The ocean breeze flutters the curtains and runs across the room, gently caressing my skin. The sun has been up for a while, and I am likely the last one to notice. I like an empty house to start the day: get people out and about before I have my first cup of coffee. Summer is for enjoying. Few things bring me more joy than starting slow, and not really getting too vigorous from there.
I sit up, fluff the pillow, stretch and lean my head back into it: it wraps itself around my face, blocking daylight from my eyes for a few more precious moments. Oh, my god - that liminal space between being asleep and awake is the most delightful.
Half dreaming, my cock stirs thinking back to last night: my gorgeous wife putting on a show before grinding on my face: letting me lap up the juices from her generous pussy lips as multiple orgasms reverberated through her body. The taste of her continues to delight me, and how hard she comes fascinates me no end. 20 years together we are still at it like rabbits. Amy gets wet from the lightest stimulation, a dirty word whispered in her ear can turn her into a sex pot: a wet wife - oh god - is a good wife.
She's an amazing woman, such delightful company, so fucking sexy: Blond straight bob, big smile permanently plastered on her face. Smart, elegant, tanned legs seemingly going for miles, firm ass and tits even after all these years. Most sexy of all, she exudes confidence - not the posturing brash kind, but one that comes from spending these many years just super comfortable in one's own skin. I am #blessed, as the youth might say.
My cock is #hardening with all these thoughts pleasantly whirring through my head: her crawling between my legs, softly kissing the base of my cock as she gently cradle my balls in her hands. Her tongue following a vein the length of my rod, flicking around the base of the head. Giggles, as kissing that most sensitive spot right at the point where the foreskin gathers beneath the head, I jerk back slightly and my cock swells in her hands.
"Careful!" her voice commanding.
- Me careful, you bet. Doing anything rash right now would be foolish. She's in charge of the show: "Like I told you," she knows what I like and I am just going to lay here and live into it.
She carefully pecks at my hardening cock, squeezing my semi-erect tool between her hands while licking precum off the head. Giggling like a teenager.
She gently lifts my clean shaven balls, passing them from one hand to the other. They are heavy with cum. She playfully kneads them in her hands as she continues stimulating my swollen tool with her mouth.
Last night was the third in a row where she would not let me orgasm: not _in_ her, not on her face, not on her beautiful breasts or her sharp ass. She does this from time to time, tells me she loves the sense of me walking around heavy with juices, horny as hell. Of course I can jack off any time I want, but I love the thought of holding back and coming hard. Of building a massive reservoir ready to shoot thick ropes of semen inside her, and all over her sexy body.
Oh God, I love my wife: so incredibly sexy, so talented, always finding new ways to pleasure me. Early on in our relationship we agreed that variety is the spice of life: Open, but always discreet. We found a shared passion for the female form. Whether together, or on our own: we enjoy the tall ones, the short ones; the amazons and the twiggys; the giggly, the serious; the devilish and the innocents; the primadonnas and the grinders: in all senses of the word.
Jealousy is real. I particularly find it challenging to listen to Amy's accounts of her solo adventures: exotic locales and specimen. However, her tales of conquest also turn me on; and sometimes being introduced to these women later on, knowing their most intimate secrets and desires is an incredible high I have sought, but not found anywhere else.
Giggles come from the other side of room. I raise my head out of the pillow cocoon I have created, someone else?
At first I don't recognize the trim body between my legs. However, beyond the wild fantasy of a curly blond head of hair bouncing vigorously on my cock, I see my my sexy wife: draped in her reading chair by the window. Not reading, but intently taking in the opposite angle of what meets my eyes: underneath the blond curls, a young siren on her knees between my legs. Slender hands holding on tight to my now erect cock, soft mouth hungrily kissing and urgently licking my bulbous head, like it is soft-serve ice cream on the boardwalk - eager to lap it up before it melts.
I raise myself up on my elbows and scooch backwards, pulling the young siren with me as if my cock is her leash. Leaning back on the headboard, I can more comfortably take in the whole delightful scene: Oh my god, it is Zoe!
Hanging on to it for her life, I have dragged the cock sucking beauty with me towards the head of the bed. Toothy grin, big steel blue eyes full of intimidated lust, looking up at me from behind bouncing curls. Strong arms tugging at me with long fingers wrapped around my veiny tool. She has crawled after what feeds her, and buries my cock in her mouth, her skinny ass raised in the air between my legs as she continues vigorously bobbing on my manhood.
I have never heard Amy speaking of Zoe in an intimate way, but my blue balls and her wicked smile over by the window reveals this has been some time coming. I have to say I very much approve. The college freshman is a second generation member of my wife's swimming sorority - The Mermaids. Zoe's mom, Erin, has been close with Amy since they met on swim team in college. Although she has revealed dirty desires in drunken moments, Erin has withstood my wife's advances over the years, and Amy has seem content with their deep platonic relationship.
