Summer was finally over. The kids were back at school and we had the house to ourselves. Friday arrived with what looked like a first weekend of rainy Fall weather. It was the season of soup, baked bread, college football, and walks in between the rain showers.
We were alone, just Tom and I. No kids, no friends dropping by. We sat on our back porch, watching the rain, drinking hot tea.
As the night fell, it got a bit chilly. We soon found ourselves inside in front of our fireplace, making out like teenagers. This led to a very sexy oral session, with Tom going down on me and bringing me to a strong orgasm. Then I returned the favor by sucking and licking his cock until he took over and came all over his fist and tummy. All the while, I watched and talked dirty to him, which he absolutely loves!
All of this brings me to my subject. Do you ladies ever get turned on by just looking at your husband? Even when he’s doing nothing particularly sexy? Maybe reading a book or concentrating on composing an email? Or even just relaxing, watching TV, napping on the couch. I confess I get turned on by him even at these seemingly mundane times.
Tom sometimes asks me what makes me feel horny, desire sex, or feel a need for intimacy, and I honestly don’t know what to tell him. All I know is I can feel it coming on.
It starts in my imagination. I always say, great sex begins between the ears—in my head. It can start with something small. Maybe it’s just how he looks in a trim business suit, or relaxed in a pair of jeans and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his muscular forearms. Maybe it’s watching him in the shower, shaving, or doing something unconsciously masculine that gets me going.
I imagine him with his shirt open, running my hands over his hairy chest, the smell of him, a combination of soap and the light cologne he usually wears. I like the taste of his skin, and catch myself imaging how much he enjoys it when I kiss my way down his neck, over his shoulders, running my tongue down his sides, which always makes him shiver with pleasure and anticipation.
I enjoy catching him staring at my cleavage or my curvy ass, encased in a tight skirt or a pair of yoga pants. Around the house, I often wear yoga pants with no panties, intentionally displaying a bit of camel toe. I like the way the smooth material forms to my body, and rubs against my pubic mound and vulva as I move. When I realize he is watching me, I let my fingers trail down and lightly caress the tops of my breasts. It turns me on to turn him on. I can feel myself getting aroused even as I write this!
Once my imagination is engaged, the physical reactions begin. My nipples perk up, harden and protrude. Depending on what bra I’m wearing, they give me away like a couple of naughty school girls. Bing! They might as well be Christmas lights. Tom can see them under whatever top I’m wearing, and while it can be a bit embarrassing in public, I confess that I like it—a lot.
Next, I can feel my skin getting warm and tingly, as if my thoughts are making me blush. Blood rushes to my various erogenous zones—my neck, upper chest, boobs, and ultimately to my pussy. I can feel myself slowing opening, like a flower touched by sunlight or gentle rain. A yearning starts, my chest tightens, and my legs and arms want to stretch like a cat when it wakes up from a nap. I run my hands up the back of my neck and through my hair. My hands become his hands in my imagination.
The last stage is feeling my pussy getting slippery with anticipation. Depending on where I am with hormonal issues, I can go from dry to moist to soaking my panties in around 10 minutes, sometimes faster if Tom is kissing and touching my boobs. (I’m post menopausal and don’t mind that at all. With the right hormonal replacement, I can feel as sexy and aroused as I did when I was at my sexual peak.) While it may sound a bit weird, I can also feel my pussy begin to pulse and tingle a little. If I squeeze my thighs and pelvic floor muscles (the ones involved in Kegel exercises), it increases the intensity.
I’m wondering if other ladies my age (late 60s) still have these feelings? I’m starting to think I’m over-sexed. Most of my girlfriends seem to have no interest in their sexual selves, which seems sad to me. I worry about their marriages. As Tom and I have aged, our sex life has certainly changed, but it has not become any less important to our well being and continued love for each other. If I didn’t have Tom, I don’t think I could be happy without a man in my bed who knows how to make me feel good.
Be honest please. Is something wrong with me?
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