We are a later in life couple, mostly happily married for nearly 50 years. As life would have it, my wife had lost interest in sex, and though I still had enough interest for us both, my ability was somwhat impaired. The story that follows is the compilation of actual occurences at various times, with maybe a little wishful thinking sprinkled in.
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One spring Saturday, we were having a pretty good day together. We went to lunch at a pub type place that we hadn't been to in a long time. Food was great, and the atmosphere was fun. Afterwards, we stopped at a garden center to pick up some plants and supplies for her spring planting - a mix of flowers and some tomatoes, peppers, and strawberries.
She decided that she wanted to get started on it right away. Usually, our son comes over to help, but he wasn't around today and she didn't want to wait. I don't have any real interest in gardening, but I was willing to help with toting and moving things, watering (playing with the hose!) the plants (and us a little).
Late afternoon, we were done, and I got us some cold drinks. We were sitting on the porch relaxing. My wife said "we both need showers, but I'm first!"
After her shower, I was getting ready to go in, and she stopped me. Holding a towel around herself, she put one hand on my chest and said:
"I am going to run out for something real quick. At 5:00, why don't you take one of your "special pills" (for ED). I'll be back, but at 6:00, get undressed and lay down on our bed naked and wait for me. "
I was a little suprised and excited, and asked if she was sure.
She said "don't ask me any questions, or this might not happen."
So, I went in to take a shower. I certainly spent some extra time trimming and cleaning my genitals, with some hope and excitement I hadn't had in some time. My wife hadn't had any interest in sex for a while.
She returned about 5:30, with a shopping bag. She asked if I took my pill. She smiled and said to get ready, and she would be in about 6:00. Shortly before then, I got undressed, and got on the bed. She came in, looked at me, and said "someone's getting excited". I definitely was.
She said "no touching yourself or me until I say so. If you do, this stops."
I was curious, excited, and waiting. She was wearing shorts, tee shirt, and sandals. Giving me another smile, she took off her tee shirt, and set it aside. She turned her back to me, and took off her bra, and put it with her shirt. She reached into the bag, and took out a new, red, silky type of top. She shopped for this! She started buttoning it up, and turned around to face me. She kicked off her sandals, then took off her shorts, and added them to her pile. She went into the bag again, and pulled out a new skirt, black, and also kind of silky. She had my complete attention (and I was at attention, if you know what I mean!)
She stepped in and pulled up her skirt, leaving the top over it. She said
" I see the women you stare at on your morning shows. Do you like this outfit? "
"VERY much", I replied.
Then she put one finger to the corner of her mouth as though she was thinking of something, with a funny smile. She reached under her skirt, pulled down her underwear and stepped out of them. She held them up in her fingertips for a second, then tossed them on the pile.
Smiling at me still, she reached in the bag one more time, and pulled out a pair of red heels! I almost thought I would lose it then!
(My wife has only one pair of heels, that she has had since our wedding! She knows I find them really exciting, but she doesn't really like them or walking in them. I often joked that she wouldn't need to wear them much, just in the bedroom! For me!)
These heels were solid, and only about 3 inches or so, but they looked great. She slipped them on. I was enraptured!
She went over to my dresser, and took out a condom pack. (Although we had two children, then I had a vasectomy, in later years she asked that I go back to using a condom, because "my stuff" made her itch. If this meant sex was going to happen, I was okay with it.)
She said she would be right back. The waiting got me briefly anxious and curious. She returned with a warm, wet facecloth. She reminded me no touching until she said so.
She stroked my penis, and said "Hello", "It's been a little while".
I said "He's been waiting!".
She said "I know"
After a few more strokes, I was beginning to leak a bit. She then picked up the washcloth, and wiped my cock and balls. I started to fidget up and down, and wiggling. She then bent over, and took me in her mouth. I thought this was going to be it! I was grateful for the attention, but I wanted much more. I wanted to have actual sex, especially with her dressed this way!
After a few times up and down, with some active licking and sucking, I thought I would lose it! Then she stopped. (NO!, I thought) But then she picked up the condom pack, opened it, and rolled the condom on me. At least, she meant for me to cum!
She then looked at me with a sort of grin, and said
