This is the third part of my Birthday Weekend. A quick recap is that my darling loving wife has granted me a weekend full of as much sex as I can handle. We have not had intercourse for a few years. That being said, I was determined to gorge myself on her. She is submitting to my whims and is, in deed, my Submissive. Yesterday I shaved her mound and licked her until she squirted. Then I fucked her a couple of times. With each act, she seems to be loosening up on her 'pussy strings. However this is the end of my fantasy weekend.
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The drive from the equestrian tack shop to our doorstep was quiet. I had insisted that Jill, my wife of nearly 40 years, walk into a local equestrian tack shop to purchase a riding crop for me. Well, really for her, you'll find out shortly. I had further insisted that she go in wearing nothing but a shear, sundress and her best and highest healed shoes. Nothing else, no panties and especially, no bra to shield her D sized breasts. I secretly wanted her cherry sized nipples be at least semi-evident. I observed from a few steps away, pretending not to be connected with her. It worked like a charm.
Now, Jill sat in the passenger seat, firmly gripping and flexing the newly purchased riding crop; She knows I'm going to use it on her. She's probably wondering, trying hard not to be fearful.
"Did you happen to catch that nice young man's name?"
"Richard!" was all she said sounding a little exasperated.
"Well, what did he say to you?"
"Oh god, it was so embarrassing. He told me that he sells that particular riding crop to other ladies. He went on about this 'popular model' for ladies, 'like me'."
Did you find that erotic?
"What do you think? I could feel him staring down at my nipples the whole time. Geeze, I was sure he could probably smell my juice slipping out." Please don't ever make me do that again."
"So, it made you horny, eh?"
Her: I'm not going to answer that, I can't even admit to myself how sexy Richard was. I'm speechless, I have never, ever looked at another man like I looked at him. I guess it was the context. In there, dressed the way I am and looking only for a crop. He must have known it was for some sort of kinky sex.
I should not feel like this. I should not have felt that desire. I cannot unsee him, nor can I unfeel that desire. It's only a desire, a forbidden adulterous desire. There is no way I'm telling Jack that. No way!
She didn't answer. Jill was silent for the rest of the drive home. I was wondering what was going on inside her head. Had I gone to too far this time. Perhaps I had embarrassed her, even humiliated her, this time, to a perfect stranger. I was unsure of myself as I opened the doors for her. Jill would not look me in the eye, her face was flushed. Was it shame, anxiety, angst or was it rage? I could not read her.
Jill pushed the crop unceremoniously into my hands as we made our way into the kitchen. Then she swirled around and faced me. Nose to nose, her eyes wide, like a deer in the headlights. In a second fluid movement she wrapped her arms around me and shot her tongue into my mouth. I did not know exactly what she was thinking about me but I knew it was not rage.
I could feel her pushing her body into me. It felt like she was trying to rub her sex into me, almost like she was humping me.
That was my que; I tugged her dress up and over her head. She did not resist or flinch, in fact she held her arms up, over her head to facilitate her denuding. She was quite a beautiful sight. Her shoulders back, her breasts thrust proudly forward, nipples in full erection.
Not only was her face flushed but her whole body was flushed. Her gorgeous breasts were pink and heaving. Her feet were nicely parted allowing the view of her slippery wet vulva lips.
As if she suddenly remembered, she slid her hands up over her belly and cupped her breasts like she was offering them to me. She pinched her nipples, not to engorge them this time but to feel the tingle that sent little lightening bolts from her breasts down to her crotch.
I pulled her tight to me and we kissed deeply again. I felt her tongue probe and swirl deep in my mouth. I knew she was sexually excited and ripe for pleasure.
Despite her age, she is still beautiful, sexy and attractive to me. I loved her shape. Her butt is not oversized but very squeezable and I love to watch the little surface waves when I fuck her from behind. Her breasts are still fairly filled out and firm for a woman over 60 and of course her nipples are as sensitive and sensual as ever.
Now that her pussy has been cleanly shaven, I can take particular delight on feasting on it with my tongue and my eyes. Her little vulva lips swell up when she is horny and ready. They are, with out a doubt puffed out. A little of her natural lubricant is dribbling out.
I have to work hard to resist throwing her on the table and licking her slick cunt. But, instead, I want to toy with her for just a little while.
