This is a story of a loving couple, exploring her authority and cuckolding. If this offends you please restrain from commenting. I would love to hear opinions from those who are interested in this subject. Thank You, and Enjoy this is my second story to be posted.
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The mood is loving, soft, gentle, quiet. We are alone in our usually chaotic house. Taking full advantage of our time together. I draw Michelle a warm bath, adding bubbles for fun. Lighting candles around the room, and on the shelf above the two person Jacuzzi tub. Turning off the lights, The flickering candles excite me to what I am hopping will follow.
I step out into the breezeway to find Michelle standing there looking at a picture of us on the wall. We were much younger then, in our early twenties. She was so Beautiful. No, She was HOT. Beautiful is how I describe Michelle now. The same radiant long brown hair, reaching the mid of her back. The same sexy brown eyes. The same pretty smile perfect lips. A few more curves added to her once perfect body. Now Voluptuous is the best way to describe her. She worries about the added pounds the years have left.
think they have improved her. She feels soft, like a woman should. The body she was once so proud of, now changed. Her perky breasts, barely a handful when we met, are now curves that excite me to look at, to play with, to mold and hold on too. The same perfect nipples like a small marshmallows between my teeth, light brown areolas half dollars in size accent them perfectly.
"Your beautiful" I compliment her as I reach around hugging her from behind. Inhaling deeply as I embrace my wife lovingly. Her hands go up onto my forearms, bending her head back slightly, kissing me softly on my cheek.
"Oh, thank you, Glad somebody thinks so!" she retorts back to me.
On the other hand, I look much different. Balding, having gained sixty lbs since we met, weighing in at three hundred pounds. My side burns are greying. Crows feet cornering my eyes. My same dimple still forms when I smile. I guess I look at my self with the same criticism she looks at herself with.
She would say I look great, she loves a big man. That I carry my weight well. At six foot five inches tall, with a large frame, I would look sick if I were too skinny. However I am not saying that If I lost that extra weight, she wouldn't like it. She would say that my crows feet and silvering side burns are sexy, and that my bald head is appealing when kept trim.
"What happened to those kids?" she asked.
"We grew up, had kids of our own!" "I am not old yet, common I'll show you." smiling I pull her away grabbing her hips. Walking backwards playfully tugging her all the way to the bathroom, showing her my surprise. She reacts most favorably stepping forward embracing me now, kissing me passionately, before breaking away.
"Close your eyes and turn around!" I did as I was told. "I am trusting you." She warns. I hear her pants unzip. "Can I help with that?" "NO!!!" she exclaimed. "You know better, no peaking."
Hearing her jeans slide down her legs I long to look, but do not, respecting her modesty. I hear a few footsteps, then the splashing of water as she climbs in. After a sigh of relief from the warm water covering her body, I remove my clothes and await her invitation to join her.
"Are you going to join me, or just stand there like a scared forty year old virgin?" she teases.
No time wasted, I jumped in like an excited puppy. Her outstretched leg holding me at bay, I settle into my side of the tub facing her. Allowing my foot to rub her naked hip as I relaxed next to her. Gazing into her eyes I feel nothing but love for her. Smiling at each other, she closes her eyes, lays her head back to relax. I admire her beauty, like a masterful piece of art. The bubbles hiding her nudity, disappointing, yet all the more enticing at the same time. I follow her lead and do the same. I close my eyes and relax. Immediately replacing the blackness with images of her.
After fifteen minutes or so, of silence, warmth, and comfort. She changes the mood, reaching forward sliding her hands up my inner thigh. I tremble from her touch and inhale sharply from the surprise. She settles on her target, a handful of my balls and my limp cock.
"Oh darn your not ready for me." she teases in a disappointed tone. Squeezing my manhood between her fingers and palm.
"Don't you want me, or find me sexy anymore?" she continues, while gently squeezing and massaging whats trapped in her hand. "I guess I am just an old hag. No man would want me anymore, or would they?" "Do you think any Man out there would want to fuck me?" She questions in a playful manner.
My cock jumps to her last question.
"Wow what was that honey?" "Do you want me to get fucked by someone else?" She continues her questioning.
Again my cock twitches in excitement. "You know, I have never had any trouble turning heads. I have always had My pick of men!" My cock getting harder as she teases. leaning in her lips positioned over the head of my cock protruding from the water.
