"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked my husband, noting the radiant expression plastered all over his face.
"Do I need a reason to look at you?" he asked, "Can't I just look at my beautiful wife for no reason?"
I shook my head, chuckling at his whimsical expression and walked into our bedroom, ignoring his poor attempt to flirt. Max and I have been married for eight years, and we had been together for six more years before that. Which meant that I knew exactly what was going through his head when he looked at me.
Apart from losing some hair and easing into a handsome dad bod, Max didn't change much, especially when it came to his flirting techniques. For as long as I've known him, he always curled up his right cheek into an amorous half-smile whenever he tried to flirt. And his eyes would settle into a soft, teasing gaze, probably thinking that he could lure me in just by looking at me. Hence why I started to giggle when he put on his act the other night; it was his way of telling me that he's horny and that he wanted me to do something about it. After fourteen years together, he was still just as turned on by me as when we first met.
Notwithstanding the fact that we're nowhere near as hot as we used to be, we still found each other attractive. We've grown together, and that's the beauty of it all. We've stopped trying to impress one another a long time ago, and we've since grown comfortable with our bodies the way they are. We became unapologetic about our interests, desires, and fantasies, so I decided to play along and let him think that I was oblivious to his plan. Max walked into our bedroom and sat down on our bed, watching me fold the laundry and following me with his eyes as I paced around the room, putting all of our clothes away.
"I never realised how good your butt looks in those shorts," he said, tilting his head to one side, trying to get a better view. I sucked my cheeks in, trying to hide the grin that grew over my face. Despite having heard that line a million times from him, I still couldn't resist it. I walked over to his side without saying anything and did a little booty shake, teasing him and getting him even more excited.
Max pulled my arm down, and I fell onto the bed next to him, "Babe wouldn't you be much more comfortable if you take them off?" he said, tugging at my shorts and leaning onto me. He placed his arms around my waist and kissed my left shoulder, then my right shoulder and then my neck and my lips. I ran my fingers through his hair and watched as the enthusiasm on his face grew, his eyes now glowing.
How did I get so lucky? How did I find such an amazing husband who still finds me sexy and attractive even when I look like this? Wearing my worn-out baggy home clothes? But before I could dwell on my thoughts, Max pulled me up for another kiss; this time, it was more intense and soulful. A spark of energy shot through my chest down to my most sensitive jewel as we continued to kiss and rub our bodies together. We parted our lips slightly, just enough to allow us to whisper to each other, "I think you should be kissing me elsewhere," he said, guiding my hand down to his growing crotch. "Just about here." He continued, letting out a sigh.
Over the years, I've mastered my blow job technique to stroke, lick and suck all of his favourite spots, and I secretly loved watching him enjoy it. The expression on his face showed just how much control I had over him with just the tip of my tongue.
I crawled onto my knees and hooked my fingers onto his waistband, pulling his pants down to his ankles. Then just as my lips were inches away from his rock-hard member, Max pulled me up and said, "Get your dildo and some lube. I want you to sit on it while you suck me off."
My face must have glowed with anticipation!
Fucking the same person for fourteen years gets boring, so we experimented with a number of toys to keep our sex life burning over the years. We tried all sorts of fancy vibrators, butt plugs and nipple clamps, but our cheap silicone dildo was one of our top favourites. I leaned down onto my belly and reached over to our bottom drawer to look for our dildo, and just as I managed to grab it, I felt Max pulling my shorts off. He spread my legs open and lifted my hips up just enough to give him space to lick my pussy from behind. I gasped with delight and let out a soft moan as I felt the tip of his tongue exploring my slit, then I handed him our dildo covered in lube and watched as his eyes grew fonder.
Max spread my legs open once more, covered my vagina with lube and carefully slid the dildo as far in as he could. A moan slipped through my lips as my pussy hugged the cold silicone that was pressing up against my favourite spot. I bit my tongue and inhaled deeply, taking a second to enjoy the deep penetrating feeling, then I pushed myself to sit at the edge of the bed and pressed the base of the dildo against our mattress. Max was already standing up, proudly grasping his cock and pointing it towards my face. I cupped his balls with one hand, and as I looked up into his eyes, I wrapped my other hand around his shaft, took out my tongue and licked his dick from the base up to the tip. Exaggerating it and making sure that he saw me licking it like I would lick a tasty ice lolly. I wanted to show him how much I enjoyed doing that, "Fuck, you taste so good." I mumbled and then closed my eyes and started to gently suck on his cock.
Massaging it with my tongue, swirling around the tip and gently sucking his balls one at a time. I looked up and saw him tilting his head back with his hands supporting his neck, and I knew that he was enjoying it. I stuck my tongue out, making more space for his cock, and took him in as far as I could manage. Gagging over him and covering him with spit, then I placed my hand at the base of his shaft and sealed my lips around the tip. Bobbing my head and bouncing on my dildo.