the mid section of my robe. She took my hard cock (which by now was about as hard as it gets) and pulled it into her mouth.
