Reassurance

I walked into the bedroom that Saturday morning to a nice sight:

My wife was naked and looking intently at herself in the full length mirror.

“That’s a very good look,” I said.

Her look of disgust reflected back to me from the mirror suggested disagreement.

”You have a biased opinion,” she said. “I am a mess.”

My wife and our daughters, like so many other women, have had to deal with our society’s perception of “the perfect woman.” It took me years to understand that, but for many women it is a reality.

My wife has never been that impacted by such expectations, for she is comfortable with who she is. But with the arrival of a significant milestone birthday and retirement looming just over the horizon, those doubts showed up this day.

“I have gained weight,” she said, twisting her body in different angles to confirm.

“I am sagging,” she said as she touched breasts, arms and stomach.

“I am getting gray hair upstairs and downstairs,” she say. My wife didn’t touch those locations but they were implied.

My replies to each were:

1. Not that you could tell, and if there are a few extra pounds, they are located where they can highlight other attributes.

2. Not noticeable.

3. Totally hot.

But I saved those specific replies for later. Instead, I walked over, gingerly put my arms around her, and kissed the back of her right shoulder. We looked at each other via the mirror.

“You are still stunning, and I will always want to ravish you,” I said.

She kept looking at herself in the mirror.

“Even in the retirement home?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. “Unless the one next door is a total hottie.”

My wife turned around, nestled herself into my arms, and started to stroke the growing bulge in my pants. She proceeded to give me a long, lingering, deep, wet kiss.

“I’ll change your mind,” she said.

We closed our eyes and kissed deeply. Our tongues intertwined. It felt like we were touching each other’s souls.

When we finally came up for air, I asked, “May I touch you?”

A kiss on the lips was followed by her smile. “Dude… if you haven’t got the hint yet,” she said, “there is no hope for you.”

We kissed deeply again. As we did, I gently squeezed her tush. Her moans indicated her appreciation.

As we stood standing, we exchanged short kisses. I started to kiss up and down her neck. I bent down far enough to where I could kiss her breasts. I sucked her hard nipples. More moans ensued.

After more time spent tasting her that way, I moved up and took my wife by the hand, gently sat her down on the edge of the bed, and pulled a pillow closer so she could rest her head. Her knees and lower legs hung over the side of the bed. I knelt down and spread her legs, facing her sacred chamber.

I began to slowly kiss her inner thighs, my fingers making small circles on her skin. I watched her personal moisture form at the entrance between her legs.

My wife shifted positions so I could gain better access to her chamber, and I moved in closer. The fingers of my left hand slowly moved through the soft fur above her middle. I used the forefinger of my right hand to move up and down her entrance. I carefully inserted the finger inside her.

A gasp followed by a moan could be heard above me.

I began to move my finger slowly back and forth in her chamber. As she became more comfortable with one, I added a second finger to the effort.

My wife grabbed my left hand and squeezed. She was getting closer. I picked up the pace, going faster now.

As her moans grew in volume, she lifted her tush off the bed and her legs stiffened, held straight out. Several final thrusts of my fingers resulted in my wife’s body withering with passion. Her private wetness covered my fingers.

I stayed there between her legs as she returned to normal. I slowly removed my fingers, tasted her passion, kissed her entrance and then moved up to her, kissing her stomach, both breasts, and mouth.

My wife looked at me and smiled. “Thanks for that,” she said.

I kissed her again.

“I want to keep doing that to you as long as I can,” I said. “We are going to be the envy of all those others in the nursing home.”