Long Time Loving, Still New

The scent of lavender and pine cleaner still lingered in the air, a testament to our shared shower routine. Twenty years of marriage, twenty years of comfortable intimacy, yet still, a current of anticipation always ran beneath the surface. Jen, my wife, was a masterpiece of curves and soft skin, a constant reminder of the slow, deliberate way we’d built our connection. Her body, honed by years of gentle exploration, was an invitation I never tired of answering. Today, the invitation felt particularly insistent.

She lay on her stomach, a cascade of luxurious, dark hair pooling around her shoulders. The shower had left her skin glistening, a moist sheen that sent a shiver down my spine. I began my ritual, a slow, deliberate caress, starting with the delicate curve of her spine, working my way down her back, feeling the subtle rise and fall of her breath. The lather from our shared shower clung to her skin, a silken blanket that enhanced the pleasure of each touch. My hands, calloused from years of labor, moved with a surprising tenderness, tracing the contours of her body, finding the sweet spots where her muscles flexed and her skin stretched. I reached down, gently pulling apart her labia, exposing the swollen, glistening lips beneath. My fingertips danced over her clitoris, a playful exploration that ignited a familiar warmth within her.

As I continued, my focus shifted to her opening, a delicate, inviting space that held the promise of untold delights. It was dripping wet, a clear indication of her desire, and I felt a surge of excitement at the thought of plunging my fingers deep within. This was the part she loved most, the intimate act of being completely consumed by pleasure. Her body tensed slightly, a subtle shift in her muscles, a silent acknowledgment of my intentions. It was a signal I knew well, a sign that she was ready for more.

I began to stroke her labia with increasing intensity, pulling them apart further, deepening her arousal. The clitoris pulsed with anticipation, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Then, with deliberate precision, I slipped my middle finger deep into her wetness, feeling the tension build within her. Simultaneously, I applied pressure to her anus, using my ring finger to stimulate her g-spot. The combination created a powerful wave of sensation, rippling through her entire body. Her hips began to thrust involuntarily, grinding against my hand, creating a mesmerizing rhythm.

As she neared climax, her body contorted, a visible sign of her mounting excitement. Her rectum opened and closed, attempting to accommodate my thumb, which I had inserted into her opening. The suction created by my movements intensified her pleasure, sending shivers of ecstasy through her muscles. Finally, she released, a monumental explosion of sensation that left her limp and breathless. Groaning, she twisted her legs, her body still trembling with the afterglow of the experience.

Later that evening, as I was giving her a back rub, she lay on her stomach, her body relaxed and vulnerable. I moved my hands up her crack, letting the lubricant from our earlier encounter run down her slippery body. My left hand traced the curve of her clitoris, rubbing it gently while my right hand moved down her slippery crotch, stimulating her g-spot. As she approached the brink of another orgasm, I shifted my position, accidentally pushing the head of Moby into her. It was a clumsy, involuntary act, but it had an unexpected consequence. The pressure of my cock against her anus was both shocking and exhilarating, causing her to squeal in delight.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her body arched in response. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, a reminder of the power dynamic that existed between us. She continued to moan, her legs twisting as she struggled to maintain control. I continued to stroke her clitoris, intensifying her arousal, until she finally let go, releasing another wave of intense pleasure.

A few weeks later, we found ourselves back in the shower, the familiar scent of lavender and pine filling the air. Jen's pussy was soaked, and her back crack and anus were slick with lubricant. As I rubbed her anus during sex, I asked her if she still enjoyed it. "I love it!" she replied, her voice full of enthusiasm. We had been using a generous amount of silicone lube, making everything feel incredibly slippery.

Today, her pussy was even wetter, and her back crack and anus were coated in a silky, smooth sheen. I spread her cheeks and let the tip of Moby move around on her ass hole. She moaned deep in her throat, a primal sound of pure pleasure. My pre-cum mixed with the silicone and her dripping pussy, creating an unnatural slickness that only intensified the sensation.

As we continued, the anticipation grew, building to a crescendo of desire. I sent her a text message: "It's so hot having you so slippery and open." I imagined the feeling of slowly and gently sliding into her, the way her body would respond, the pleasure she would experience. I wanted to fill her bum with Moby cum, to provide her with a release that was both intense and unforgettable. It was inevitable, I knew, a natural progression of our intimate journey. Any suggestions on how to execute this final act with maximum pleasure and satisfaction?

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