My wife, Shelly, loves her phone. It seems that she lives solely to talk, chat, and message on it at every idle moment. She takes it with her everywhere, to the bathroom, to do laundry, bringing groceries in from the car, everywhere. This would not be uncommon for a seventeen year old girl, but for my forty year old wife it is a bit atypical.
I never really thought about why she never let the phone out of her sight. I suppose I was aware that she never left me alone with her phone but I never thought much about it. In hindsight I now see why she kept her phone near her.
One evening three weeks ago, is when I found out why she kept her phone so personal and secretive. Who would have thought that it was her phone that betrayed her that evening? I would never have thought that Shelly would make such a simple mistake in the operation of her phone. But she did. This was the first surprise of that eventful evening. Yes, that was quite a surprise, however it was the second and third surprises of that same evening were the most impacting. These other two surprises would change my life, in fact it would change both of our lives forever.
Shelly and I have been married for 19 years. She is an attractive brunette of 5'7". I say 'attractive' and she is, but not in a supermodel kind of way. More of a girl next door, bring home to Mom and Dad kind of way. In my younger days when women were scored on a scale, I would have called her an eight. Although when she was younger she was a nine.
Today she carries a few extra pounds but is not 'heavy'. She has shoulder length brunette hair, big brown eyes, and a ready smile. She has delicate hands, a few freckles and a pleasant countenance. She also has big ripe tits. For a mother and a forty year old, her tits are fantastic. They are not the hard proud tits of her youth anymore, instead they are larger but with only a modicum of sag and displaying nipples that easily harden to ripe points at any form of arousal.
Her ass is spectacular. Again, when she was eighteen hers was a fantasy ass; hard, tiny and tight. This was no doubt due to her constant involvement in sports. At that time I just loved to look at it and touch it, I still do. Today her ass is still hard but not quite as tiny and tight. My favourite view of her ass is when I am giving her a massage as she lays face down on the bed, naked. That position puts her gorgeous ass on display for me as I stroke and caress it.
I love to massage Shelly's back, her legs and her ass. This is what I find most arouses her, and to be honest, me. I can't help but focus my massage on Shelly's delicious ass. She obviously enjoys it as well I know, because after a few minutes of attention on her ass she slowly spreads her legs, giving me access to the prize.
Shelly doesn't shave her pussy. I don't think she even trims it, but it is not overrun with thick dark pubic hair. Her pubic mound is thinly covered with light brown soft, downy hair. Her pubic hair is not sparse but it certainly isn't thick or heavy. You can see her delicious flesh through the light hair, flesh, and the little slit of her recessed lips.
Her pussy tastes delicious, and I lick and nibble on it whatever chance I get.
I like to lick and suck her pussy for two reasons. I love the taste and aroma of it for my sake, and for Shelly's sake I like to make her cum. She always cums when I tease and lick her wet slit. She loves it when I nibble and flick my tongue over her little bud.
I do love to make her cum. Watching and hearing her cum is my favourite part of making love with her, I just wish that she would cum regularly when we fucked. Oh sure, it happens from time to time, but for the most part on that aspect I'm afraid Shelly got the short end of the stick.
Pardon the pun.
Actually I am not tiny, just under six inches long, but I always wished I was longer. Shelly asks me to fuck her hard and to "go as deep as I can", when we fuck. I wish I could go another inch or two and give her what she really seems to want.
Having a cock that is not very big is not the big problem though. The real issue is that I cum too fast - almost every time.
When we fuck I will typically last only a couple of minutes. Undoubtedly Shelly would love it to last longer. She will sometimes feel me starting to get too excited and so she will lock her legs around mine so I can't thrust. She holds me like that with my cock just touching her pussy lips, holding me still so I don't thrust, just to make it last longer.
She will slide her slit along the tip of my hard prick to keep herself in the spirit of arousal but it is not effective. Without me stroking my hard prick in and out of her, it slows down her excitement at least as much as it does mine.
The end result in almost every time we make love is that I cum and she doesn't. I hate that, and I can assume that Shelly isn't too happy about it either.
Once I cum our love making is over. I would eagerly tease and finger and play even lick her to get her to cum after I have finished, but she will have none of it. Once I cum, whether she has or not, she heads off the bathroom to get cleaned up. For the past fifteen years we have never had sex twice in succession or even in the same day. I have pursued it but she has never been open to it.
She says, "You came, that is enough," and there is no more intimacy, she gets up and goes to clean up in the bathroom.
Shelly has become quite religious over the past few years and sex is not something that is easy or comfortable for her to discuss even in the marriage bed.
She used to be more sexually adventurous but now sex is pretty simple and uninspired. I have often wondered if she is less interested because of her recent religious conviction or because of my poor performance, or both. I have asked to bring toys into the bedroom but she is set against it, calling them gross. I secretly think that she is afraid that she would like them too much and become addicted to them.
Anyway, that is a bit of history about us which will give some perspective to what happened one night three weeks ago. That was the night when Shelly's phone accidentally gave her away.
Shelly is the volunteer director with the local minor league baseball association. As part of her duties she has to attend a variety of meetings and events, both home and away, throughout the year.
Three weeks ago Shelly and two other minor ball officials had to travel out of town for a weekend conference. It was to a city about a four hour drive away and I expressed some interest in going along.
Shelly didn't exactly say I shouldn't go but she did try to dissuade me, saying that the meetings often went into the night and she wouldn't have any free time. As the trip drew near I brought up the idea of me going a couple of more times, but I noticed that she tried to discourage me more and more. She kept coming up with reasons for me not to go.
"We can go together another weekend so we can be together."
"I'll be too tired in the evenings to do anything."
"We can't do dinner as I have to attend banquets for the association and you couldn't come."
In the end, I accepted her recommendation and decided to stay home. It was the worst and best decision I have ever made.
The weekend that Shelly was going away arrived, and I was actually kind of excited to have some 'me' time. Shelly had made arrangements to travel with the others and they left before I was done work on Friday. I called her enroute.
"Hi, how is the drive?"
"Oh, good, we are about halfway there."
"Alright. What is the itinerary for tonight?"
"Oh, meet and greet at the conference center. That will go late. What about you?"
"I'm going golfing with Ted."
"Oh, great! Say 'Hi' to Ted for me."
"Okay. I'll let you go, I have to get ready. Call me later."
"Okay. Bye, I love you."
"Love you."
