When you’ve been married for almost 25 years, your sex life is sure to have been a bit of a roller coaster experience. I’m not sure why we use that expression to describe situations that swing between good and bad; if you like roller coasters, both the ups and downs are good!
A better metaphor for our sex life might be going to an amusement park. There have been times like a trip I took to Cedar Point in the ‘90s when the park was nearly empty by evening, and I could ride any coaster as fast as I could get through the line. There have also been times more like waiting impatiently for over an hour, only to have the ride close down just as I reached the front. Overall, though, amusement parks are amazingly fun, and when you’re there with your best friend, it’s even better—even if your favorite ride gets closed down for a while.
Enough with the metaphor. Our sex life has been amazing and just keeps getting better. Even when the quantity isn’t there, the quality generally has improved as we’ve communicated more and learned each other’s bodies in ways that really do take years.
The last several weeks, though, have been something else. First, Ann initiated an amazing sexual encounter that didn’t even involve intercourse, but was so hot I had to write it out so I could continue to relive it. Second, I decided to share that story with her, and she was so turned on that she gave me the best blowjob of my life. Now it was apparently Ann’s turn to up the excitement again.
Almost two years ago, Ann told me she’d heard some of her friends talking about waxing their privates and asked if I’d really like her to do that for me—like for my birthday or something. It sounded like something she’d only do once, so I made it clear that while it would be amazing, she didn’t have to. I was completely content with her allowing me to give her a pretty close trim a couple times a year. And to be honest, as long as Ann is comfortable with me going down on her, I wouldn’t complain even if we didn’t trim it. Like Russell from the movie Up, “I am a wilderness explorer!”
I didn’t bring it back up, but the next summer, Ann mentioned she’d tried to schedule a waxing before my birthday, and it didn’t work out. Now I was really getting excited. And then the metaphorical amusement park ride got closed down. Again. And again.
Ann went on a trip to California and visited an Asian spa with a friend. On the phone, she told me about it. “I’ve never been to a spa like this! It’s totally legit and not seedy or anything, but we were also totally nude in front of several other women—and I realized I’ve been cheating you a bit in the grooming department. So many of those women were way more trimmed and shaved than me, or even bare!” Instant erection and revived hope were the result of that phone call. I’m pretty sure I jerked off as soon as we hung up.
Then I got to join Ann when she took the trip to Mexico, but her friend was on vacation the week before and couldn’t do the waxing. I did trim her incredibly short then and tasted her right afterward. The instant flow of sweet juices on my tongue let me know that while I’d been hard for the last half hour, Ann was almost as turned on herself.
We had another weekend away planned, but Ann was sick the entire week leading up to it, and we ended up having a staycation instead. It was a great time, but still a little disappointing. Then came another chance to be away from the kids. I dropped hints, and Ann made promises. Okay, she didn’t exactly promise—she just said, “Oh, I do need to schedule that”—but life was pretty overwhelming, and while she planned almost every other aspect of the trip, the waxing didn’t happen. I let her know I was bringing trimmers and planning on eating some pussy. When we had great sex twice on the trip but I didn’t get to go down on her, I came home disappointed and pouted. I’m not proud of how I handled it. I wasn’t a complete jerk or mean about it, but I was pretty immature and whiny for a 45-year-old man.
Then, out of nowhere—with no event, birthday, or trip—Ann told me, “I’m going Tuesday night to get waxed.” The first actual scheduled appointment gave me hope like never before. At home, I got the middles started on homework and was putting our littles in the bathtub when I got a text from her: “Sweet Baby Jesus!”
When Ann got home, I got everyone in bed as quickly as possible so we could talk. I was so excited to see the results and so appreciative of the pain she’d obviously endured for my benefit. I lay on the bed next to her and asked how it was. She started describing the pain and telling me how much I’d better appreciate what she’d done. I immediately told her that if it was too much, I’d never ask her again—that I’d be content to trim and shave her as often as she’d let me.
“Oh, no you won’t,” Ann cut me off. “You won’t be content with a trim after you see this.” And then she showed me. Sweet Baby Jesus! She was completely bare! Of course, she was a little red and puffy on her mons and outer lips, but my Lord, what a beautiful pussy—completely exposed to my eyes. After I begged, Ann did allow some gentle kisses, and I was able to run the tip of my tongue gently between the folds of her pussy. My tongue barely touched her, but it was enough to taste and know that, while this had been painful, it had also been quite the turn-on for her.
“No more touching today,” Ann told me, “but I get to touch you, because I think it would be completely unfair to get you this excited and not take care of you.”
She silently oiled and stroked my cock, varying the pace, bringing me to the edge then backing off. I tossed a hand towel on my stomach to avoid a mess, and Ann turned up the heat, squeezing harder and stroking faster. I began to climax, twitching as my orgasm washed over me. Then I realized I hadn’t even cum yet. She continued to jerk my cock as my orgasm overwhelmed me, and I finally came. Overshooting the towel, the first spurts flew over my shoulder and landed on my pillow.
Wow! Ann continues to outdo expectations. I couldn’t wait to taste what’s next.
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