It’s a summers evening. We’ve always slept naked and there’s just a sheet over us. I can feel the heat of her body next to me and I’m in turmoil. All I can think of as I turn and look at her out of the corner of my eye reading her book is, is this real? She’s laying there so innocently reading as she has always done without much interest in the kind of things going around in my head that is basically that I want to fuck her all the time and want her to want me.
I look at her beside me. I look at her lips and her exposed breasts and try and imagine another man kissing her in a way she’s never wanted to be kissed by me, hard, passionately, tongue exploring, then my eyes travel down to her marvellously saggy tits lying flat against her chest and her thick nipples that so many years ago she could orgasm through continued stimulation. I want her so bad, so often, but her desire has waned over the years to none at all for some time. I always wondered why. Then I saw that text!
My mind and body are tormented now. In my mind I got and get angry to myself about her constant non interest in me in that way when all I want to do is make love to her; and she’s now doing something with another. What does she do, what does he do to her, goes round and around in my head as I lay in the dark having woken up in the middle of the night. Why does she do things with him and not me. Is there anything I can do to get her sexual love back.
I say I’m still very warm and pull the sheet off exposing her hairy pussy that used to welcome me with its hot, wet grip once she’d got excited enough. She would grip me so hard with her cunt as she was cumming it was all I could do to stay in her as she contracted her hairy slimy vagina.
And now in all probability this other person has been in there, but worst of all she was letting him, probably encouraging him, but now she lays here beside me so sedately as she always has done and a few months ago I would have said all she was thinking about was the food shopping list for tomorrow. He’s mauled and sucked her tits, sucked her nipples, fingered her hairy pussy, stuck fingers up her arse for all I know.
And the strangest thing about all this is that I get massive erections when I think about it deeply, and most pleasantly, when I wake in the night thinking about it, as I feel her heat beside me. I edge my cock for ages then cum on my stomach or the bed if I’m on my side, rejoicing in the wet patch I create when I turn back on my back and wonder if she’s noticed what I’m doing or will see anything in the morning.
The thing I think most about her and him at the moment is curiosity. I want to watch them meet and see what they do? Do they kiss? Do they walk arm in arm somewhere? Then my mind skips the rest and I want to see him fingering her, two maybe three fingers going in and out of her cunt, circling her clit; she used to love me circling her clit gently at first then getting harder and harder as she approached uncontrolled orgasm. Then I see myself watching, rock hard cock in hand wanking away, still in a state of disbelief that she’s actually doing this.; my prim and proper wife of so many years who dresses so conservatively so as not to attract much attention; although I may remind you, she never wears a bra strangely, and used to let me take pictures of her!
I look at her beside me. I look at her lips and her exposed breasts and try and imagine another man kissing her in a way she’s never wanted to be kissed by me, hard, passionately, tongue exploring, then my eyes travel down to her marvellously saggy tits lying flat against her chest and her thick nipples that so many years ago she could orgasm through continued stimulation. I want her so bad, so often, but her desire has waned over the years to none at all for some time. I always wondered why. Then I saw that text!
My mind and body are tormented now. In my mind I got and get angry to myself about her constant non interest in me in that way when all I want to do is make love to her; and she’s now doing something with another. What does she do, what does he do to her, goes round and around in my head as I lay in the dark having woken up in the middle of the night. Why does she do things with him and not me. Is there anything I can do to get her sexual love back.
I say I’m still very warm and pull the sheet off exposing her hairy pussy that used to welcome me with its hot, wet grip once she’d got excited enough. She would grip me so hard with her cunt as she was cumming it was all I could do to stay in her as she contracted her hairy slimy vagina.
And now in all probability this other person has been in there, but worst of all she was letting him, probably encouraging him, but now she lays here beside me so sedately as she always has done and a few months ago I would have said all she was thinking about was the food shopping list for tomorrow. He’s mauled and sucked her tits, sucked her nipples, fingered her hairy pussy, stuck fingers up her arse for all I know.
And the strangest thing about all this is that I get massive erections when I think about it deeply, and most pleasantly, when I wake in the night thinking about it, as I feel her heat beside me. I edge my cock for ages then cum on my stomach or the bed if I’m on my side, rejoicing in the wet patch I create when I turn back on my back and wonder if she’s noticed what I’m doing or will see anything in the morning.
The thing I think most about her and him at the moment is curiosity. I want to watch them meet and see what they do? Do they kiss? Do they walk arm in arm somewhere? Then my mind skips the rest and I want to see him fingering her, two maybe three fingers going in and out of her cunt, circling her clit; she used to love me circling her clit gently at first then getting harder and harder as she approached uncontrolled orgasm. Then I see myself watching, rock hard cock in hand wanking away, still in a state of disbelief that she’s actually doing this.; my prim and proper wife of so many years who dresses so conservatively so as not to attract much attention; although I may remind you, she never wears a bra strangely, and used to let me take pictures of her!
