The mirror stood in the corner of the bedroom, a few feet from the bed.
She hesitated briefly as she considered that she was no longer the 20-year-old her husband had taken to bed for the first time almost 40 years ago.
Standing in front of her husband before the mirror, she caught a glimpse of his rising erection as his robe fell to the floor, and thought about how many times she had held his manhood within her as they both joined together as one. Age be damned, she wanted—no, needed—that connection that came when she spread her legs in welcome for his hard, heated flesh.
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It had been two months or so apart, and the nights had been stressful. Even when she found her desire rising, she could not satisfy herself. The heat, his weight on her as he thrust his hardened member into her, filling her wanton insides—it was all missing. She felt a deep longing to be satisfied by him on these nights.
She began her almost two-day journey home feeling more upbeat than she had been in a while. It was always very disorienting coming home, and her emotions gave her a most unwelcoming roller-coaster ride on occasion, but she would get to see the kids and her husband. Whenever she came home, and her eyes met his at the airport, her face would break into a smile that her husband would claim was his alone.
Arriving at the airport, she was weary, but now less than an hour from home, she was also filled with anticipation at seeing him and being able to be held. Fortunately, she had taken a small regional jet, and the people in front of her filed out quickly.
Walking into the small terminal, she caught his eye right away. The weeks and weeks of weariness fell away as “his smile” was restored to her face.
Walking out of the airport side by side with him toward the parking lot, she pondered an enigmatic thought: How does a person become so much a part of you that when the two of you are back together, you feel physically and spiritually restored in no time at all? Whatever length of time and distance had kept them apart, the spiritual reunion was instantaneous when she was taken in his embrace.
Walking toward the car, she updated him on the everyday nonsense that took place at work, and he updated her on the humdrum that made his time at home. Taking her considerable luggage and stacking it in the truck, he looked up at her with a conspiratorial grin.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you,” he grinned as his eyes caught hers.
“What is it? You didn’t spend a lot of money on this, did you? You know we’re getting close to having a down payment on a new house, and I can’t take this time apart unless it counts for something.”
“No, Sweetie, I didn’t spend a dime. It’s just something I found when I cleaned out one of the closets,” he reassured her.
“What? What is it?” she asked as her face became furrowed in her quandary.
“It’s a surprise, is what it is. When you’ve had a chance to unwind and are feeling a little frisky, I’ll show you.”
“Oh, you horny old man,” she teased him, as she felt stirrings within her at the thought of him wanting her in that way.
“Just stay out of the spare bedroom until I get home from work tomorrow night, OK?” he pleaded.
“It’s alright, I’ll let you have your surprise,” she smiled back at him.
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The next night, she was in the kitchen with a glass of wine. They munched on pizza standing up in the kitchen, as was their restless custom.
Thoughts of what had started in this kitchen the last time she was back here flirted in the back of her mind. She was a little tipsy at that time when she blurted out that she would like to get paid for sex, and he had quickly produced $250 and a Christmas calendar as tender for her offer. Taking another sip from her glass, she remembered how he had promptly pulled down his zipper and produced a rapidly unfolding cock, right there in her kitchen!
Her insides stirred at the memory of the wild, wanton sex that had transpired in various rooms of the house that night. She paused in thought as she looked over her wine glass at the crotch of his jeans to see if there were similar stirrings there tonight.
“So,” she started after taking another sip, “what’s my surprise?”
“Oh, you think you’re ready for your welcome home party?” He leered at her, and her cleavage that she had purposefully put on display for his viewing pleasure.
She switched her wine glass from her left hand to her right as she sauntered over to him to grab his crotch to confirm her suspicions. Placing her hand on his loins and pressing against him with her body, she had very little doubt that her favorite package was glad to see her.
“Well, what are we doing tonight?” she asked in a low voice. Before giving him a chance to answer, she leaned into kiss him and then slid her tongue between his lips to take her first taste of him.
His voice changed as her hand and finger tips stroked the jeans that grew tighter by the second. “I was hoping I could get you to wear that lovely blue corset that we didn’t get to sample when I came to visit you.”
The stirring in her loins was growing as the last bit of weariness was pushed back in her mind.
“Is that your surprise?” she teased, letting her mind wander to consider what she wanted to taste next.
“No,” he replied in a level tone, “but it would definitely make my day, and possibly yours too, if you would show me what those beautiful tits looked like all trussed up.”
“Mmm,” she considered, taking the last sip of wine. “I’ll need someone to help get me into it, and,” she added, “no playing with the girls until you get it all on me. You need to get the full effect.”
This could be fun—torturing him, she mused with a smile as she poured another glass of wine to get her through the fitting.
He followed her closely as she went into their bedroom to fish the corset out of a drawer. Taking her blouse off, she turned her back to him as she unfastened her bra and reached for the royal blue garment on the bed. Lifting it over her head, she brought it down to her hips and settled her curves into the confines of the fine material.
Her husband was a very eager assistant, even if his hands trembled slightly as he worked to bind her securely within.
The wine was finished at the same time as the corset, so she sent her willing assistant out of the room to fetch another glass, while she removed the rest of her clothes and pulled on the matching G-string. Before he came back, she put on her bathrobe, which paled in comparison with the lace and stitching of her new weapon of male destruction.
With a satisfied grin, she tied her robe securely just as he burst through the door with her wine. Taking the slender glass from him, she could see the disappointment on his face at missing a peek at her lovely curves held securely in lace and laces.
“Well, get ready, Mister. You promised me a night to remember, remember?” She assumed an expectant look as she cast her gaze on her subject.
His desire was palpable as he quickly stripped off his clothes in the small walk-in closet and drew his robe around himself, then stepped out to join her. After gathering himself for a second or two, he took her hand and pressed himself against her.
“You look beautiful, Sweetie,” he said as he kissed her fully on the mouth.
“You haven’t even seen the good stuff yet! What do you mean I look beautiful?” she asked quizzically.
“I mean you. You are beautiful, no matter what you’re wearing. I just love having my lovely wife back,” He pulled her in tightly and kissed her lips tenderly.
“Aww, thank you, Honey. I’ve missed you, too.” She softened as they held each other tightly.
After several minutes in his arms, she pulled back to look at him fully. “Well, what’s the surprise?”
“You know how you are occasionally buying things for our future house? I came across one of your acquisitions when I was cleaning out the closet in the spare bedroom. A big stand-alone mirror, still in its original carton. I occasionally come across it and shake my head and wonder, when and where will we ever use that thing?” Pausing, he reached his hand behind her and took her left cheek in a firm grasp. “Tonight, in that bedroom, we are going to use that mirror. I want to watch—and I want you to watch—as I take you from behind. I want to take you, and I want to see all of you as I do it.”
The tingling sensation between her legs now began to spread to her breasts and nipples as she considered this. Twenty years ago, maybe this would have been intoxicating, but she was having trouble getting past the idea of what her middle-aged body would do to her husband’s libido and her self-esteem.
He sensed her hesitation and the reason for it.
“Honey, it’s you I want, and it’s you that I see when we make love. It’s the ‘you’ at sixteen when we met and the ‘you’ that I brought to our bed at twenty that I hold tight and join with. There are almost 40 years of ‘us’ that we have shared with no one else, and what I want is to celebrate my lovely Sweetie, naked in all her glory before me again tonight, just as we have for hundreds of nights.”
Tears burned her cheeks as memories of him played out in her mind, and she saw him as he saw her.
“Yes,” she said with a smile. “Let’s do it.”
They made their way to the spare bedroom, where the bed was already prepared. And not far from it was the mirror. It was more than big enough for their full bodies to be visible in it.
She felt the hesitation again, but recalled those memories once again.
Her husband’s encouragement continued to ring in her ears.
She slowly, but with renewed confidence, untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.
And the eyes of the man in the mirror devoured her.
To be continued in Part 2 next week!
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