Forty Years, Burning Bright

The past summer, 2020, my wonderful wife and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary by taking a short trip to our usual timeshare resort. We had a fantastic experience that I want to share. Our actual wedding date is the 12th, and it fell on the first day of our week-long vacation—as it happened, on a Sunday. It was God’s day and so appropriate for a Christian couple to celebrate a long marriage so blessed by our Lord.

Our condo unit was small, but adequate for two people. There was an entry area, then a queen size bed in the middle of the room, and a sitting area near the windows and sliding door to the deck. Of note, we were on the top floor, so the view was nice; more importantly, the height meant total privacy as no one could see into our unit.

As we have become slightly older (and wiser), my wife and I don’t usually eat a big or rich meal late in the evening, choosing a late lunch or an early dinner to avoid feeling so full at bedtime. So on our anniversary, we enjoyed a late lunch at the resort’s nicest restaurant, at 1:30 or so. After lunch, we walked some scenic trails around the resort before returning to our condo. By then, it was after 4 PM, so we changed into some lounging clothes (essentially, nice workout clothes). I made sure to wear Janet’s favorite shirt, a “performance” type tee that is slippery-soft and clings to my chest.

We settled on the couch and opened our iPad to a favorite computer game of ours, a crossword-type word scramble that we can snuggle up and play together to find the solutions to a series of puzzles. We sat snuggled up to each other on the couch with the iPad shared on our laps. Playing the game is intellectually stimulating to us, and working together to solve the puzzles will many times serve as “foreplay” for our bedtime sexual activities.

I assumed we would make love on our anniversary, but I expected we would wait until bedtime to enjoy each other’s bodies on our wedding day. However, because of the nice time we had enjoyed and the excitement of solving the games, Janet started our “physical” activities much earlier than I anticipated. While playing the game, my wife pressed in closer, and after a bit, she lowered her left hand from the iPad and let me take control of the keypad. As I filled in the letters, she slowly slid her hand upward, along my torso. I felt her fingers start to trace over the right side of my chest. My wife’s talented fingers have “radar” when it comes to my erogenous zones, and it wasn’t long before her fingers began circling their target.

“Mmm, I really like this shirt on you…” Janet whispered, her fingertips very lightly scratching the shirt over and around my areola.

“Hmmm,” I murmured back.

She was obviously interested in starting our anniversary “celebrations” early, and I was more than content to surrender to her wishes. My fingers were still resting on the keypad, but my concentration was now totally gone as I was soaking up her affection. Her fingertips worked a little harder, touching all around my erect nubbin. I gasped lightly, letting my hand fall into my lap. My wife kept going, moving her fingers from my right nipple to the left, giving it a little attention before returning to the right. She began using her thumb and finger to flick and tease my nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt.

“Ooh,Ho!” I gasped, mesmerized by her constant playing, my body shifting under her exquisite touch. I moved the iPad aside, and she just kept her fingers and thumb moving, until I was breathing harder. I knew she was thoroughly enjoying my responses as she played with my chest.

“You really like this, don’t you?” Janet murmured, softly demanding an answer.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned in surrender. I could only sit there, my arms limp at my sides, moaning constantly, melting under her sensual assault. I wanted to touch her, but I dared not move. Her relentless teasing of my nipples was so intense, so pleasurable, that I did not want to break the spell her fingers had placed on me!

After a couple more minutes, my wife mercifully decided it was time to change gears. “I think we need a break from the game,” Janet said, breathing into the side of my neck, making me tingle with light kisses on my skin.

“Ooooooh, yeah,” I sighed in agreement. I tried to reach up and touch Janet’s chest, but she said, “Not here… We need to move to the bed!”

My wife’s initiation of daytime lovemaking on our anniversary was so extremely exciting, I was nearly shaking with desire. Then Janet advised, “Before you come to bed, make sure the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is out and the door is locked. We won’t want any interruptions!”

I immediately got up and performed the tasks, and when I turned back around, I was rewarded by the sight of my beautiful wife of forty years stretched out on the bed. Janet had tossed her clothes away and was lying on her side on the bed, covers pulled back. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains of the large doors and windows caressed every wonderful curve of her body. My eyes drank in the sight of her. She knows how much I enjoy making love to her with some lights on, so I can fully appreciate the visual treat of seeing her body. This was beyond all that. My wife’s sensual act of putting herself “on display” made my libido skyrocket.

I walked over, slipped off my shirt and shorts, and slid onto the bed beside my wife. On her right side, Janet’s lower arm was extended toward me, her upper arm resting along her torso and hip. Her large breasts hung from her chest, creamy white torpedos of flesh. The right one rested on the bed, the left one sitting up a little higher. Her light pink nipples were already hardening, reaching out for my attention.

My wife looked at me with loving, hungry eyes. “Happy Anniversary,” she said.

“And to you,” I replied, leaning closer and giving her a sincere, passionate kiss, my hand reaching behind her neck to steady her head.

Between kisses, Janet murmured, “What would you like for your anniversary?”

My hand roamed along her shoulder and arm and found its way to her beautiful chest. I fondled and hefted her heavy breast, just barely grazing her nipple with the web of skin between my thumb and first finger. My wife’s talented fingers have “radar” when it comes to my erogenous zones, and it wasn’t long before her fingers began circling their target.

“Mmm, I really like this shirt on you…” Janet whispered, her fingertips very lightly scratching the shirt over and around my areola.

“Hmmm,” I murmured back.

She was obviously interested in starting our anniversary “celebrations” early, and I was more than content to surrender to her wishes. My fingers were still resting on the keypad, but my concentration was now totally gone as I was soaking up her affection. Her fingertips worked a little harder, touching all around my erect nubbin. I gasped lightly, letting my hand fall into my lap. My wife kept going, moving her fingers from my right nipple to the left, giving it a little attention before returning to the right. She began using her thumb and finger to flick and tease my nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt.

“Ooh,Ho!” I gasped, mesmerized by her constant playing, my body shifting under her exquisite touch. I moved the iPad aside, and she just kept her fingers and thumb moving, until I was breathing harder. I knew she was thoroughly enjoying my responses as she played with my chest.

“You really like this, don’t you?” Janet murmured, softly demanding an answer.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned in surrender. I could only sit there, my arms limp at my sides, moaning constantly, melting under her sensual assault. I wanted to touch her, but I dared not move. Her relentless teasing of my nipples was so intense, so pleasurable, that I did not want to break the spell her fingers had placed on me!

After a couple more minutes, my wife mercifully decided it was time to change gears. “I think we need a break from the game,” Janet said, breathing into the side of my neck, making me tingle with light kisses on my skin.

“Ooooooh, yeah,” I sighed in agreement. I tried to reach up and touch Janet’s chest, but she said, “Not here… We need to move to the bed!”

My wife’s initiation of daytime lovemaking on our anniversary was so extremely exciting, I was nearly shaking with desire. Then Janet advised, “Before you come to bed, make sure the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is out and the door is locked. We won’t want any interruptions!”

I immediately got up and performed the tasks, and when I turned back around, I was rewarded by the sight of my beautiful wife of forty years stretched out on the bed. Janet had tossed her clothes away and was lying on her side on the bed, covers pulled back. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains of the large doors and windows caressed every wonderful curve of her body. My eyes drank in the sight of her. She knows how much I enjoy making love to her with some lights on, so I can fully appreciate the visual treat of seeing her body. This was beyond all that. My wife’s sensual act of putting herself “on display” made my libido skyrocket.

I walked over, slipped off my shirt and shorts, and slid onto the bed beside my wife. On her right side, Janet’s lower arm was extended toward me, her upper arm resting along her torso and hip. Her large breasts hung from her chest, creamy white torpedos of flesh. The right one rested on the bed, the left one sitting up a little higher. Her light pink nipples were already hardening, reaching out for my attention.

My wife looked at me with loving, hungry eyes. “Happy Anniversary,” she said.

“And to you,” I replied, leaning closer and giving her a sincere, passionate kiss, my hand reaching behind her neck to steady her head.

Between kisses, Janet murmured, “What would you like for your anniversary?”

My hand roamed along her shoulder and arm and found its way to her beautiful chest. I fondled and hefted her heavy breast, just barely grazing her nipple with the web of skin between my thumb and first finger. My wife’s talented fingers have “radar” when it comes to my erogenous zones, and it wasn’t long before her fingers began circling their target.

“Mmm, I really like this shirt on you…” Janet whispered, her fingertips very lightly scratching the shirt over and around my areola.

“Hmmm,” I murmured back.

She was obviously interested in starting our anniversary “celebrations” early, and I was more than content to surrender to her wishes. My fingers were still resting on the keypad, but my concentration was now totally gone as I was soaking up her affection. Her fingertips worked a little harder, touching all around my erect nubbin. I gasped lightly, letting my hand fall into my lap. My wife kept going, moving her fingers from my right nipple to the left, giving it a little attention before returning to the right. She began using her thumb and finger to flick and tease my nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt.

“Ooh,Ho!” I gasped, mesmerized by her constant playing, my body shifting under her exquisite touch. I moved the iPad aside, and she just kept her fingers and thumb moving, until I was breathing harder. I knew she was thoroughly enjoying my responses as she played with my chest.

“You really like this, don’t you?” Janet murmured, softly demanding an answer.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned in surrender. I could only sit there, my arms limp at my sides, moaning constantly, melting under her sensual assault. I wanted to touch her, but I dared not move. Her relentless teasing of my nipples was so intense, so pleasurable, that I did not want to break the spell her fingers had placed on me!

After a couple more minutes, my wife mercifully decided it was time to change gears. “I think we need a break from the game,” Janet said, breathing into the side of my neck, making me tingle with light kisses on my skin.

“Ooooooh, yeah,” I sighed in agreement. I tried to reach up and touch Janet’s chest, but she said, “Not here… We need to move to the bed!”

My wife’s initiation of daytime lovemaking on our anniversary was so extremely exciting, I was nearly shaking with desire. Then Janet advised, “Before you come to bed, make sure the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is out and the door is locked. We won’t want any interruptions!”

I immediately got up and performed the tasks, and when I turned back around, I was rewarded by the sight of my beautiful wife of forty years stretched out on the bed. Janet had tossed her clothes away and was lying on her side on the bed, covers pulled back. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains of the large doors and windows caressed every wonderful curve of her body. My eyes drank in the sight of her. She knows how much I enjoy making love to her with some lights on, so I can fully appreciate the visual treat of seeing her body. This was beyond all that. My wife’s sensual act of putting herself “on display” made my libido skyrocket.

I walked over, slipped off my shirt and shorts, and slid onto the bed beside my wife. On her right side, Janet’s lower arm was extended toward me, her upper arm resting along her torso and hip. Her large breasts hung from her chest, creamy white torpedos of flesh. The right one rested on the bed, the left one sitting up a little higher. Her light pink nipples were already hardening, reaching out for my attention.

My wife looked at me with loving, hungry eyes. “Happy Anniversary,” she said.

“And to you,” I replied, leaning closer and giving her a sincere, passionate kiss, my hand reaching behind her neck to steady her head.

Between kisses, Janet murmured, “What would you like for your anniversary?”

My hand roamed along her shoulder and arm and found its way to her beautiful chest. I fondled and hefted her heavy breast, just barely grazing her nipple with the web of skin between my thumb and first finger. My wife’s talented fingers have “radar” when it comes to my erogenous zones, and it wasn’t long before her fingers began circling their target.

“Mmm, I really like this shirt on you…” Janet whispered, her fingertips very lightly scratching the shirt over and around my areola.

“Hmmm,” I murmured back.

She was obviously interested in starting our anniversary “celebrations” early, and I was more than content to surrender to her wishes. My fingers were still resting on the keypad, but my concentration was now totally gone as I was soaking up her affection. Her fingertips worked a little harder, touching all around my erect nubbin. I gasped lightly, letting my hand fall into my lap. My wife kept going, moving her fingers from my right nipple to the left, giving it a little attention before returning to the right. She began using her thumb and finger to flick and tease my nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt.

“Ooh,Ho!” I gasped, mesmerized by her constant playing, my body shifting under her exquisite touch. I moved the iPad aside, and she just kept her fingers and thumb moving, until I was breathing harder. I knew she was thoroughly enjoying my responses as she played with my chest.

“You really like this, don’t you?” Janet murmured, softly demanding an answer.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned in surrender. I could only sit there, my arms limp at my sides, moaning constantly, melting under her sensual assault. I wanted to touch her, but I dared not move. Her relentless teasing of my nipples was so intense, so pleasurable, that I did not want to break the spell her fingers had placed on me!

After a couple more minutes, my wife mercifully decided it was time to change gears. “I think we need a break from the game,” Janet said, breathing into the side of my neck, making me tingle with light kisses on my skin.

“Ooooooh, yeah,” I sighed in agreement. I tried to reach up and touch Janet’s chest, but she said, “Not here… We need to move to the bed!”

My wife’s initiation of daytime lovemaking on our anniversary was so extremely exciting, I was nearly shaking with desire. Then Janet advised, “Before you come to bed, make sure the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is out and the door is locked. We won’t want any interruptions!”

I immediately got up and performed the tasks, and when I turned back around, I was rewarded by the sight of my beautiful wife of forty years stretched out on the bed. Janet had tossed her clothes away and was lying on her side on the bed, covers pulled back. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains of the large doors and windows caressed every wonderful curve of her body. My eyes drank in the sight of her. She knows how much I enjoy making love to her with some lights on, so I can fully appreciate the visual treat of seeing her body. This was beyond all that. My wife’s sensual act of putting herself “on display” made my libido skyrocket.

I walked over, slipped off my shirt and shorts, and slid onto the bed beside my wife. On her right side, Janet’s lower arm was extended toward me, her upper arm resting along her torso and hip. Her large breasts hung from her chest, creamy white torpedos of flesh. The right one rested on the bed, the left one sitting up a little higher. Her light pink nipples were already hardening, reaching out for my attention.

My wife looked at me with loving, hungry eyes. “Happy Anniversary,” she said.

“And to you,” I replied, leaning closer and giving her a sincere, passionate kiss, my hand reaching behind her neck to steady her head.

Between kisses, Janet murmured, “What would you like for your anniversary?”

My hand roamed along her shoulder and arm and found its way to her beautiful chest. I fondled and hefted her heavy breast, just barely grazing her nipple with the web of skin between my thumb and first finger. My wife’s talented fingers have “radar” when it comes to my erogenous zones, and it wasn’t long before her fingers began circling their target.

“Mmm, I really like this shirt on you…” Janet whispered, her fingertips very lightly scratching the shirt over and around my areola.

“Hmmm,” I murmured back.

She was obviously interested in starting our anniversary “celebrations” early, and I was more than content to surrender to her wishes. My fingers were still resting on the keypad, but my concentration was now totally gone as I was soaking up her affection. Her fingertips worked a little harder, touching all around my erect nub

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