Menopause's Burning Touch

The menopause had stolen much from me, leaving a strange, hollow space where once there was a fiery desire. My husband, bless his persistent heart, still burned with a lust that seemed to defy time. He’d always been the instigator, pushing boundaries and demanding attention, while I’d been content to simply receive. But that day, something shifted. I decided to take charge, a new sense of responsibility blossoming within me, fueled by a recent article about societal laziness in the bedroom. It struck a chord; I wanted to be more than just a passive recipient, a partner in every sense of the word.

The memory of that Saturday spent planting flowers in the yard still lingered, his casual touches on my rear and comments on my breasts, dismissed at the time as harmless attention. But now, those moments felt like a silent challenge, an invitation to step into a role I hadn’t fully embraced. As he brought me refreshments, his lingering kiss was a blatant signal, a clear indication that he expected something more from me. Without hesitation, I seized the opportunity.

“Let’s just get out of these smelly clothes and take a hot shower,” I declared, my voice firm and resolute. The urgency in my words seemed to surprise him, but he readily agreed, eager to fulfill my request. My husband took his time showering, leaving me to observe him in the buff. He lay on the bed, naked save for an old pair of boxer shorts, his body relaxed and vulnerable. The sight of his flaccid penis, peeking out from the crotch, sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a long-dormant fire within me. It wasn’t just the physical act; it was the realization of my own desires, the acknowledgement of my own agency.

As I stepped into the shower, I deliberately took my time, savoring the warmth of the water and the anticipation building within me. When I emerged, my husband was still asleep, lost in a peaceful slumber. I considered letting him rest, pulling the covers up around him and returning to my book on the patio. But a rebellious impulse seized me, a need to fulfill my own desires before succumbing to the comfort of solitude.

I pulled on a matching pair of Victoria’s Secret red silk lingerie, a gift from my husband that had been languishing in my closet, waiting for the right occasion. The silky fabric felt luxurious against my skin, a subtle reminder of the pleasure to come. As I approached the bed, my husband stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he caught sight of me. He seemed slightly bewildered, but his gaze quickly hardened with anticipation.

I positioned myself on the edge of the bed, facing him, my head resting gently against his hips. It was a deliberate act of dominance, a subtle shift in power dynamics that I relished. I began by kissing him softly, my lips tracing the contours of his face, before slowly descending to lick the tip of his flaccid penis. The sensation was exquisite, a slow, deliberate awakening of his arousal. After a minute, I moved on to oral sex, my tongue teasing and tantalizing, bringing his cock slowly to an erection.

"Don't move," I commanded, my voice low and seductive. "Just relax and enjoy my special treat." His body tensed under my touch, a clear sign of his pleasure. As his cock grew harder, I increased the pressure, sucking rhythmically from the tip down his shaft. The pleasure intensified, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a surge of desire within me. I continued to stroke and caress, keeping his erection firm and responsive. The scent of his arousal filled the room, intoxicating and overwhelming.

My own body responded to his arousal, a tingling sensation spreading through my crotch, a sign that my own lust was growing as well. As his penis grew larger, I took more of it into my mouth, sucking deeply from the head down the shaft. It was a primal act, a release of pent-up desires that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. My husband remained motionless, completely immersed in the pleasure of my touch. The rhythmic movements of my hands pumping and stroking his shaft only served to amplify the sensation, pushing him closer to the brink.

With each stroke, his moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. I could feel his muscles clenching and releasing, a testament to the power of my touch. I continued my assault, demanding more and more attention, until his cock was hard and throbbing, a perfect specimen under my control. As pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, I eagerly sucked and licked it off, savoring the salty taste of his arousal. Despite all my efforts, my own body responded to his arousal, sending a wave of heat through my core. My hunger for pleasure intensified, a desperate need to be consumed by his desire.

I took a deep breath, preparing to escalate the situation. Using a hand to massage his swollen shaft, I increased the friction, bringing a fresh wave of pleasure. The intensity of the moment was palpable, the air thick with anticipation and lust. My husband remained silent, lost in his own world of sensation. But his moans told me he approved, his body responding in kind. As I continued my oral sex, his body arched and writhed, a perfect reflection of his pleasure.

Finally, as he reached the peak of his arousal, he let out a loud, guttural groan, a sound of pure ecstasy. It was a release of all his pent-up energy, a testament to the power of my touch. As the last drop of his juices flowed into my mouth, I leaned forward, my face inches from his, and whispered, "Don't move."

For a few minutes, he simply held me in his arms, savoring the lingering pleasure of the moment. When I started to move toward the bathroom to freshen up, he grabbed me, pulling me back to him and launching into a passionate kiss. The mix of his juices and our probing tongues made me weak in the knees, and before I knew it, he had me back in bed. This time, I positioned myself on top of him, sitting on his chest, my knees hooked around his head.

In a matter of seconds, he found my erect nipples and began rolling them across his fingertips while his lips kissed up and down my thighs. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing tease that left me aching for more. I was still wearing the red silk lingerie, but it didn't take long before he undid the front clasp and began massaging my breast, one at a time.

My motor had already been running on high, but the stimulation from my nipples and his kissing my inner thighs was driving me wild with anticipation. Each time his mouth came closer to my pubic mound, then retreated just before making contact, it left me yearning for his touch. Each time he left me aching to be touched there, and he knew it.

As if I needed validation that I was getting excited, my husband pushed one of my hands to the patch of soft silk fabric covering my most prized possession. Touching my crotch, I ran a finger up my slit immediately feeling my wetness and my throbbing clit. Still intent on teasing, my husband started oral sex on me; his tongue struggled with the elastic of my panties to gain access. Growing impatient, I yanked them to one side arched my hips forward and thrust myself to his mouth. Finally, his lips came in direct contact with my very wet pussy and I moaned in delight. The oral sex from my husband was amazing!

While my husband’s warm mouth and talented tongue were on me, in me, and exploring every fold, I reached back for him. His cock had regained its hardness and I began stroking his shaft to slow down my own lust. My hungry pussy was loving all the attention of his tongue and my hips were rocking forward with every touch. Soon my lust was totally out of control. I pressed my hips wider, arched my back and with my fingertips spread my swollen lips wide so there was nothing between his tongue and my throbbing clit. Only his hands cupping my tits kept me from falling over as I leaned into him demanding even more attention. He licked and sucked harder as waves of pleasure streamed over me, until my pussy convulsed out of control. I started to orgasm but one wave of pleasure built into another then another until I heard myself scream out in pure pleasure and I could move no more. After collapsing into my husband’s arms and napping for some time, we managed the strength to finish our lovemaking in a more traditional manner but with just as much intensity and passion as earlier.

Our oral sex that day kindled a new fire in me and him for getting out of our ruts.

If you want more information on giving oral sex to your husband, check out this article on oral sex from theexaminer.com.

If you want more information on giving oral sex to your wife, check out this article on oral sex from Ask Men.

By: Jessica Cross.

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