Post-Holiday Bliss
It was our turn to travel for the holidays — and so we did.
Planes, trains, and automobiles. Luggage. Packages. Rushing through airport terminals. Packed like sardines. Feeling the stress all around us. Staying with our children’s families. Playing with grandchildren. Up early. Staying up late. Time zone changes. Unfamiliar beds. Food. Noise — lot of noise.
All good of course. But it can disrupt one’s system.
Finally we returned home. Freed the dog from the boarding kennel. Unpacked. Put things away. Sat down exhausted and rested in the silence.
The next morning we laid in bed. The sun was peeking through the curtains. It was a vacation day. No place to go.
I felt those normal pangs of desire. As expected, there had been no opportunities to fulfill those pangs on the trip.
I turned onto my side. My wife was on her side looking at me as well.
”So,” I said, “Would you allow me to make love to you this morning?”
She laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to ask.”
My wife rolled onto to her stomach and looked at me again. “But please take your time. I am up for anything, but I need more than a quickie this morning.”
How could I say no to that?
I rolled my wife onto her back, placed a pillow under her head. I pulled back the covers. I helped her sit up so we could remove her shirt and panties together. I gently helped lay her back down on the pillow. I marveled in her naked beauty.
“This one is on me,” I said. “May I touch you in all ways?”
My wife signaled her assent by kissing me. I kissed her back as I laid besides her.
We kept kissing each other slowly while looking at each other. My thumb began to slowly do circles on her stomach as my fingers brushed the top of her mound of private hair.
I started to kiss her neck and softly nibble her earlobes. My right hand made its way to her left breast holding it gently
“May I kiss your breasts?” I whispered.
She gently pushed my head to her chest.
I took her first breast and kissed it. I blew softly on the nipple and watched it start to harden. My tongue circled her areola and then I sucked her nipple.
A loud moan from my wife was the signal that she was enjoying it. A similar sound occurred after I cared for her other breast the same way.
After spending several moments kissing her breasts, hands, arms, and stomach, I made my way up to my wife again. Her eyes were closed and she sighed softly. I kissed her and she opened her eyes.
“Doing ok?” I whispered. She nodded yes.
“You ok if I move farther down?”
My wife placed her hand on the side of my face and smiled. “You can’t leave me in this condition.”
I slid down and positioned myself on my stomach, between her legs, pushing them to either side. The entrance to her sacred chamber started to glisten with her wetness.
Slowly I went — first touching and kissing her inner thighs. My fingers worked through her private hair as my thumbs softly rubbed the outer edges of her entrance.
I moved one finger up and down her entrance. My wife’s body started to slightly quiver and she placed her hands on my shoulders. I took my time softly rubbing that area, never penetrating, but working around the edges.
Finally I inched closer to her entrance and began to use my tongue to pleasure her. I moved up and down, side to side, enjoying her taste.
My wife’s sighs turned to moans. She held my hands and raised her hips to give me better access.
Such a reaction only motivated me to more. My tongue continue its mission, increasing in speed, until my wife reached the height of intimacy, her wetness wetting my tongue.
I kept going until my wife’s breathing returned to normal. I kissed her entrance and tasted her entrance one final time. Then I moved back up to my wife where we cuddled.
“You ok?” I asked.
She nodded.
“How could I not be after that?” she said with a smile. “Slow lovemaking is the best kind.”
It sounds like you guys had a very busy but enjoyable holiday season.
I didn’t know where this was going, but I was deeply satisfied with this line, “This one is on me,”
Great gratification can be derived from giving your spouse pleasure.
I too loved the story.
“as my fingers brushed the mound of her private hair’ conjured up thoughts of my own wife’s full hairy mound which of course leads to her ‘sacred chamber’.
I agree KingdomMan, ‘great gratification can be derived from giving your spouse pleasure’.
Great story! It is so wonderful for us when my wife is in the mood for cunnilingus!
“The entrance to her sacred chamber” was a nice way to describe her ladyparts.
I truly hope this is just part one of the story. For us this type of experience is followed up with a loving and passionate pussy pounding. And you DID say that you were “feeling those normal pangs of desire.”
That being said, what this story describes is truly lovemaking. Making love is not just PIV. As we have aged we’ve cum to know that even more. (Pun intended) We do sexually what we can within our limitations and are grateful for it. So, thank you for sharing. And I hope there is a part two in the cue.
Beautiful story so sexy. I love making my wife quiver and moan. Thanks for a great story
You just made me realize that there will be times where I would enjoy the gentle "may I make love to you?" from my future husband, not just the impassioned ravishing (though I want that too!). There are so many beautiful moods for married loving that I can't wait to experience. Your story was so relaxed and sweet. Loved it!
No better breakfast than feasting on your wife’s sacred chamber, licking and sucking on her beautiful pussy. Nothing better than that.
Beautifully written. Just love giving my wife oral. I could do that all day! The scent, sight and taste are intoxicating.
Thank you for the kind comments!