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.
Zoe and her mom has joined us along with a few more Mermaids this weekend for a charity open water swim event. What my wife does before the break of dawn on Saturday mornings is really none of my business: Raising money for good causes is one of the the official objectives of the Saturday morning swim club, preparing a beautiful 18 year old for sexual adventures on my bed might just be a nice added benefit.
Not that I have anything against anyone of the Mermaids: having a pack of athletic women around the house for after swim coffees, general socializing and group trips is a delightful consequence of Amy's focus on staying in shape, while I get to sleep in.
Zoe is a strong athlete, seemingly built for efficiently moving through water. Her breasts probably a little too big to support her ambitions to be a backstroke champion swimmer in college like her mother, but her stroke is streamlined and she somehow seem to float on top of the water in her favored event. Her stroke on my cock is not half bad either, as she theatrically pops my mushroom head in and out of her mouth accompanied by giggles.
Wild curly hair flowing, her rocket tits push against my thighs as Zoe keeps bopping on my cock between my spread legs. Letting go of her suckhold, my tool slides out of her mouth. An embarrassed smile on her face as it ricochet off her face and Zoe wipes sloppy juices off her chin. She adoringly kiss my cock just beneath the head before turning her head towards my wife.
I raise my eyes. Behind the young cocksucker, only wearing a loose fitting white coverup, my sexy wife: one foot up on the cushion she sits on, the palm of her hand resting on the clean shaven mons above her exposed pussy. Amy nods to Zoe before she meets my eyes with a another wicked grin and turns her attention back to the slender teenage ass swaying in the air between us.
The reverse view has got to be such a turn on. The athletic 18 year old, bent over in a puppy pose, skinny ass wiggling in the air, legs apart for balance. Amy is craning her neck back, biting her lip as she soaks up the scene in front of her. Flattered by the attention bestowed on her, Zoe turns her head towards me and dives down for my cock again.
Fondling my balls while kissing and sucking my veiny tool with youthful vigor, it takes all my concentration to not cum just from the sight of Amy's arousal from all this. Increasing the speed of her hand sliding between her legs, I forget all about my own delight as I admire her appetite for the view of this teenager's tail swaying with the action in front of her. Amy arches her back in delight and slides out of the chair, onto the floor. The movement catches Zoe's attention and she stops fondling my balls: my cock slides out of her mouth again as she turns her head to see what's happening behind her.
Maybe a bit embarrassed: "Like I told you," Amy repeats, sternly this time. From my angle I can see that Zoe pushes her midriff down, her ass high in the air as my wife slides in behind her at the foot of the bed. Our eyes meet: mine says 'thank you', Amy's eyes give away a a generous smile as she ducks behind the heart shaped outline of that sharp little ass in front of her.
Zoe complies with the instructions, and grabs my cock at the root. Her hands are cold, bringing short relief as blood yet again rush to my cock: my life force pushing through her double grip. Her steel blue eyes holds my attention. She seems to enjoy the spectacle she has created by simply holding on to me as if her life depends on it.
