Forty Years, Still Fierce

The scent of lavender and sandalwood clung to the air as I stepped out of the shower, the warm water still clinging to my skin. Twenty-plus years of marriage had weathered us both, softened the edges, but beneath the comfortable patina lay a current of something primal, something undeniably potent. My wife, Eleanor, possessed a figure that still captivated me, a testament to decades of self-care and a keen appreciation for her own beauty. Her workout had left her toned and sculpted, a vibrant reminder of her vitality. I’d noticed other men discreetly casting glances her way over the years, a silent acknowledgment of her enduring allure.

A playful glint sparkled in her eyes as she stood in the bathroom doorway, clad only in her workout shorts, a mischievous invitation hanging in the air. "Fancy making our house cleaning a bit more fun?" she asked, her voice laced with a delicious challenge. "If you're going to do house work looking like that, the fun has already started." The words hung heavy with unspoken promises, a prelude to the pleasure that lay ahead.

“Let’s get this done,” I replied, trying to maintain a semblance of composure as she beckoned me further into the room. We began our task, a synchronized dance of cleaning and conversation, the mundane activity somehow amplified by her presence. As we moved from room to room, picking up and putting away, her playful teasing continued, each glance and touch fueling my desire.

She called me to the bedroom, her form a captivating silhouette in the doorway, only her workout shorts clinging to her curves. “You won’t believe what I’ve got for you,” she murmured, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Reaching into the small wooden box we kept hidden beneath our bed, she produced a sleek, chrome vibrator – a new addition to our collection. "Shower first, darling," she added, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Following her instructions, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the day's stress. When I emerged, dry and invigorated, she was already dressed in a pair of worn denim cutoffs, the hem barely grazing the bottom of her buttocks. As she moved past me, brushing her generous breasts against my chest, a shiver ran down my spine. I caught a glimpse of the remote control for the new toy nestled in her pocket, a silent invitation to indulge in her fantasies.

“Uuuuhhh, does this thing ever feel good, guess I better turn it off before things go too far, we still have house work to do,” she commented, her eyes sparkling with wicked amusement. It was an absurd proposition, yet the thought of joining her in this playful pursuit was too tempting to resist. “Let’s do it,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

We continued our cleaning routine, but the atmosphere had shifted, charged with a potent energy. Her presence was a constant, tantalizing distraction, each movement, each glance, igniting a fire within me. Finally, as we moved into the garage, she paused, her expression hardening with a hint of dominance. “Well…. we worked around the house for another hour, with her making sure I got to see her strutting her stuff.”

She directed me back to the living room, where the scene was set. We settled into our double chair, a comfortable nest of plush velvet, ready to embark on our shared pleasure. As she took my hand, gently sliding it down her thigh, I felt a surge of anticipation. "Step a little closer," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. With one hand still firmly planted in my pants, she began working her tits, teasing my senses, drawing me deeper into her orbit.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, designed to heighten the tension. As she continued to caress my body, she grudgingly stopped working her tits just long enough to help me get rid of my shorts. She took my cock in her hand and pulled it down, making the head swell to its max. She stood up, never letting go of me, and pressed up close. She made sure to slip my dick between her legs, so we could both feel the egg vibrator going inside of her. “Go down on me,” she whispered, “I want to feel your tongue lickin’ me… with you, me and this vibrator working my pussy I’ll fill your mouth, and then you can fill mine.” She sat down and laid back in the chair. Spreading her legs, she went straight to work on her tits. I cupped her big breasts in my hands as she circled her nipples, Her groans intensified as I started licking her clit and pussy. In a few minutes she was furnishing all the motion, all I have to do was keep my tongue spread over her clit and dripping wet pussy. “Get your dick up here, I’ll finish my pussy and you at the same time” she demanded after several minutes. Tugging me up on the chair, she had me straddle her face. “We are so good together…I love you. … nowww”, she paused, ” What?” I asked panting….”I’m going to finish both of us” she whispered as she put the head of my dick in her mouth. She slipped one hand back down to her clit and held the base of my dick with the other. From both of our moans and panting it was obvious she was about to do what she said she would. She started first, blowing through her nose and almost gagging as she gasped and whined. Just as she was at her peak she took both hands and put them on the sides of my hips and guided me even deeper into her throat. I could feel her working to take as much as she could. With her wonderful sounds she let me know we were both letting go at the same time. I started to pull back and she whined in disagreement, pushing forward to take more of me. She finally pulled back and scooted up in the chair gasping for air. Without a word she began kissing me, breathing hard through her nose, running her tongue over mine. We could taste each other as we melted into the chair holding each other. Married, yes, always!!!!!!!!! My wife absolutely sends me!!!!

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