You know I’m not talking about Australia, but my favorite place to visit “down under”, my wife’s pussy.
I just loved going down on my wife, and her responses were amazing. After spending time kissing and touching each other, I loved the trip down to her hot wet pussy—starting with her neck and tasting the perfume she would wear; dang, I loved that taste. I’d travel into the cleavage between her gorgeous breasts, which even into her early fifties still looked as they did the day we were married. Then I’d lick, nibble, and suck on her nipples while caressing her pussy with the hand that wasn’t kneading the unattended breast. Slowly, I would free myself from the hypnotic spell of her breast and trail licks and kisses down her stomach.
I loved her inner thighs, especially where they met her abdomen. To drive her crazy, I’d bite and kiss there awhile. Soon she was pushing my head to her vagina—her hot, wet vagina. First I’d tease her clit with the very tip of my tongue, then she’d tell me to jackoff with the hand that I wasn’t using to tweak her nipples. She loved the moans I’d make into her pussy as I pumped my cock. Then my tongue would take a long slow lick out of her warm, dripping wetness. Oh, the taste is still in my memory after 10 years.
I paid close attention to her hip movements, and with her hands on both sides of my bald head, she’d move me left or right and pull my head into her, often hurting my nose. But I pressed on, flicking her clit with my tongue, continuing to work her nipples, and stroking my cock, which brought more moans of pleasure from my throat and into the area around her engorged bean. Harder she’d push my face into her as she began to raise her hips off of the bed and cum in small shudders of deep, deep pleasure.
Using my ears, my loving wife would bring me up to her and demand that I get my cock into her pussy. I tried mightily to make my thrusting last and go harder as she would beg. When I could last no more, I’d shoot my cum into her and continue to drive into her until my orgasm ebbed.
Withdrawing from her, I’d collapse next to her, pulling her into my arms and basking in the feeling of our bare skin pressing together. Oh, how I miss those days, but I live with memories that, after all of these years without her, give me the thoughts that bring me to an erection and fuel my passion for masturbation, which I do frequently
I love you, Heidi. I’ll see you again someday.
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