This is my first Literotica story and is, in fact, not a story but the best recollection I have of our sex life in a very conventional 30 year marriage and 40 year relationship. I like Literotica stories but there is too much formulaic fantasy and too much AI written tales now. So, if you want to read totally true memories of a pretty average relationship life, spiced by periodic high points of sex, then read on safe in the knowledge that this all happened.
Now, I should describe us to get some context. I am Tom and my wife is Kate. We are caucasian and heterosexual, late 50's. Kate is 5' 3", blond, blue eyes, pert 34D chest and cute Mom ass, after two grown up sons. She has never shaved her pussy (unlike the hairless women in so many fantasy stories) but keeps a neat trimmed American style bush. She laughs a lot and her smile dazzles with an infectious laugh. She is good for her age, but the menopause is adding some weight to her at last.
But she can still flirt with the best of them, and while quite conservative, she could suddenly change gear in a bedroom an surprise me no end! I am dark/grey haired, 5'10", ex-rugby type, with a little too much weight now, but was a sporty type in the day. And that is where most of these tales come from, back in the day. I have a pretty average 6" dick, but it is thick - very filling, according to partners - and two unusually big bollocks which always raise eyebrows. I am a successful business owner and Kate is a retired teacher and Mom. About to be a Granny too, which means a GILF at last for me to fuck! We live near London in a beautiful village in a lovely big house, and we are very lucky. Really no issues to complain about.
We met at University and dated on and off for ages, falling in and out with each other, until she married someone else and I had to woo her back, which is a story in itself. We married in 94 and the boys followed quickly, and they are another story, if you like conception and impregnation stories!
So, there we. Pretty lucky middle class, middle aged white couple with 40 years of sex behind us and some pretty good tales. But which one first?
Okay. One story captures a lot of our kinks in one and dates back to 2006, when we were both 40. This will set the tone for this thread, so to speak.
Kate and I were invited to a friends opulent renewal of vows back in 2006 at a very swish London West End Hotel. Okay, it was Claridges. The couple were 10 years older than us and had 150 of their closest friends(!) to dinner and dancing. Now, I knew them well from business and she was the talent of the team, a brilliant business woman. The vow renewal started with a blessing and then went on to Claridges for the champagne and dinner/ canapes. Kate and I had got there the night before, to make a weekend of it and her folks had taken the two boys for a visit to Legoland or something similar.
Anyway, Kate did like a weekend away and she always says big, luxury hotels make her horny, and so Friday night we checked in and had a quick, late supper in the legendary bar. 3 Martinis later and Kate is having a ball, lit up like a lamp, and making it clear she was fizzing to get upstairs to our lovely large room. She gazed at me intently and laughed at everything I said, and twiddled her hair which she ALWAYS has done when keen on someone or wanting to get railed. In the lift, on our way up, I tried to kiss her but she pushed me away teasing, then flashed her black lace panties at me, a far cry from her normal M&S mum knickers! I chased her to our room, and pushed her in scrambling at my jacket.
She was frantically undoing my trousers, and whipped down my boxers to get at my dick. On her knees, she closed her mouth immediately around my dick and began to give the best head. Kate is very good at giving head, a really keen amateur expert, but perhaps sucks too much and sometimes scrapes with her teeth. Who cares?! She loves eye contact and watches my reaction, getting turned on by my level of ecstasy. I therefore ham it up and she loves me to squirm with pleasure. Kate is however, not a deep throater (porn star activity) and doesn't like the taste of spunk so tends to avoid swallowing or taking a full load in her mouth. On the other hand, she does love to feel a bare cock inside her and always prefers a hot load all over her cervix than over her face!
Back to Claridges. Very soon I had her on all fours on the edge of the huge bed, her panties pushed to the side, her dress bunched round her, my balls slapping against her clit and my cock right inside her. As we fucked wildly, I fantasized for her about her doing this with another guy and I was just some bloke she had picked up, and she was egging me on to come fast before her husband returned. It was and remains one of our favourite fantasies (for reasons explained later) and always brings us both off. This time was no exception and I remember her clutching the bed sheet, and clenching her vagina around my dick as she came noisily and I had a very intense orgasm, flooding her as always. Having big balls, I am a very heavy cummer and get a good deal of stick from Kate as she always ends up sleeping in a wet patch!
Now, don't forget the fantasy there. It is important as you will read later.
Having filled Kate to the brim, i withdrew and we stripped. She stumbled to the bathroom to pee. i kicked off my clothes and pulled back the covers. I heard the bidet as Kate washed herself and she reappeared naked and stumbled to bed. In minutes we were asleep thanks to the martinis and relaxed with a late start.
I recall that our start was later than we thought! We woke late and realised we didn't have time for another shag as we needed to get to breakfast and our mates' renewal service. While Kate bathed and i shaved, she raised our fantasy chat the previous night. I often fantasised about sharing her with another ma, since we had done once before very drunk at uni. Kate said that a) no one would want to sleep with her given her age and stretch marks (as if!), b) that i would not let another guy actually compete for her pussy and c) that how did you find someone to do it with. We bantered about all three points and left if unresolved as a married debate. She did squeeze my semi though, on her way past saying that I obviously did like the idea.
Breakfasted and dressed, we hurried to the church in South Audley Street for our friends over the top renewal service. Audley Street is a beautiful church and we all like a good wedding. Kate was again all lit up with excitement and cried at various points as Ann and David renewed their vows. Kate was very emotionally engaged and it occurred to me that she must have been on a hormonal high. Ovulation? check mental diary....
The service was fun, though not really my thing, and i was keen to get back to Claridge's to continue our weekend with some afternoon shagging with my gorgeous, sweet, sexy wife before the party that night. We moved on from Audley to a champagne reception at Claridge's and we got tucked intonthe canapes and Veuve Cliquot with some old mates, but mainly business partners.