It was early afternoon and I'd just finished showering after doing the yard work. I threw on a pair of shorts, cracked open a cold one, sat on the couch and switched on a baseball game. My wife, Barb, had just returned from her run. Sweat soaked her top and I could make out the nipples of her cute A cups. After twenty years of marriage I still could not get enough of her delectable body. We enjoyed a healthy sex life which included some fantasy and role play.
"Hey babe, I'm going to take a quick shower. Then maybe we can do something later," she said.
"Sure thing," I replied. "I'll be here waiting on you."
Twenty minutes later she walked in wrapped in a towel, her fingers brushing through her short hair she sat down next to me. "Why do guys like baseball so much?" she asked watching the TV screen.
"Probably because it's a metaphor for dating," I replied.
"What do you mean?" she inquired looking at me.
"Well, when guys get together the topic eventually turns to sex and the common question is 'Did you score on that date?' I replied.
"Really?" Barb responded. "Guys actually talk about sex?" she said with a wink and a smile.
"Oh yeah," I responded. "Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'I can't even get to first base with her'?"
"Oh yeah. I remember some of my guy friends saying that but I really didn't know what they were talking about."
"Well, let me educate you," I volunteered. "Before you can score, you have to reach first base," I said as I moved in to kiss her. Her soft lips eagerly opened and we probed each other's mouths with our tongues. Barb softly moaned as we kissed.
Breaking our kiss, I softly said "Once we reach first base, we try for second." I slowly slid my hand into her towel and cupped one of her gorgeous breasts while I resumed kissing her. Barb's moans intensified. I trailed kisses down her neck and bathed a nipple with my tongue before latching my mouth around it. I fondled her other breast with my hand, rolling the nipple between my thumb and index finger.
"Oh God, that feels so nice," Barb hissed. She arched her back, the towel falling away as her breathing labored. Barb has sensitive nipples and is one of those rare women who can orgasm with just breast and nipple play. Her sighs and shallow breathing told me she was close. She held my head to her breast as her orgasm wracked her lithe body. "Oh my God, you do that so well," she whispered as she gasped for air. A few minutes later, her breathing back to normal, she asked, "What's next?".
"Well," I replied, "if we successfully reach second base then we try to steal third."
"Mmmmmm," Barb purred.
"Stealing third usually involves a head first slide," I continued as I trailed kisses from her breasts, down her taut stomach, towards her shaven pussy. Her orgasm had resulted in drops of cum oozing from her pussy. As I lightly breathed on her and drank in the aroma of her arousal, I barely touched her slit with the tip of my tongue. A deep groan emanated from Barb. As she thrust her hips up I backed away, teasing her. I brushed her pussy lips ever so lightly with my fingers while one hand continued to massage a breast. Her body shivered at the touch and I watched the ripples play across her taut stomach. I slowly inserted the tip of one finger between her lips generating another groan.
"Don't tease me, baby," she whimpered as she attempted to shove my fingers deeper into her dripping cunt by thrusting her hips up. I continued to toy with her, delighting in her body's responses to my ministrations.
"I need to cum, baby," she mewed. "Oh God, please, please, pleeeeeeeaaaaase," she wailed. I lowered my mouth to her pussy lips while easing two fingers in to caress her G spot. Fluid was leaking copiously from her sodden cunt. I heard her breathing change to shallow gasps as her body bucked towards my mouth and fingers.
