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I've been in a state of confusion before ... several times in the last few months, in fact ... but I couldn't remember when it was as disconcerting as this moment. I was with my wife of over thirty years, and we had decided to sleep together for the first time in more than six months. Not only that, we would probably have sex and ... I didn't have a clue what to do.
She had gone to the bedroom, and I had followed her like a puppy dog waiting for its next command. I sat on the edge of the bed while Molly had moved to the bathroom. I started to take off my clothes and hang them up in the closet like I used to. I stripped down to my jockey shorts, and sat back on the edge of the bed again.
I looked around and everything seemed to be just like it was when I left. I had a minor inspiration, turned on the small bedside lamp on her night table, and got up and turned out the ceiling light. At least it was a little more intimate this way. What now? Pull down the coverlet and slide under the covers? I suppose that was going to happen anyway, so I stood up and pulled the quilted bedspread down and folded it over the bottom rail of the bed the way Molly used to always do it. I was about to pull down the covers when I heard the bathroom door open and Molly came into the bedroom.
Things always change and we certainly had. So why was I surprised when she came in wearing a very sexy, silky, shiny, dark green nightgown that I had never seen before? I guess I didn't expect to see her wearing something alluring like this. It was very low cut, and very slinky, and it got my immediate attention ... and I do mean immediate.
Molly was showing me that she was still a very attractive woman, and I was going to want her in this bed very soon. She smiled as she seemed to flow into the room and saw the one small lamp.
"Did you want to brush your teeth or anything first, Jack. There's a new toothbrush in the drawer you can use," she said coyly.
I didn't need to be hit over the head.
'Go fix your breath, take a leak, and at least wash your hands you slob, ' I said to myself.
"Yes ... thanks ... I guess I wasn't expecting ... this," I offered lamely.
I got out of bed, headed for the bathroom, and noticed the light was still on. Very subtle, Molly, I laughed under my breath. It only took a couple of minutes to clean myself up. I was now aware of just how anxious I was. It was like our first time, and I was just that nervous and uncertain, all over again. I flicked the light off in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.
Molly was lying in bed under the covers, and it took me only a second to figure out that she had taken her nightgown off and was likely naked. Another change in what I might have expected. They were coming one surprise after another. I slipped back under the covers and reached for her.
"Do you want me to turn the light out, Jack?"
Had I misunderstood her? We never had sex with the light on. It had been one of those small-time, unrealized fantasies of mine.
"No, let's leave it on. I want to be able to see you ... to watch you," I said in as confident a low voice as I could muster.
I was completely unprepared for what happened next. To start with, Molly took charge. Her hands were roaming all over my body as she quickly discovered, and removed, my undershorts. This was a new, aggressive Molly, and I responded by running my hands over her new and improved body as well.
She was, as I had guessed, completely naked, and it had been a long time since I'd run my fingers over this desirable woman's body. I began to move down toward her breasts, while she encouraged me by pushing them up toward my mouth with her hands. It wasn't long before I was kissing and licking and teasing the nipples, while Molly was responding.
In the meantime, Molly wasn't wasting any time. She had reached down for my fully erect cock and, enclosing it in her hand, began to stroke it. If I didn't calm down soon, it would be over before it started. I told Molly to slow down and she released me, moving her hands to my head, continuing to push me downward. There wasn't any doubt about what she wanted then, but I was again surprised since she was never very fond of oral sex. She had apparently changed her mind.
As I began to use my tongue and lips to excite her, she began to talk to me. It was still another radical change in her behavior. Normally, she had been silent when we had sex, but that was then and this was now.
"More, Jack. Please! Push your tongue in and give me more please."
I did the best I could to give her what she wanted, and the sound of her moans and her hands on my head, pulling me further into her, told me I was succeeding. I moved my tongue up to her clitoris and began to tease it, and I got an immediate positive response.
"Oh yes. That's it. Oh ... Yesssss!"
I played with her sexy center for what seem like several minutes before she wanted me to enter her.
"Now, Jack. I'm ready now," she whispered.
Our foreplay had helped me get myself under control, and I was ready too. I just hoped that I wouldn't disappoint her. This was a very different and very alive Molly, and I wanted her to be rewarded for this amazing and wonderful change. I moved up slowly, first kissing my way up her slightly rounded abdomen, and briefly tickled her navel with my tongue. I continued my way up, lingering only briefly at her lovely breasts, and then kissed her mouth gently, without tongue.
"Guide me in, Molly. Tell me what you want," I murmured.
She grasped my fully erect member and brought it to the entrance of her vagina, then released me, her hands gripping my butt and pulling me into her. It was an easy passage, and I heard her sigh as I filled her tight cavity. I began to stroke, slowly at first, and then gradually picking up the tempo as she responded. I was using the pressure of her hands to tell me what she wanted. Her mouth was making noises but I couldn't understand them, and anyway it didn't matter. She was making it obvious what she wanted, and I was fully prepared to give it to her.
They say that when you are on a lucky roll, you should never question it, just go with it. That's what I did with Molly on that lovely Christmas night. I quit thinking and just moved in the rhythm she was seeking as we talked to each other without using words. I knew what she wanted, and how she was feeling, and she knew I was aware of her. It was as natural as if we'd done this a thousand times over, and yet for us it was a first. We had been having sex for many years, but we hadn't been making love. I think we both came to the realization at the same time that this was very, very, different.
Where the hell was all this for so many years before? Had I forgotten that it was once like this, or was it never like this? I remember we had sex now and then, but I don't remember it being so intense. I don't remember it being exciting. I don't remember our being so engaged in it. I certainly don't remember feeling this good about it afterward.
I lay on my back in the aftermath while Molly was lying almost on top of me, with her arm across my chest, and her head tucked onto my shoulder. We were both breathing heavily from the exertion, and I was surprised at my ability to stay with Molly. She had been the leader, and I was the follower, trying manfully not to disappoint her. I had the feeling that I had succeeded. It was another tangible benefit of my fitness.
We drifted off to sleep holding each other, with the small lamp still on. Sometime in the night I awoke, and the light was off. I reached for Molly, and she was right there, still naked, sleeping peacefully. I rolled onto my back, now almost wide awake, and tried to take stock of this strange turn of events.
I had almost forgotten the comfort of having another person in my bed; the scent and touch of a woman. Molly never slept nude, and she could easily have put on her nightdress when she awoke and turned off the light, but she didn't. I wondered about that.
We were two very different people, and I was curious about the changes in my wife. They were all positive, but I was at a loss to understand how they came about. Was it my expulsion that gave her the freedom to be someone else, or was it something entirely different? I wanted to know the answer to that question.
I must have lain awake for an hour before I slipped back into sleep. I was thinking about all the changes that had taken place for both Molly and me. They were all for the better. I wondered idly if she might have taken a lover in the months gone by, but it seemed unlikely. Something else had produced this change in her, and when I discovered what it was, I was going to reinforce it with a good dose of more of the same.
I awoke Tuesday morning with a wonderfully tantalizing sensation in my groin. I took a few seconds to recognize the delicate touch of Molly's fingertips on my semi-rigid cock. It wasn't unusual for me to awaken with an erection, but not this way, not at all. I rolled toward her, and I could see her looking at me with a smile on her face.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Very well! Good morning to you too. To what do I owe the pleasure of this delightful way to awaken?"
"You were a very good lover last night. I thought you should be rewarded for that," she grinned.
"I had a lot of help from you. You took charge. You knew what you wanted. You and I are going to have to talk about all these changes. You owe me that," I said without threatening the mood.
"We'll see. A girl's got to have some secrets you know," was her soft retort.
"I think you've fallen into some naughty company, Molly. That's the part I want to hear about."
She didn't answer but continued to fondle my now completely rigid member. She was still showing her sly grin as she pushed me over on my back and began to mount me. I felt her hand reach back and grasp me, pushing my cock into her waiting pussy. She was very ready, and she impaled herself in one, continuous, slow push. I heard her grunt and saw her eyes close as she began to ride me.
She was on her knees, facing me with her legs tucked under her, and she was upright with her hands only lightly touching my chest. She appeared to be lost in her own world, and I wasn't about to interrupt her as she rolled down whatever path she was on. It was a wonderfully sensuous journey, and I was happy to be part of it.
My hands began to fondle her breasts, alternately kneading them and gently pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Molly's hands moved down to her mons and she began to use her fingers on her clit. I watched her head lolling back and forth, her eyes closed.
I heard the occasional moan and other unintelligible vocalizations from her as she rode me with increasing forcefulness. She was on her way to her destination and I was right there with her. It was another of those amazing new experiences that we had found last night. I was smiling, I'm sure, as I watched her extract every ounce of pleasure from this joining.
Finally, she broke her rhythm and began a frantic rush to the finish. I found myself following her every step of the way. She was vocalizing again, but it wasn't words, it was grunts and whooshes and cries and sharp intakes and exhales as she pushed herself to her climax. She didn't seem to know I was even there, but I was too fascinated to try and influence the outcome. I was just along for the ride, but god, what a ride!
Molly seemed to disintegrate then. Her arms collapsed, her body almost froze and then sagged down slowly onto my chest. There was no "Oh god, I'm cumming!" outburst, only the obvious exhaustion of all that energy, and the satisfaction of whatever ending it brought.
I didn't follow her, and I really didn't care. It was such a dynamic experience to see her completely let go and wring every last ounce of ecstasy out of the moment. I was holding her to me as she lay gasping for breath. I stroked her lovely, smooth skin, lightly gripping her ass.
I don't know how long she lay on my chest, but it was a few minutes. I became conscious of the need to pee, and I tried very carefully to work my way out from underneath her without disturbing her. I didn't succeed.
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