An Anniversary to Remember

My wife and I are in our late sixties and just celebrated our eighth anniversary. On the morning of our anniversary, she left with our neighbor to play doubles tennis in a women’s league.

While she was gone, I made it a point to take care of some things I wasn’t able to previously do. My wife loves gardening, so I bought several bags of Lobster Compost. I’d spread it wherever she wanted me to later in the day.

I also took a walk several blocks into the quaint New England village we live in and bought her a silver pendant necklace. She had been admiring it every time we walked past a particular shop. My final stop was the liquor store. I bought a bottle of tequila, margarita mix, and cocktail salt.

When she got home, I presented her with the jewelry and a freshly made frozen margarita. After toasting to our eighth year of marriage and opening her gift, she tried it on. She was radiant. The pendant and necklace highlighted her gorgeous fair skin and blond hair.

I was eager to head to bed to continue our celebration. She kidded me, though, by asking if it was a good time to spread the compost.

I said sure, as long as we get to bed early tonight.

She agreed with my idea. Then, we headed outside with margaritas in hand. We spread the compost within several gardens surrounding our home.

When we came back inside, we realized that we had to hurry up and take showers. We had to make our 6:30 pm reservation at a nearby oceanside restaurant.

Thankfully, we got to the restaurant in time and were able to have our favorite deckside table overlooking the water. We enjoyed a leisurely seafood dinner and a good bottle of Pinot Noir.

As we finished, the sunset over the water cast a brilliant ray of light from the horizon to the water’s edge. We clinked glasses once more, finished our wine, and began our short drive home.

I couldn’t keep my hand from caressing her thigh all the way. She put her hand over mine and our fingers intertwined.

When we got home and I closed the door behind us, we embraced and French kissed. I lifted her skirt up. Then I began grinding my erection in my pants against her garden of delight within her panties.

“Time for bed,” she whispered. She held my hand as I followed her up the stairs to our bedroom. We continued to kiss as I unbuttoned her blouse. Then she stepped out of her short skirt.

I motioned for her to sit on the side of the bed. When she did, I reached around and unbuckled her bra strap. She wiggled out of it and let it fall to the floor.

I kissed my way to her breasts, then licked and sucked her nipples — first the left and then the right. Meanwhile, she unbuckled the belt on my shorts and pushed them down. My dick was hard and aching. It strained to be released from my Jockey low rise briefs.

She rubbed my balls and caressed my dick with one hand. Teasingly, she slipped off my underwear with the other. My dick sprang to attention once it was released from confinement.

She got on her knees and kissed the head of my dick. Then, she slightly parted her lips. I arched my hips, watching as I slowly disappeared into her mouth. The feeling was incredible as she began to methodically bob her head up and down on the shaft of my penis. Then she’d stop with only the head in her mouth and suck…suck…suck. She kept this pattern up for another five minutes.

I moaned. “I wish I could cum in your mouth,” I said. She looked up at me with my dick in her mouth and nodded. I almost came right then and there. But, I didn’t. I knew there were other parts of her body that I wanted to explore.

I reached over to our nightstand where I had placed a bottle of Jojoba oil. “How about an anniversary massage you won’t forget?” I asked my wife.

“Sounds relaxing and fun to me,” she replied.

She leaned back on the bed and I lifted her legs up so she was lying down. I took off my shirt and joined her on the mattress, kneeling beside her.

I put an ample amount of oil on my hands and began kneading it into her neck and shoulders. I gave her a long French kiss as she fondled my balls and began to stroke my dick. I squirted some more oil on her breasts and began massaging them while licking and sucking her nipples.

“Put some of that oil on my fingers,” she requested.

I did and she began giving me a slow handjob. I arched my hips into the palm of her hands in synch with her stroking. It was hard to keep focused on providing her with a pleasurable massage, but I did. I placed some more oil on her stomach and continued to knead it into her muscles and skin.

My fingers were covered in oil as I gently caressed her vulva, tracing her outer lips with my middle finger. She let out a moan as I inserted it between her lips, rubbing it back and forth across her clit. Her raised hips pulsed in rhythm with my fingering. She put her hand on top of mine and pushed it toward her wet hole.

I knew what this meant. So, I inserted my finger deep into her snatch and began finger fucking her. “That feels good,” she said.

I knew what would feel better. I began licking and kissing my way down from her belly button to her pussy while still fingering her. My tongue replaced my finger as I used it to flick across her clit. Then I inserted it into her pussy. She grabbed my head and moved it up and down to let me know how she wanted me to proceed, which I did.

She rocked my head faster and faster until I felt the walls of her pussy contract on my tongue. She let out a scream.

“I’m cumming….”

I continued my tongue’s ministrations. Then I felt her pussy pulse with contractions, one after the other.

I remembered that I was in the middle of giving her a massage, so I got up on my knees again to continue.

Her legs were still spread apart and I was kneeling between them. My erection dangled close to her pussy. I was so turned on that I put Jojoba oil on her fingers and moved her hand to her pussy. She started to rub her clit. Then she opened her eyes to see that I had put oil on my erection. I was slowly stroking it close to her vulva lips.

We had never masturbated in front of each other before, but this was so sensual that we continued in earnest. Our eyes were drawn to what the other was doing. She rubbed her clit up and down and I stroked my cock. We kept at it as our pace increased along with our heavy breathing.

“I’m almost there,” I whispered.

She nodded in agreement and began to furiously rub her clit. Then she put a finger into her vagina to massage her g-spot. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was on the brink of an orgasm. So, I too began to stroke my cock furiously. It was standing at attention a few inches from her pussy.

“Let’s cum together,” I suggested.

She let out a whimper and nodded.

By this time we were matching each other’s movements stroke for stroke until she cried out, “I’m cumming… again.”

I followed close behind her with my own shouts, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

After a few minutes of watching her pussy pulse and my dick throb, I fell down beside her on the bed. She turned on her side and I snuggled behind her. We both then drifted off to a peaceful night of sleep.