This is my first story so go easy! My head's full of them and they're mostly true. By that I mean they'll always be about real people and real events. Some of the actual dialogue or detail may have been changed for the benefit of the reader. Think of it like airbrushing the skin blemish off a model. I'm going to put them all in Loving Wives because my wife is very much the love of my life. They're not all going to be about sharing but they'll take you on our journey flirting with the edges.
I guess I'd better start by telling you a little about ourselves. I'm Rob and my wife is Jackie. We're pretty standard middle class people from Australia -- house in the suburbs, 2 kids in good schools, I have a career but J stopped working for the kids and we have no need financially for her to go back to work so she never did. So far, so unexciting. We're both around 50 and have been married for nearly 20 years.
Jackie's a gorgeous (to me) redhead who was a complete knockout in her 20s -- big 34E firm tits, tight gym body, gorgeous heart sharped ass, curly golden red long tresses, pale skin, blue eyes. She's not tall, only 5'3" so has always disliked her legs but they're wonderfully shapely and still are a quarter of a century later. We're both in reasonable shape but we're not 25 any more. When she was 30 she was diagnosed with cancer and the surgery & treatment took some toll but all worth it as she's still very much here. One thing the chemo did do was thin her hair out -- all of it -- which is hardly noticeable on her head but has got her out of ever dealing with underarms, and turned her pussy into a beautiful sparsely furred patch without much need for trimming.
Sexually the quantity of our encounters has decreased over the years -- hey, kids will do that! -- but the quality has most definitely improved. Whether it's a long afternoon of lovemaking when we've got rid of the kids on someone else, or a Saturday night quickie trying not to alert them, we're both always left in a sweaty, sated heap. J comes a lot and she likes it to be loud and hard. So it always works better for us if the kids ARE out and we can make as much noise as we like. I don't mind the infrequency, especially if that's what makes it so good. Especially as one of my near fetishes is pumping a huge load into a pussy; the volume of cum and feeling every spurt pulsing up my shaft makes my orgasm ten times as intense, and firing huge loads multiple times a day every day is something that definitely only happens in stories.
We've explored a few things in our time and shared with each other a few fantasies and likes. Given the chance I'll be much dirtier than her, but she's a lot more adventurous than she used to be. She indulges my delight for fucking her in heels, she doesn't ask too many questions about what I'm doing to her when I eat her out so long as the feelings are great, I've got her to fuck a few times in compromising positions where she could get caught in the open, she's allowed me once or twice to take some photos (but never video!), she'll wank for me so I can marvel at her pleasuring herself. Learning about each other is what has had our sex improving so much over time. But she hadn't, before the times these stories start, acquiesced in swallowing my load, using a sex toy, or in allowing anyone else in to our bed.
I love to eat her pussy. She used to hold back in the belief that if she came on my tongue, she wouldn't be able to come on my cock but has learned to let go. Her orgasms when I'm dining at the Y are huge and intense whether I'm just using my mouth or my fingers too. She's also got a lot better and a lot more into sucking my cock over time. She does this thing where she swirls her tongue around the tip with the head of my cock in her mouth then suddenly without warning plunges down and takes me deep into her throat. It's intense. And one thing we both love is that we don't have to worry about pregnancy any more. We both always hated condoms and love the skin on skin feel of fucking bareback.
Anyway, enough intro. On to the story!
I'm going to start with how we got into this whole lifestyle in the first place and how I finally talked her into it. It started with one of our impromptu daytime sex sessions. Occasionally we hook up when the kids are at school, I'll dash back from work (fortunately it's quite flexible!) and we can enjoy ourselves. I've been nagging her for a while to make this more spontaneous rather than organise it a day or two beforehand -- nothing more annoying than her telling me in the late evening when she's too tired to do anything about it that she spent all morning feeling horny!
A few days prior, I'd said to her that if she ever felt horny, just TEXT ME and tell me -- and I'd drop everything and go home to give her a seeing to. I'd told her if she wanted to make me rock hard, texting a picture -- maybe of her beautiful dainty feet in some of her bedroom heels -- would do the trick.
So, I'm at work at around 10am and my phone pings. I took a look and it's from J
"Feeling frisky today...you told me to text if I was so...here I am".
I quickly checked my calendar. Nothing until 1pm. My heart started beating faster. Then my phone pinged again. I opened the text and my heart leapt into my mouth. She'd sent me a picture...of one foot, clad in a nude stocking, in her shiny black heels. These heels -- well, they're no good for walking. A 5" heel, which for her size 5 feet has her pretty much on tippy toe. But they're shiny, they have an ankle strap, and they're mighty good for fucking. But it was the stockings that had my cock instantly rock hard. I love them, she knows this, but she hasn't worn them for years. Says she's too old for them and her legs aren't good enough. None of which I agree with. But if she'd put them on today, that meant she was *really* horny.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I texted her back:
"Home in 20 minutes. I'm rock hard. Be in bed, wet and waiting"
My phone pinged again with a heart. I rushed out of the office and jumped in my car, and drove as fast as I reckoned I could get away with, turning over my approach in my mind. Jackie can be a bit sub sometimes and the tone of her texts -- and her choice to put on the stockings I love -- said she was in the frame of mind today. So I made one quick stop to text her again:
"When you hear my key in the lock, get on your hands and knees and make yourself ready for my cock. I need to be in you"
I didn't wait for a response but pulled straight back on to the road and shot off. Arriving in record time, I stopped for a moment outside the front door and took a deep breath. My dick was straining at my trousers.
Slowly I put the key in the lock and turned it and opened the door. The house was silent. I turned right, climbed the stairs and then left into our dressing room. The door to our bedroom was closed. I opened it slowly and walked quietly in.
I caught my breath at the sight that awaited me. She'd done exactly as I commanded. I was greeted by a vision of heaven...my beautiful wife on her knees in the middle of the bed, wearing a short black silky robe that was pulled up over her gorgeous heart shaped bum that was pushed back and up, her head down and buried in a pillow. Her legs parted, with a glimpse of glistening pussy. Feet in her shiny bedroom heels and the piece de resistance...her legs clad in shimmering, gold/nude stockings rising up to her thighs, held by the straining straps of a black garter belt. That belt with its waistband and straps framed her arse perfectly. I couldn't help but release a groan and she giggled, muffled by the pillow.
I stripped off quickly, just ripping my clothes off. She made to move but I ordered her to stay where she was and she complied. I got my face really close behind her to inspect her pussy...her lips were puffy and wet, juice glistening on her sparse hairs. I breathed deeply and smelled her aroma, involuntarily she parted her legs still further and pushed her bum back.
