When you get married, you’re supposed to believe it will last forever. The two of you against the world. In your youth you believe your love can conquer everything. You believe there isn’t a single care or problem in the world that your bond cannot overcome. You believe that the sex will be special forever.
And it can be! If you try really, really, really hard at it. And get really lucky too (but I don’t mean in that way!). Life is going to throw everything at you and you need to keep on fucking. Through thick and thin, good times and bad. If you give up, you might never get it back.
Take it from me. It is my fortieth wedding anniversary today and I just got a soul-shaking blow job from my wife. I didn’t cum yet--we aren’t ready for the night to be over. And with her spread out here before me, I don’t know why I am still talking to you. Read and learn.
I know she’s probably pretty wet already--Pegg loves suckling my dick. Best she’s ever had, she always says. She can take it so deep and go and go for as long as I can hold out. My wife is as sexually voracious as she was in the 70s when I met her. She may not be down on her knees as often, but she still loves cock.
But now it is my turn.
As eager as Peggy is to please me, I have always been just as hungry to taste from her honeypot. My sweet wife is sweet all over and if I could I would bathe in her juices. For now I concentrate on just a couple of fingers and my eager tongue.
The moment my tongue connects with her clit she lurches and groans. I slowly lick up and down, side to side. As she settles into the rhythm, I ready my fingers at her hole. Peggy’s body has changed over the years, obviously so has mine. We can’t do everything we used to, but those things that have changed have just made us more sexy!
As my fingers slide into her, I curve them gently toward her G-spot. I remember when we discovered this pleasure...and it still makes her climax hard to this day. Between my tongue licking and my finger wiggling, Peggy’s body rapidly descends into orgasmic bliss. I keep up the pressure in both hot spots and revel in her intense feelings. I might get worried about her heavy breathing at other times, but in this instant, I know there’s nothing to fear.
I feel her reach down to my head and pull some of the hair that is left on the side. It feels so damn good to be wanted. And I know that’s what this means. She wants me. She wants my penis.
I climb up her body and we kiss deeply—our juices mingling. As I have so many times before, I slide into Peggy’s perfect body and we kiss again. This has happened so many times, and I can only hope for years more of it.