A Little Teasing For Both Of Us ~ Ignite Story

As I’ve mentioned in my other stories, my wife and I are a Christian couple, in our early sixties, with two daughters and six grandkids.  We have a very blessed family life and marriage and a very blessed love life.  We are the ordinary-looking, plain vanilla couple who have a nice little secret—our very passionate love life.

Saturday morning was a lazy day, with no particular plans that would cause us to have to get up and get out of the house.  We woke up slowly, the sun gently illuminating the bedroom through the white shades and curtains.  I had wanted to make love the night before, but my wife deferred because she was too tired from a day spent running around with our kids and grandkids while I was at work.  I never get angry about having to postpone our lovemaking because our special “private time” together is always worth the wait.

After we were both awake,  Janet stretched her limbs and mentioned it was about time to get up. But she seemed to be in no real hurry, and I was hoping to make love with her this morning.  So I started the ball rolling by offering to give her a really nice back massage to start the day since she was too tired to enjoy one the night before.

She turned over onto her stomach, and I began massaging her back and shoulders.  I lifted her long thin nightshirt to get my hands underneath for skin-to-skin contact.  She was not wearing underwear, so now her luscious rear end was in full view.

“Oh my!” I murmured in appreciation, my hands working up and down her spine.

“So tell me,” my wife said. “Does this back rub come with… strings attached?”

I kept my hands moving up and down, now kneading her lower back.  “Well, since we didn’t make love last night…”  I let my words trail off, just hinting about my hopes.  I leaned over and kissed her lower back, then began lightly caressing the cheeks of her rear end.  “And how could I resist this?” I asked, giving her a couple of playful pinches on her soft bottom.

Janet chuckled knowingly.  “Of course you can’t!” she answered, letting me play a little bit more before she mentioned some guidelines if we were to continue down the path to morning fun. “You know I don’t like making love when I feel stinky, so we have to shower first,”  Janet said.

“Sure!” I answered.  I always enjoy the opportunity to play with her wet body.  So we headed to the shower for a quick clean-up so we could thoroughly enjoy each other’s company.

Once in the shower, Janet handed down a couple more “rules” while soaping her body.  “Remember,  I want a good massage before we do anything else!” she stated.

“Of course,” I replied, smiling as I started to wash.  Only a very foolish husband would turn down the chance to give his wife a massage, especially when more fun afterward was guaranteed!

Janet also knows my lack of control when it comes to her body, so she had an additional demand.  “And you have to keep your hands off while I shower!”

“Hmmm,” I murmured, “now that will take some work!” Sometimes that statement from her is serious, and sometimes just a  playful dare to encourage me to break her rules.  I was contemplating what my behavior should be when Janet gave me a friendly warning.

“Mmm-hmm,” she acknowledged, smiling.  In mock sternness, she said, “Now, don’t do anything to put me out of the mood!”  That teasing little threat, so sweetly and playfully delivered, was obviously meant to keep me from moving too fast and to increase my physical and mental tension.  Oh, the games we old married couples play!

Janet proceeded to take a deliberately slow, lazy shower. She knew full well how her visual display would supercharge my libido, especially since I had to keep my hungry hands off her wonderful curves.  My eyes drank in the sight of my wife’s wet,  soapy body just inches from me.  Janet’s breasts are large; when supported by her 36DDD bra, they are like huge round cantaloupes sitting up on her chest. Naked in the shower, gravity takes over. Her full breasts flatten against her chest and point more downward, becoming pendulous, teardrop-shaped torpedoes of flesh with nipples arising from the lower front edge of each heavy globe.  As Janet washed her hair, her breasts moved up and down invitingly.  Rivulets of water rolled over them, then trickled down, tracing the curves of her torso, hips, and legs.

The vision of my wife’s body made me lightheaded from desire!  All of me wanted to touch her, but I had to keep my hands at bay.  In playful defiance of Janet’s earlier restriction, I stood closer and let my erection bump into her leg and groin as I moved my arms to wash.  I intentionally brushed my forearms lightly against her chest.

“I knew you couldn’t behave!” my wife gloated.

“You said I couldn’t use my hands,” I retorted—and I had not; I teased her with my arms instead.  I smiled in victory.  My self-control gave her no escape from the rest of my plans.  Not that she wanted to avoid her “wifely duties.”  In reality, our enthusiasm to restart last night’s escapade was now equal.

We turned off the water and dried ourselves in a hurry to get back to our bed.  Janet climbed onto the mattress first and stretched out on her stomach.  “I am ready for my back rub!” she sang.

“Don’t you want to lie on your side?” I teased.  Sometimes she prefers to lay on her side, and I can move more quickly from a massage to lovemaking when her lovely chest is easily accessible for attention.

But this morning, she was in a deliciously teasing mood and decided to play hard to get!  “Oh, no,” Janet said, smiling. “I’ll stay on my stomach for a while.  I need to keep you under control, or I won’t get a very long massage!”

I straddled her legs and positioned my hands on her upper back.  “You are right about that!” I admitted and happily began a slow, sensual massage.  The sight of her naked body and the feel of my hands roaming all over her increased my excitement as I caressed and kneaded her silky smooth skin.  To add fuel to my fire, she had used a shampoo that always acts on my senses as an aphrodisiac, and the alluring fragrance was ever-present as I worked.  Desire soon overcame me, and I started kissing along her spine, working my way up to the back of her neck where the smell of the shampoo was strongest.  “I’m ready for you to turn over,” I sighed against her flesh.

My sweet, sexy wife decided to tease me and held off on the next step.  “Not yet.”  She gave me a sideways glance and smiled.  “You have more work to do!”  Janet bent her arms so that her hands were up near her head.  Facing down, her breasts were squashed against the mattress so that their soft flesh peeked out from under her torso.

My hungry hands went back to work, up and down her body.  Now that I could occasionally caress the side of each breast, my ardor increased even further!  Soon I was in sweet agony, aching to do more!  I kissed her shoulders as I murmured, “I am craving you!  Will you turn over now?”

My wife obviously enjoyed my predicament.  “What’s the magic word?” she taunted playfully.

“Please?” I surrendered to her request and kissed her back once more. She didn’t move, so I said it again. “Please!” I kissed and caressed more fervently.

“It’s fun to hear you beg.” Janet smiled, then sweetly demanded, “Just once more…”

I groaned into her soft skin, “Please! I’ve got to have you! Please!”  I was frantic with the desire to make love with her!

“Alright,” she answered, “you’ve worked long enough!”  My wife mercifully rolled onto her back.  My eyes were filled with the sight of her huge breasts tossing from side to side as they settled on top of her torso.

I leaned over and gave Janet a deep, passionate kiss as I fondled her mounds with my right hand.  I kissed the side of her neck, which she tells me always gives her a “tingly feeling,” before kissing my way over her collarbone.  When I arrived at her chest, I pulled my lips away.

I focused my attention on her right breast.  Using the backs of my hand fingers, I caressed its full curves.  Then I turned my hand over and used my hand’s heel and palm to retrace the same path.  My wife’s right nipple was growing harder and more erect, and her areola’s soft skin was starting to wrinkle in excitement.  Then, the pads of my fingertips traced all over the flesh of her right mound, then again along the same path but with slightly firmer pressure.  I was giving her breast a mini-massage!  Next, I used one fingertip to gently caress the wrinkly skin surrounding the hardening tip.  Janet sighed with pleasure.

“I love this!”  I whispered, watching her nipple intently as it became even stiffer from my attention, the wrinkly skin even more turgid and pronounced.  After 40 years of lovemaking, I didn’t have to look up to know her eyes would be half-closed, her face in a look of dreamy, contented bliss from her increasing arousal.  Janet really enjoys my breast and nipple play, and now that I had her in such a receptive mood, I was determined to take my time and make her as excited as possible every step of the way in our lovemaking.

I opened my hand so that my fingers were spread wide apart and caressed with the outside of my thumb along the side of her nipple.  I moved my hand exquisitely slowly until her stiff tip had finished tracing along the sides of all my fingers and was rewarded by my wife’s sighs of satisfaction with this deliberate, teasing “torture.”  To change things up, I paused and then used the pad of my pointer fingertip and gently tapped the very end of the nubbin, making it stiffen even more.

Janet gasped in surprise and delight at the sudden new sensation.  Her face had a sweet look of tension as she tried to anticipate my next move.  She was aching to feel my mouth on her chest, but I had determined to prolong our experience and enjoy a little husbandly revenge. “Are you ever going to kiss it?” she growled.

I  took hold of her nipple between my finger and thumb, squeezing gently and making her moan softly.  “Eventually,” I breathed, watching the tip of flesh stiffen as I slowly rolled it between my fingers. “Maybe…” My teasing elicited a groan as I tweaked her nipple just a little harder.  “You made me wait for this,” I murmured, “and now it’s your turn!”

My wife writhed sensually under my touch as she realized my plan.  “Oh my,” she responded, her eyes closed in contented, pleasurable anguish from my unrelenting nipple play.  “You’re going to tease me to death, aren’t you?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I affirmed, pulling the tip up so I could kiss and nuzzle at the base of her nipple. My wife sighed at the touch of my lips as I reminded her, “I haven’t even gotten to the left one yet!”  Janet whimpered in sweet surrender with the realization that I had another entire breast to play with before I would do anything more.

“Speaking of your left breast,  I need to check on what’s going on over there!” I stated.  I shifted so that my body lay on her torso, my face between the mounds on her chest.  My erect penis found the groove between her inner thigh and groin, and I let it settle in there, close enough to her vulva to serve as a reminder of what was eventually going to happen.  I released her right nipple and began to fondle and knead the flesh of her left breast.  Her left nipple was already distended, and I made sure to point it out.  “Oh my,” I said, “this one is already very excited!”

Describing her body’s responses to my actions is a verbal cue that always serves to stoke the fire in her beautiful,  aroused mind.  She groaned in acknowledgment as I toyed with that mound the same way as the right one earlier.  Her left breast is more sensitive than the right, so Janet’s moans and sighs of pleasure became more distinct as I played relentlessly.  Once I had the left nipple hard and erect from brushing it with my hand, I held it between my finger and thumb, enjoying more gasps and groans from my wife.  I silently reveled in victory as I enjoyed her wonderfully sensual sounds.  Soon, I took hold of her right nipple again and began lightly pinching and rolling both of those sweet tips at the same time, adding a little tugging action as well.  “Oh, my!” I murmured. “Look how long they are!”

This comment, added to the physical teasing, really did the trick!  Janet tilted her head up very slightly so she could see what I was doing to her beautiful body.  Her eyes were half-open, gleaming with desire, as she focused on my fingers and thumbs tweaking and pulling her swollen nipples.  Her face was a vision of sweet sensual tension as I lifted each heavy breast juuust slightly by stretching those persistently teased, tugged, and tormented tips!  While pulling her nipples, I moved my hands in small circles, enjoying the sight of those ample mounds playing “follow the leader” as the flesh rolled and shifted in the same pattern.  The low, mewling sound that came from her lips was indescribably erotic as she panted and groaned in response!  “Ooooh, Guuuh!” Janet gurgled, her pelvis writhing against me.

“I can’t hold off any longer!” I groaned, “May I kiss them, please?”  By the time she hissed, “Yes!” I had already engulfed the most sensitive end of her left breast with my mouth, voraciously sucking the flesh in and swirling my tongue around and over the distended nipple!  “Thank you,” I murmured into her soft flesh.  My wife responded with moans of approval.

Holding each beautiful mound firmly, the nipples pointing at me, I went from one luscious breast to the other, ravenously attacking each tip!  I groaned in pleasure, then pressed her breasts together, creating a tight valley of cleavage for my tongue to explore.  Her nipples were now closer together as well.  This allowed me to go from one tip to the other more easily, and I fervently, sensually, mauled her sensitive flesh with my mouth, lips, and tongue.

Moaning in pleasure, Janet tried to keep playing with my chest and nipples hoping that my arousal would encourage me to enter her.  But my wife’s valiant efforts became weaker as I continued devouring her nipples until she let her arms fall to her sides, totally surrendering to me.

Crazed by her arousal, I was totally focused on her body and determined to maintain control of our lovemaking session!  I rose to kneel between her legs.  In this more upright position, she couldn’t reach my chest, and now the only appreciable contact we had was my erection as it fell into familiar territory, nestled in the wet groove formed by her labia.

Janet opened her thighs, bent her legs a little, and braced her heels on the mattress, knowing full well what was coming next.  She becomes very aroused when I mention her erogenous areas in the third person.  “Ready for me to tease it?” I asked, obviously referring to her vulva.  Her labia had swollen with anticipation, fluid leaking from her private vault.  I didn’t wait for an answer, as her beautiful body was totally receptive at this point.  I took my erection in my hand and slid the tip of the head between her warm, wet inner labia, tracing them from the middle down, then up along the slick edges, finally bumping into the top of the V where her clitoris lives.

This really gets her going!  My wife gasped and started moving her pelvis up and down to create more sensations for both of us.  Her eyes half-closed eyes gleamed with desire, and her arms stretched out to the sides, clutching the sheets for more traction as she obediently worked her hips up and down, grunting and groaning sensually with each upward thrust.  Her movements caused her large breasts to roll and shift from side to side.

“Oh, yeeeaaah,” I murmured.  My eyes were in husbandly heaven, fully enjoying the sight of my wife’s body on display before me, but also supremely satisfied that my wife was so incredibly aroused as well!  After only a minute or so of her exquisite pelvic motions, Janet said,  ‘You’d better get in me! Soon!”

Still, I was resolved to continue teasing her body. In answer, I took hold of her ankles and bent her legs up to a 90-degree angle.  I steered her knees forward and down toward her chest until her legs were folded back against her, the front of her thighs pressed against her torso.  Then I slid my hips forward so that the fronts of my thighs bore down on the backs of her legs and buttocks.  Pinned in this very sensual position, her vulva was easily accessible between her upright, bent open legs.  She couldn’t squirm away, and she couldn’t reach my chest enough to distract me by teasing my nipples.  I had control of my wife’s wonderful body, and I would take full advantage, lovingly teasing her into delirium.

“I’m not finished playing with you yet!” I growled.  I held her ankles firmly, shifting my knees and guiding my erect member between those thighs.  By leaning forward just a little, I created a firmer sensation of my shaft resting lengthwise along her warm slit, then made little mini-thrusts back and forth.

Janet groaned with pleasure, and her hands clenched the bedding tighter as I rocked my pelvis, teasing her incessantly with my erection, sliding back and forth in her groove and bumping into her sensitive clitoris at the top of her slit.  I soon had her in a great place, both physically and mentally.  Her face contorted with her rising tension; she began breathing harder, panting a little as her excitement built.  Her eyes were no longer focusing but glazed over in excitement.

I relished her incredibly delicious state of arousal!  Janet’s beautiful body was all mine, and my unabated foreplay was making her a sweet mess!  Soon she was absolutely craving release!  She moaned, “Oooooh, I’m CLOSE! You need to get in me!”

I shifted my hips and steered the head of my erect penis so that it was just barely inside the entrance of her aching vagina.  I held steady there,  ready to do more.  With her legs bent back and me holding her ankles, she couldn’t do anything but accept whatever pleasure I was willing to give.  She was frantic with desire and the need for me to finish her!

“Just tell me what you want, baby!” I said in a sweet, innocent voice as if I didn’t know she was smoldering like a volcano, aching for an explosion between her legs.

“Oooooh!” my wife groaned, “I want you IN me!”

I only moved forward a little, teasing her with a bit more of my swollen penis but deliciously holding back so she could have a taste of what could be hers.  “What’s the magic word?” I asked, repeating her earlier phrase in the same playful, taunting tone.  I was making it very clear that this was the payback for her teasing actions earlier when she made me wait and beg for the pleasures of her body.

The realization of her predicament and my sensual intentions dawned beautifully on my wife’s face.  “Please!” Janet said softly, her eyes glistening in surrender.

I didn’t even make her wait until she finished the whole word.  She was only halfway through her plea when I slid forward,  plunging my swollen organ inside her all the way.  Usually, when I first enter her, she answers with a distinct “Oh, my!” at the sensation.  But this time, with her legs bent, I was able to go in deeper and really fill her warm vault.  In her state of extreme arousal,  my wife’s response was a gurgled “UUHH! MUUUUH!” from her half-gaping mouth.  Her eyes sparkled, wide with excitement, as she stared up at the ceiling, totally absorbed in the intense sensation.

Her reactions sent me into a frenzied state of sensual power, and I just had to ask for more!  I backed my erection out 3/4 of the way, holding her steady by her ankles and letting her feel the fullness of my organ poised for another thrust.  “Say it again!” I urged.

Janet answered “PLEASE!” in a slightly louder voice.

I pushed in with a little more force, causing her to grunt sensually as I filled her once more.  I pressed into her vulva with my pubis, grinding against her clitoris for a few seconds before pulling back. “Again!” I ordered, bucking harder into her as she replied, “PUUHLEASE!”  Once more, I pulled back and readied myself for another turn.   “Louder!” I commanded, this time holding still while waiting for her response.

Janet did not hesitate, obeying enthusiastically and with much-increased volume.  “PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEEEEAAASE!”  She panted in sweet surrender as I fulfilled my part of the bargain by powerfully thrusting into her.

“You are so sexy!” I growled, then promised, “I’m going to finish you off!”  I let go of her ankles, and she planted her feet on the bed, keeping her legs slightly bent.  I braced myself by placing my hands on the bed near her shoulders and began moving my hips forward and back.

Janet reached her arms out to her sides and grabbed the sheets for support again as I  pushed into her.  We immediately got into our familiar rhythm that would soon bring us to mutual satisfaction.  Our pelvic motions were causing her beautiful mounds to shake and jiggle sensually with each forward movement I made.  I increased my hips’ pace and force, driving harder and deeper, making her large breasts flop up and down rhythmically on her chest!

Janet began grunting, “Oh YEAH!” at the end of every thrust into her warm vault!  I couldn’t help but make my own perfectly timed groans of delight as well!  I was absolutely crazed by the visual display and our mutual grunts and groans of pleasure!  Our bodies meshed perfectly, and the sights and sounds of encouragement we gave each other sent our desire through the roof!  The intensity overwhelmed me, and I fast approached my limit.  I started pleading for her release!

“OH, baby!  GO for me!  PLEASE!” I begged, and we both moaned loudly as we spilled over the edge in a noisy, passionate eruption of orgasms!  As our excitement levels diminished, we slowed down gradually and kissed deeply.  I slipped out of her and rolled onto my back beside her, groaning in satisfaction.

After a few minutes, we were both calmed down from our extended play session.  “Oh, my!” I said. “Every time we make love, it’s great, but THAT was amazing!”

Janet smiled, snuggling against my chest.  “Yeah, you were a wild man today!”

“You teased me so much I couldn’t help getting you back,” I explained.

My wife admitted, “I teased you quite a bit before we really got going, so I got what I deserved!”

I smiled and replied, “The old saying is that paybacks are hell, but sometimes, paybacks can be heavenly!”