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After twenty-six years, things had changed. We had been through a lot, from raising children to burying parents, from struggling to being successful, and from fucking all the time to almost never.
Like most couples, our sex life started out fast and furious. As life went on and things changed, the frequency dropped but the passion and excitement were there. Both declined over time and over the last three years, it had vanished.
The Great Drought, as I call it, had begun.
I am not sure what started it all, it just happened. My wife was always tired in the evenings, sleeping in her recliner by 8:30, as the tv displayed whatever she was watching. She seemed listless, slightly depressed. Her moods changed often during the day. She drifted away from me. She had no issues waking up, like always, ready to go and seemed to enjoy her workdays. Her regular hours and routine stayed the same, except where I was concerned.
The kisses, hugs, and little caresses we shared were gone. In bed, she would roll onto her side, away from me, and go to sleep in an instant. Any of my attempts at cuddling or foreplay were quickly rebuffed, so I gave up trying, and she would go to bed while I stayed up and watched the news or whatever game was on.
Like most middle-aged guys, I still had a strong desire and need for sex. I jerked off frequently, sometimes so I could fall asleep while in bed next to her, and dreamt of past nights we experienced together. I started watching and reading porn, which made it even worse. All those attractive women of all ages, sizes and builds sucking and fucking some lucky guy, or guys. It became all I could think about.
I considered an affair. I meet hundreds of women at work, from ages eighteen to ninety, some of whom are very flirty and obviously interested or attracted. Although I had a few casual coffee invites and inquiries about my marital status, I had never fallen to the temptation both out of loyalty to my wife and self-doubt. If my wife had no interest in being sexual with me, why would anyone else?
Many nights I thought of these women as I stroked myself to climax.
I made the usual feeble attempts at romance. Date night, which flopped. Flowers for no reason. A weekend away in Vegas, which was fun, but it felt like being on a holiday with my platonic roommate. Forget about the friend-zone, I was husband-zoned.
I thought it was me so I started to watch my diet and work out a bit. I slimmed down quickly and became more toned. I changed my haircut a little, bought some new clothes, made sure I was clean and smelled nice all the time. No change. Things at work and in public changed, however. More flirting occurred. Women even approached me at the store with important questions.
"Could you show me where to find the meat?" was my favorite.
I considered my options.
Leave things as they were and hope it improved. This would likely result in her deciding to leave me, maybe for someone else, or just to experience life. It happens. I know a few guys whose wives pulled the plug after twenty-plus years and I witnessed the brutal results.
Have an affair. I knew I could hook up with at least a few of the women I knew from work if I made an attempt. I would get laid but would have to deal with the guilt of cheating and likelihood of getting caught. This would result in divorce and probably financial ruin, for me anyway. Risky stuff.
Seduce her. Get her sex drive ignited, relit, fired back up. I would need to work hard and think differently to do this, but it was the best, and cheapest, option. If it failed, well, hello door number two.
*
I started by being a better listener.
I am not a morning person. It takes me thirty minutes or more to shake the cobwebs from my brain after waking up. I need my morning coffee and some time to process before I am ready to get going for the day. In the morning I don't talk much.
My wife is the opposite. She will leap out of bed, full of energy, ready to face the day. She would often talk to me while I had my morning coffee but it was going in one ear and out the other as she told me a variety of things. She usually got out bed before I did, and I would snooze for another thirty minutes or so, before getting up.
I got up when she did. I washed my face and made coffee. When she started talking I was awake and listening, picking up on things I had been missing. As the days passed she made little comments about her shape, her weight, how her hair was looking. She mentioned feeling older, especially since our daughter moved out and our son graduated high school, and how her "mom" clothes were getting old. She still liked her work but thought maybe it was time for a change.
"How did I miss all of this?" I asked myself.
I knew she was worried about becoming a little thick in the middle over the last years but I didn't realize how much it bothered her. She was feeling older, fat, unattractive, unsexy. She was wrong.
She stands a little over five-foot-ten tall. She always was--and still is--a busty, curvy brunette with shapely, firm hips and a really nice ass. Her breasts are big, luscious handfuls and still very perky. With a nice wide smile, plump lips and high cheekbones, she is a very striking woman. People always notice her when she enters a room, even in her "mom" jeans and a sweatshirt.
I made it my mission to help her see how desirable and sexually appealling she is. If she feels sexy she will be sexy, with me.
I started with small compliments on how her hair looked good, how that colour of shirt looked good on her, how those white capri pants accentuated her nice ass and hips. I began giving her little touches on the arm or wrist, holding her hand in the store, asking her for a kiss when we passed in the hallway or kitchen. I started going up to her from behind when she was working in the kitchen, gently caressing her hips, lightly kissing or smelling her neck, whispering "I love you," into her ear.
She began to return the affection with little kisses before leaving for work, brushing up against me while I was doing something, and giving me hugs more frequently. I started to ask her to dress up a little more and went with her buy some new clothes, even though I hate shopping. She slowly changed her wardrobe over, buying a few things more revealing than before, such as low-cut shirts and button-up blouses in bright colours that looked great and accented her busty figure. High-heeled boots, nice fitting jeans, even a few dresses.
I continued to tell her how great she looked, how men were always looking at her--younger men...checking her out.
"You lie," she would giggle. She knew I was not lying though.
At night I went to bed when she did, sometimes before, and very slowly began the approach. I started by asking for a good-night kiss, nothing else. As the evenings passed I would give little caresses to her shoulder, her hips, sometimes hold her hand for a moment. I asked if I could cuddle, and we would just cuddle, nothing more. I would comment on how hot she had looked that day, how many guys had been looking at her. It was difficult to keep my hands off her body; I wanted to fuck her brains out. But I stayed patient. Seeing her look so good, getting all the attention, was putting my sex drive into overdrive as well.
I wanted her to want me.
*
One night we went out to a staff party for her work. It was a large gathering, over two hundred people, at an upscale hotel. I tried to look my best, putting a tailored suit over my six-foot-one frame, and I polished my shoes. Fresh shave, haircut, cologne, the watch she had bought me on our tenth anniversary. I thought I looked great.
She was stunning. She had decided on a tailored red dress that ended just above the knee, revealing her long, fantastic legs, and showed an ample amount of cleavage. My god, I wanted to fuck her bad.
"I get a boner just looking at you," I told her. "You look fantastic."
She actually blushed a little before asking, "Is it too revealing?"
"No, I love it," I responded. "You will be the center of attention."
"You don't mind other guys looking at me...checking me out?" she quizzed.
"Not as long as they know you are with me," I answered. "They can look all they like. I love knowing other guys find you as sexy and desirable as I do... and that they are jealous knowing that I am going to be the one fucking you later."
She replied with a sexy snarl, her eyes shining as she looked into mine, and then walked away. Her hips swayed as she left, showing off her great ass, and I almost came in my pants.
The evening was fun, full of drinking and laughing, and after dinner, the dance floor started up. My wife was never alone the whole night, surrounded by the men she worked with. A few were obvious in their attention for her and I just enjoyed the show.
I was also getting a lot of attention, surprisingly. Many of the women in the room were flirting with me, telling me how great I looked, touching my arms and chest. One husband actually pulled his wife away from me and took her back to their table when we danced together.
The guys lined up for a chance to dance with my wife. I took her aside for a moment and we went into the hall for some quiet space. I kissed her. I asked her how many hands she had felt on her ass.
"More than I can count," she giggled. "I have never felt so sexy...not for a long time, at least."
Kissing her ear lightly, I whispered, "They all want to fuck you, you know...they want to fuck your big tits, your pussy, your ass, your beautiful mouth,” I continued as her breathing got heavy.
“You are so fucking hot, they want to do you right now...I know you have felt the erect cocks pressing against you."
She kissed me hard and deep. "Yes, many hard cocks..." she moaned... "I am so fucking horny right now."
"We will leave soon," I assured her as I led her back to the party, my hand on her ass.
When we arrived back at our table a group was waiting for us, horny men and women looking for dance partners. My wife made a show out of kissing me and rubbing my ass before heading to the dance floor with one of the handsome young men. He was one of the many men drooling all night, her mature sexuality triggering their lust, and he had an obvious erection tenting his pants.
I was grabbed by one of the women, maybe thirty years old, who looked like a blonde porn star. She was all over me on the dance floor, grinding herself into my erection, whispering to me that she wanted me to fuck her brains out. I politely declined, pointing to my wife.
"Sorry, I'm taken," I explained.
She didn't care, saying, “I want you to fuck ME...she's got tons of cock to play with over there."
"She only plays with me...and I only play with her," I told her.
With a look of disappointment, she turned and walked away, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder, searching for my replacement in the group near my wife.
I decided it was time. I went over to where my wife stood surrounded by horny men and took one guy’s hand off her ass. I pulled her close and kissed her, putting my hands on her ass, as I pulled her into me.
"Sorry boys, time to go find your own goddess," I called over my shoulder as we left the party.
I led her to the elevators, getting a curious look from her as I pulled out a room card.
"I got a room for the night...so I could fuck the most desirable woman at the party," I whispered to her.
"You mean that little blonde girl who was rubbing your cock through your pants?" she teased.
"No, I mean YOU," I said as I pressed her against the wall of the elevator. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling her ass, hips and breasts. I pressed myself into her, grinding my erect cock into her pubic area. I kissed her deeply, swirling my tongue in her mouth.
I led her by the hand to the room and quickly closed the door behind us. Her high heels flew across the room as she kicked them off. I grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her into me, kissing her again. Her tongue wrestled with mine as I stripped off my suit and boxers. I sat her down on the end of the bed, and putting my hands on her head, pulled her mouth towards my throbbing cock.
She opened her mouth and took the swollen head into her mouth and started sucking. She swirled her tongue over and around the pulsing tip, then down the length of the thick shaft. She licked and sucked the shaft, up and down its full length, then put it in her mouth. She sucked it like a popsicle, taking as much of it as she could, then pulled away with a slurp.
As she looked up at me her eyes widened, “You are all trim and muscled... like twenty-five years ago.”
Her hands went to my chest, tracing through the light hair, and ran over my stomach.
“God, how did I not notice that until now?” she asked herself as a saddened look crossed her face.
”I knew I had to compete with guys twenty years younger than me...to keep a woman like you,” I said as I pulled her up and kissed her.
I unzipped and pulled her dress off, grabbed her by the ass, and lifted her up and onto the bed. I reached between her legs and ripped her silky red panties off. I spread her legs apart and put the head of my throbbing cock against her steaming, wet pussy.
”Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.
”God, yes...fuck me good, like you always do.”
I pushed into her silky wetness, slowly inching my thick cock into her, letting her remember how big it is. She moaned as I slowly buried the full eight inches into her tightly clenching opening. I paused for a moment, my cock deep inside her, and leaned forward to kiss her. We shared a long, slow kiss as I slowly pulled my hips backwards, pulling my cock out of her until just the swollen head was just inside her.
”Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked again, teasing her with my cock.
”Fuck me, please fuck me,” she urged, “I want you sooo bad, baby.”
I thrust forward and buried my aching cock into her, then started pumping faster and faster, as her head thrashed side to side. Her fingernails dragged across my back as we fucked, both of us moaning in pleasure, and left light scratch marks. She shook and quivered as her first orgasm hit, her eyes rolling back in her head, and let out a loud scream.
”My god, my god, you fuck me so good!”
I pumped harder, my aching balls screaming for release, as I felt my orgasm building. Her grip on my cock tightened as she came, and it set me off, the pressure in my balls building as I prepared to erupt.
”I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
She wrapped her legs around me, holding me to her, as she hissed, ”Give it to me, baby... give me your cum... your love.”
My cock erupted into her, the orgasm rocking me, and filled her with my cum. My balls emptied finally and I leaned forward and kissed her. Her legs fell away from my waist as we kissed, and I quickly pushed myself down and shoved my face between her legs. I shoved my tongue into her glistening slit, tasting myself, and slid my hands up to her breasts. Massaging and kneading her big, heavy breasts as I licked her pussy was enough to set her off again. She groaned loudly as she pushed herself into my face, grinding my nose into her little tuft of fuzziness. I loved the taste of our juices together.
As she stopped writhing I climbed up and mashed my mouth into hers. She greedily sucked on my tongue and lips, cleaning all of our juices off, as my hand went back to her quivering pussy. I slid one finger between her swollen lips and slowly drew it over her clit. She jumped as if suddenly being given a jolt of electricity, and squealed into my mouth. I buried two fingers into her pussy, running them along the top wall of her pussy, while we continued to kiss. I worked her pussy as I began to whisper into her ear.
”All those men... those hard cocks... wanted to fuck you...they want you... your hot pussy... your big tits.”
”Oh god,” she moaned.
”They want to fuck you...eat you...cum in you,” I continued.
“They think you’re fucking hot, sooo sexy, so desirable...like I always have.”
She grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me hard as she climaxed again. She kissed me for over a minute, finally pulling her mouth away, and gazed into my eyes. I pulled myself up and straddled her chest. Grabbing her big breasts, putting my now-hard cock between them, I started pumping. She put her hands on her breasts and held them together as I slid my swollen cock between them. I played with and tweaked her nipples as my swollen shaft slid back and forth. Her tongue flicked over the tip each time I thrust forward, licking the pre-cum that seeped out, as I pumped faster.
”Oh yes, baby...fuck my tits... I know you have missed them,” she quietly moaned. “Pump them, baby...give me a big load.”
“All those men at the party want to do this... they all want you...” I groaned as I prepared to climax.
”Only you, baby, only you,” she whispered. “Now give me your load... cum in my face, baby. I want to taste you!”
My cock exploded. Cum streamed across her beautiful face, into her mouth, and onto her heaving breasts. She grabbed my cock with one hand and leaned forward to suck me while my balls drained, pumping my shaft with her hand. She laid her head back as I lifted myself forward and slid my cock into her mouth. She gently sucked my cock, pulling out all of my cum, before taking the whole length down her throat. I slowly pulled out, dragging the tip across her lips, and ran my cock over her face and through the slick wetness on her chin.
I lay down next to her and we kissed. She put her head on my chest and slowly traced her fingers around my nipples and over my chest.
”I love you...so much,” she said quietly.
”I love you.”
”I know...” she started crying. Her tears fell on my chest as I put my hand on her head and gently stroked her hair.
”I’m so sorry... I ignored you...I pushed you away,” she sobbed. “I didn’t even notice how fit you are until tonight!”
“It’s okay... I am sorry, too,” I said.
She raised her head and looked into my eyes. “I miss this...I just realized how badly.”
I kissed her gently and reached down to her ass, giving it a squeeze, and gave her a wink.
”All those men still want to fuck you...they are going to fuck someone else and think of you... or jack off while they remember how nice your ass feels.”
She giggled. “And those women will suck someone else and pretend it’s your big cock...they will dream of you fucking them.”
”As long as YOU dream of fucking me, those little blondes have no chance at this,” I said as I shook my cock.
Placing my hand on her pussy she whispered, “And nobody else has a chance with this.”
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