Vanilla Sin: A Quiet Fire

As I’ve mentioned in my other stories, my wife and I are a Christian couple, in our early sixties, with two daughters and six grandkids. We have a very blessed family life and marriage and a very blessed love life. We are the ordinary-looking, plain vanilla couple who have a nice little secret—our very passionate love life.

Saturday morning was a lazy day, with no particular plans that would cause us to have to get up and get out of the house. We woke up slowly, the sun gently illuminating the bedroom through the white shades and curtains. I had wanted to make love the night before, but my wife deferred because she was too tired from a day spent running around with our kids and grandkids while I was at work. I never get angry about having to postpone our lovemaking because our special “private time” together is always worth the wait.

After we were both awake, Janet stretched her limbs and mentioned it was about time to get up. But she seemed to be in no real hurry, and I was hoping to make love with her this morning. So I started the ball rolling by offering to give her a really nice back massage to start the day since she was too tired to enjoy one the night before.

She turned over onto her stomach, and I began massaging her back and shoulders. I lifted her long thin nightshirt to get my hands underneath for skin-to-skin contact. She was not wearing underwear, so now her luscious rear end was in full view.

“Oh my!” I murmured in appreciation, my hands working up and down her spine.

“So tell me,” my wife said. “Does this back rub come with… strings attached?”

I kept my hands moving up and down, now kneading her lower back. “Well, since we didn’t make love last night…” I let my words trail off, just hinting about my hopes. I leaned over and kissed her lower back, then began lightly caressing the cheeks of her rear end. “And how could I resist this?” I asked, giving her a couple of playful pinches on her soft bottom.

Janet chuckled knowingly. “Of course you can’t!” she answered, letting me play a little bit more before she mentioned some guidelines if we were to continue down the path to morning fun. “You know I don’t like making love when I feel stinky, so we have to shower first,” Janet said.

“Sure!” I answered. I always enjoy the opportunity to play with her wet body. So we headed to the shower for a quick clean-up so we could thoroughly enjoy each other’s company.

Once in the shower, Janet handed down a couple more “rules” while soaping her body. “Remember, I want a good massage before we do anything else!” she stated.

“Of course,” I replied, smiling as I started to wash. Only a very foolish husband would turn down the chance to give his wife a massage, especially when more fun afterward was guaranteed!

Janet also knows my lack of control when it comes to her body, so she had an additional demand. “And you have to keep your hands off while I shower!”

“Hmmm,” I murmured, “now that will take some work!” Sometimes that statement from her is serious, and sometimes just a playful dare to encourage me to break her rules. I was contemplating what my behavior should be when Janet gave me a friendly warning.

“Mmm-hmm,” she acknowledged, smiling. In mock sternness, she said, “Now, don’t do anything to put me out of the mood!” That teasing little threat, so sweetly and playfully delivered, was obviously meant to keep me from moving too fast and to increase my physical and mental tension. Oh, the games we old married couples play!

Janet proceeded to take a deliberately slow, lazy shower. She knew full well how her visual display would supercharge my libido, especially since I had to keep my hungry hands off her wonderful curves. My eyes drank in the sight of my wife’s wet, soapy body just inches from me. Janet’s breasts are large; when supported by her 36DDD bra, they are like huge round cantaloupes sitting up on her chest. Naked in the shower, gravity takes over. Her full breasts flatten against her chest and point more downward, becoming pendulous, teardrop-shaped torpedoes of flesh with nipples arising from the lower front edge of each heavy globe. As Janet washed her hair, her breasts moved up and down invitingly. Rivulets of water rolled over them, then trickled down, tracing the curves of her torso, hips, and legs.

The vision of my wife’s body made me lightheaded from desire! All of me wanted to touch her, but I had to keep my hands at bay. In playful defiance of Janet’s earlier restriction, I stood closer and let my erection bump into her leg and groin as I moved my arms to wash. I intentionally brushed my forearms lightly against her chest.

“I knew you couldn’t behave!” my wife gloated.

“You said I couldn’t use my hands,” I retorted—and I had not; I teased her with my arms instead. I smiled in victory. My self-control gave her no escape from the rest of my plans. Not that she wanted to avoid her “wifely duties.” In reality, our enthusiasm to restart last night’s escapade was now equal.

We turned off the water and dried ourselves in a hurry to get back to our bed. Janet climbed onto the mattress first and stretched out on her stomach. “I am ready for my back rub!” she sang.

“Don’t you want to lie on your side?” I teased. Sometimes she prefers to lay on her side, and I can move more quickly from a massage to lovemaking when her lovely chest is easily accessible for attention.

But this morning, she was in a deliciously teasing mood and decided to play hard to get! “Oh, no,” Janet said, smiling. “I’ll stay on my stomach for a while. I need to keep you under control, or I won’t get a very long massage!”

I straddled her legs and positioned my hands on her upper back. “You are right about that!” I admitted and happily began a slow, sensual massage. The sight of her naked body and the feel of my hands roaming all over her increased my excitement as I caressed and kneaded her silky smooth skin. To add fuel to my fire, she had used a shampoo that always acts on my senses as an aphrodisiac, and the alluring fragrance was ever-present as I worked. Desire soon overcame me, and I started kissing along her spine, working my way up to the back of her neck where the smell of the shampoo was strongest. “I’m ready for you to turn over,” I sighed against her flesh.

My sweet, sexy wife decided to tease me and held off on the next step. “Not yet.” She gave me a sideways glance and smiled. “You have more work to do!” Janet bent her arms so that her hands were up near her head. Facing down, her breasts were squashed against the mattress so that their soft flesh peeked out from under her torso.

My hungry hands went back to work, up and down her body. Now that I could occasionally caress the side of each breast, my ardor increased even further! Soon I was in sweet agony, aching to do more! I kissed her shoulders as I murmured, “I am craving you! Will you turn over now?”

Janet chuckled knowingly. “What’s the magic word?” she asked.

“Please?” I surrendered to her request and kissed her back once more. She didn’t move, so I said it again. “Please!” I kissed and caressed more fervently.

“You’ve worked long enough,” she said, and I rose to stand beside her. My eyes were filled with the sight of her huge breasts tossing from side to side as they settled on top of her torso.

I leaned over and gave Janet a deep, passionate kiss as I fondled her mounds with my right hand. I kissed the side of her neck, which she tells me always gives her a “tingly feeling,” before kissing my way over her collarbone. When I arrived at her chest, I pulled my lips away.

I focused my attention on her right breast. Using the backs of my hand fingers, I caressed its full curves. Then I turned my hand over and used my hand’s heel and palm to retrace the same path. Her right nipple was growing harder and more erect, and her areola’s soft skin was starting to wrinkle in excitement. As I continued my ministrations, I noticed how the water continued to drip from her hair onto her chest. Rivulets of water rolled over her breasts, tracing the curves of her torso, hips, and legs.

The vision of my wife’s body made me lightheaded from desire! All of me wanted to touch her, but I had to keep my hands at bay. In playful defiance of Janet’s earlier restriction, I stood closer and let my erection bump into her leg and groin as I moved my arms to wash. I intentionally brushed my forearms lightly against her chest.

“I knew you couldn’t behave!” my wife gloated.

“You said I couldn’t use my hands,” I retorted—and I had not; I teased her with my arms instead. I smiled in victory. My self-control gave her no escape from the rest of my plans. Not that she wanted to avoid her “wifely duties.” In reality, our enthusiasm to restart last night’s escapade was now equal.

We turned off the water and dried ourselves in a hurry to get back to our bed. Janet climbed onto the mattress first and stretched out on her stomach. “I am ready for my back rub!” she sang.

“Don’t you want to lie on your side?” I teased. Sometimes she prefers to lay on her side, and I can move more quickly from a massage to lovemaking when her lovely chest is easily accessible for attention.

But this morning, she was in a deliciously teasing mood and decided to play hard to get! “Oh, no,” Janet said, smiling. “I’ll stay on my stomach for a while. I need to keep you under control, or I won’t get a very long massage!”

I straddled her legs and positioned my hands on her upper back. “You are right about that!” I admitted and happily began a slow, sensual massage. The sight of her naked body and the feel of my hands roaming all over her increased my excitement as I caressed and kneaded her silky smooth skin. To add fuel to my fire, she had used a shampoo that always acts on my senses as an aphrodisiac, and the alluring fragrance was ever-present as I worked. Desire soon overcame me, and I started kissing along her spine, working my way up to the back of her neck where the smell of the shampoo was strongest. “I’m ready for you to turn over,” I sighed against her flesh.

My sweet, sexy wife decided to tease me and held off on the next step. “Not yet.” She gave me a sideways glance and smiled. “You have more work to do!” Janet bent her arms so that her hands were up near her head. Facing down, her breasts were squashed against the mattress so that their soft flesh peeked out from under her torso.

My hungry hands went back to work, up and down her body. Now that I could occasionally caress the side of each breast, my ardor increased even further! Soon I was in sweet agony, aching to do more! I kissed her shoulders as I murmured, “I am craving you! Will you turn over now?”

Janet chuckled knowingly. “Mmm-hmm,” she acknowledged, smiling. In mock sternness, she said, “Now, don’t do anything to put me out of the mood!” That teasing little threat, so sweetly and playfully delivered, was obviously meant to keep me from moving too fast and to increase my physical and mental tension. Oh, the games we old married couples play!

Janet proceeded to take a deliberately slow, lazy shower. She knew full well how her visual display would supercharge my libido, especially since I had to keep my hungry hands off her wonderful curves. My eyes drank in the sight of my wife’s wet, soapy body just inches from me. Janet’s breasts are large; when supported by her 36DDD bra, they are like huge round cantaloupes sitting up on her chest. Naked in the shower, gravity takes over. Her full breasts flatten against her chest and point more downward, becoming pendulous, teardrop-shaped torpedoes of flesh with nipples arising from the lower front edge of each heavy globe. As Janet washed her hair, her breasts moved up and down invitingly. Rivulets of water rolled over them, then trickled down, tracing the curves of her torso, hips, and legs.

The vision of my wife’s body made me lightheaded from desire! All of me wanted to touch her, but I had to keep my hands at bay. In playful defiance of Janet’s earlier restriction, I stood closer and let my erection bump into her leg and groin as I moved my arms to wash. I intentionally brushed my forearms lightly against her chest.

“I knew you couldn’t behave!” my wife gloated.

“You said I couldn’t use my hands,” I retorted—and I had not; I teased her with my arms instead. I smiled in victory. My self-control gave her no escape from the rest of my plans. Not that she wanted to avoid her “wifely duties.” In reality, our enthusiasm to restart last night’s escapade was now equal.

We turned off the water and dried ourselves in a hurry to get back to our bed. Janet climbed onto the mattress first and stretched out on her stomach. “I am ready for my back rub!” she sang.

“Don’t you want to lie on your side?” I teased. Sometimes she prefers to lay on her side, and I can move more quickly from a massage to lovemaking when her lovely chest is easily accessible for attention.

But this morning, she was in a deliciously teasing mood and decided to play hard to get! “Oh, no,” Janet said, smiling. “I’ll stay on my stomach for a while. I need to keep you under control, or I won’t get a very long massage!”

I straddled her legs and positioned my hands on her upper back. “You are right about that!” I admitted and happily began a slow, sensual massage. The sight of her naked body and the feel of my hands roaming all over her increased my excitement as I caressed and kneaded her silky smooth skin. To add fuel to my fire, she had used a shampoo that always acts on my senses as an aphrodisiac, and the alluring fragrance was ever-present as I worked. Desire soon overcame me, and I started kissing along her spine, working my way up to the back of her neck where the smell of the shampoo was strongest. “I’m ready for you to turn over,” I sighed against her flesh.

My sweet, sexy wife decided to tease me and held off on the next step. “Not yet.” She gave me a sideways glance and smiled. “You have more work to do!” Janet bent her arms so that her hands were up near her head. Facing down, her breasts were squashed against the mattress so that their soft flesh peeked out from under her torso.

My hungry hands went back to work, up and down her body. Now that I could occasionally caress the side of each breast, my ardor increased even further! Soon I was in sweet agony, aching to do more! I kissed her shoulders as I murmured, “I am craving you! Will you turn over now?”

Janet chuckled knowingly. “What’s the magic word?” she asked.

“Please?” I surrendered to her request and kissed her back once more. She didn’t move, so I said it again. “Please!” I kissed and caressed more fervently.

“You’ve worked long enough,” she said, and I rose to stand beside her. My eyes were filled with the sight of her huge breasts tossing from side to side as they settled on top of her torso.

I leaned over and gave Janet a deep, passionate kiss as I fondled her mounds with my right hand. I kissed the side of her neck, which she tells me always gives her a “tingly feeling,” before kissing my way over her collarbone. When I arrived at her chest, I pulled my lips away.

I focused my attention on her right breast. Using the backs of my hand fingers, I caressed its full curves. Then I turned my hand over and used my hand’s heel and palm to retrace the same path. Her right nipple was growing harder and more erect, and her areola’s soft skin was starting to wrinkle in excitement. As I continued my ministrations, I noticed how the water continued to drip from her hair onto her chest. Rivulets of water rolled over her breasts, tracing the curves of her torso, hips, and legs.

The vision of my wife’s body made me lightheaded from desire! All of me wanted to touch her, but I had to keep my hands at bay. In playful defiance of Janet’s earlier restriction, I stood closer and let my erection bump into her leg and groin as I moved my arms to wash. I intentionally brushed my forearms lightly against her chest.

“I knew you couldn’t behave!” my wife gloated.

“You said I couldn’t use my hands,” I retorted—and I had not; I teased her with my arms instead. I smiled in victory. My self-control gave her no escape from the rest of my plans. Not that she wanted to avoid her “wifely duties.” In reality, our enthusiasm to restart last night’s escapade was now equal.

We turned off the water and dried ourselves in a hurry to get back to our bed. Janet climbed onto the mattress first and stretched out on her stomach. “I am ready for my back rub!” she sang.

“Don’t you want to lie on your side?” I teased. Sometimes she prefers to lay on her side, and I can move more quickly from a massage to lovemaking when her lovely chest is easily accessible for attention.

But this morning, she was in a deliciously teasing mood and decided to play hard to get! “Oh, no,” Janet said, smiling. “I’ll stay on my stomach for a while. I need to keep you under control, or I won’t get a very long massage!”

I straddled her legs and positioned my hands on her upper back. “You are right about that!” I admitted and happily began a slow, sensual massage. The sight of her naked body and the feel of my hands roaming all over her increased my excitement as I caressed and kneaded her silky smooth skin. To add fuel to my fire, she had used a shampoo that always acts on my senses as an aphrodisiac, and the alluring fragrance was ever-present as I worked. Desire soon overcame me, and I started kissing along her spine, working my way up to the back of her neck where the smell of the shampoo was strongest. “I’m ready for you to turn over

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