Longing for that Ache (A) ~ Ignite Giveaway 2020 Winner

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My wife and I have been happily married for 22 years. Our sex life has always been fantastic from the start of our marriage, but it grew even stronger into our 40’s. Our passion was always hot prior to 40, especially after a night out with dinner for two and a few drinks that lowered the inhibitions a bit.

Some of my most memorable nights with her often involved long, passionate foreplay. I would suck on her breast and passionately kiss her, running my lips and tongue around her neck and earlobes. All the while, she’d handle my member and play with my balls. Often this led to me sliding down to begin tasting her love entrance.

Then there were the nights where she was really horny. I could get her so wet and hot that the juices flowed from her inner being. They would cover my face as she continued to open up wider and wider for me.

When she got really wet, she loved it when my tongue would make its way to her anal opening. I would take turns entering her vagina fully with my tongue, then moving on to gentle probing around her anal area. With each switch back and forth, both openings would become a little more inviting for what I wanted to give her.

I can picture her now pushing the beautiful backside God gave her onto my tongue. The way she moved forced my tongue into her more forbidden opening. She would moan with pleasure as my tongue probed into her asshole. At the same time, I would reach under with my fingers and play with her love button. It would drive her absolutely crazy. She usually climaxed with my tongue in one hole and fingers massaging the other. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she would tell me, “I need you inside of me.”

We explored many positions over the years. But we had a special one for when my wife got hot and climaxed from the play of my tongue. She would get on all fours and push her chest down with her ass up. She would demand that I give her all I have from behind.

I would enter her with ease. You could hear the suction from her love juices pulling me in. She would press back against my cock and demand it faster and harder. At this point, I had no defense. She would reach around to play with my balls as I was slamming into her, driving me wild.

Once I could feel my orgasm coming, I would give her a few last thrusts and explode into her. As I filled her with cum, this eruption almost always brought her to climax again. We would then collapse on top of one another. After a night like that, she would remind me the next morning that she could still feel me.

Our physical relationship always blessed us. Early in marriage, we both gave our bodies to one another freely, just as God called us to do. My wife was always considerate, ensuring that her “time of the month” didn’t mean that I would be waiting things out. I always knew when it came, not because of being denied but because of how she pursued me. She knew my urges were strong and always sought to take care of me.

I recall a walk in a local park before we even had kids. I started to get romantic, and she could feel my hardness pressing up against her. We walked off onto a side trail. There, she gave me a huge kiss and knelt on the colorful fallen leaves. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and started to massage the outside of my shorts. That made my bulge expand more.

Fortunately, it was a warm Autumn day. In no time, she had my shorts unbuttoned, my zipper down, and her hands around my thickness. She played for a while as I stood in pleasure, listening to other walkers who were further down the trail. Then she slowly pulled my shorts down and out jumped my stiff purple rod, aching for her love.

She looked up at me after seeing how stiff I was, and said, “You are missing me, aren’t you?” All I could do was nod and smile.

She pressed her fingers against the head of my rod, and my precum oozed out. Then she teased me by circling her lips around my swollen head and softly massaging my balls. We could hear voices getting closer, but it didn’t phase her a bit. She was going to take her time with me.

She worked me from the head down to the base of my shaft with her soft lips. The precum started to flow even more, and my testicles ached. I was in heaven.

After toying with me for a while, she could tell the voices were getting closer. She knew she needed to pick up the pace. So she took me fully into her mouth, stroking me with one hand while playing with my jewels in the other. She used her saliva and my juices to create a warm lubrication that was pure ecstasy.

Everything in her pace got faster. She always knew which buttons to push to bring me over the edge. She pulled me deep into her mouth with her tongue circling my head.

With her fingers around my balls, there was no way I could hold off. I exploded, my cum lacing its way into her throat.

A mother and son were now maybe 150 feet away through the trees, and there was no time for proper cleanup. She pulled up my shorts and patted my relaxed member. Then she stood to kiss me, and we walked in the direction of the oncomers. We took maybe 12-15 steps before we met the owners of the voices we had been hearing and said hello with a big smile.

I recall a similar time right after our marriage, where we had planned to drive out to see her family. The drive was over 1000 miles. It had been a couple of days since our last time together due to my wife’s time of the month again. A few hours into our drive, it was about 9 PM, and we had planned to knock out another few hundred miles.

She leaned over near me from the passenger seat, gave me a kiss on the neck, and placed her hand on my inner thigh. Within a second, she noticed what her touch did to me and how much I missed her. She could feel my need for her in a big way and started to massage me over my pants. A few minutes later, she unbuckled my jeans and slid down the zipper. Access wasn’t great, so I obliged with a lift of my butt off the seat so she could pull them down. With one hand on the wheel, I used the other to help push my pants down to my knees.

As I focused on interstate traffic, my beautiful wife focused on me. She planted her face in my lap and started to work my head with her lips and tongue, but I could tell she wanted more access to me. I put the car on cruise control and did my best to spread my legs to give her more to play with. She was able to cup my balls with one hand while she worked me over with her lips.

It took a lot of effort on my part to stay focused on the road while she enjoyed me. She had me on the cusp of a climax, and I let her know with my verbal reactions that I was about to cum. She took me deep in her mouth while playing with my balls. Finally, I exploded as we cruised down the interstate.

Both of these examples are great memories from our early years. They became standard practice for how my wife took care of me when my passion for her needed to be released.

After 40, things got even more intense. That was because we learned how to communicate our desires and fantasies to one another in a much more open way. We started a practice of taking turns writing letters to one another. In them, we would describe every element of how and where we wanted to make love to one another. We would share these letters during a brief separation due to work travel or when a couple of days had gone by without making love. The anticipation of knowing each other’s desires and visualizing the lovemaking session before it happened became incredibly erotic.

One of my favorites was about four years ago. I won’t cover the whole setup, but we had been apart for about three days. As I got into my 40’s, going one day without making love to her could be managed. By day two, I could feel my balls starting to tingle and would get easily aroused. But by day three, I would be in a full out ache. My balls would be sore, and all I could think about was filling up my wife.

During this particular three-day separation, I had written to my wife. I reminded her that my flight came in at 11:00 AM. It would be an excellent time for her to take an early lunch at work so she could meet me at home.

I described to her that I wanted her to lay a blanket over our kitchen table. Then she was to undress and lay on the table on her back with her legs propped up and pelvis at the edge of the table. When I entered the house, I would undress and stand in front of her. That way, she could turn her head to take my member in her mouth just for a minute. I wanted her to feel how hard I was and how much I was aching for her.

I told her I would then stand beside her and first massage her love opening with my hands. After getting her warmed up, I planned to kneel beside the table between her legs and devour her. My lips and tongue would probe her for about 20 minutes. Once she needed me inside of her, I would stand up between her thighs, pull her close, and slowly enter her. I would make love to her in full daylight, looking out at our peaceful backyard.

I had been building up my juices for her and let her know that I didn’t know how long I would last because my balls were aching. I said that I would give her all I could. As I felt myself getting ready to climax, I planned to pull out of her and allow my juices to shoot all over the outside of her swollen clit. I wanted to leave my cum on the edge of her opening for us both to see and feel. I told her I would massage my cum all around her clit with my finger and thumb. That would bring her to another climax with the lubrication I provided her.

Well, on that day, we did just what I’d described. She climaxed first before I even entered her, and it didn’t take long for my ache to release. I delivered it to her as promised and then brought her to climax again. To this day, I can picture the beauty of her laying across our kitchen table with my semen drenching her clit and swollen entry.

I can think of another time from about five years ago. My wife wrote me a letter while I was gone for four days on a hunting trip. While I was still gone, she described a very detailed foreplay session. It included us undressing one another after a prolonged kissing session and then sitting across from one another naked. I would sit at the edge of the bed, and she’d take a chair.

She planned that she would get to sit back and watch me caress my rock hard dick. At the same time, she would massage her clit with her index finger. She’d be cleanly shaven; that way, I could see how swollen it was and how much she wanted me. She warned me that I would need to stroke my rod slowly and not climax. She was going to need me inside of her at my maximum hardness. She told me I would get to watch her bring herself to the brink.

When she had reached that point, she wanted me to move to the floor with my back against the wall. She would straddle me and use the leverage of the wall to bring all of me into her. She wanted to buck against me hard and fast until I filled her with the love juices that had been building for her.

This plan had me so excited I could hardly walk when I finally got home from my trip. Envisioning her naked in front of me, playing with her clit, was more than I could handle. When I got home, the kids were still there, but she said they would be gone that night. Our plan would have to wait until the evening.

I couldn’t take it and told her I wasn’t sure I could wait. I followed her into the bedroom while she went to put something away in our master closet. Our embrace was intense. In a second, our breathing raced. Our kiss lasted long, and our bodies locked on to one another. My member had grown rock hard and pressed against her midsection.

I put my hand up her shirt, and to my liking, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breast fit perfectly into my grip. I could feel the receptiveness in her soft body, telling me she needed me as much as I needed her.

The plan she had written up for me was going to have to wait. We tried to stop, but there was no way we could. I needed to be inside of her to release my love, and she needed to feel all of me.

With the kids in the other room, we madly undressed each other. We scooted from the master closet into the ensuite bathroom. I sat at the edge of our jacuzzi tub while she straddled my lap, bringing my hardness into her with her legs dangling into the bath.

Our intensity raged as we both just needed to release onto one another. From where I was sitting, I could pull my wife into me and control the pace. With each thrust, she gasped and bit her lip. She wanted to scream but knew the kids were right outside the door.

I pulled her onto me, back and forth. I could look down and watch every bit of our two bodies consuming one another. She was swollen with desire, and my member had turned completely purple.

I was getting close, and I knew she was as well. I gave her a couple of last pulls and thrusts into me. Then, as I exploded, my pulsating dick sent her off as well. She trembled in my arms for at least a few minutes. As she climbed off of me, our juices fell to the tile floor.

The thought of her letter and our absence had put me past the point of no return, as it did for her. Fortunately, her writing didn’t go to waste as we got to enact her plan later that evening when the kids were gone.

I recall these beautiful memories with much love. I am now 49 and long for these times greatly. About two years ago, I noticed a significant change in my sex drive. I can still make love to my beautiful wife, but things have changed for me physically. The ache in my balls that used to fill me with passion doesn’t just happen anymore, regardless of how many days pass without making love. I don’t get as firm as I once did, and my ejaculations are much weaker.

I was checked out by a doctor who said my hormone levels were normal. While I can still make love to her, I am not initiating nearly as much as I used to. The immediate urge isn’t there, and I know that my wife will have to put in a lot of work to get me ready for her. I have dabbled with Viagra. That does make me firmer for her but doesn’t change my drive much. The intensity and animalistic crave that we often felt in our lovemaking sessions have waned on my account. Nothing has changed in our marriage, nor has additional stress entered our lives. But the physical change I have experienced has been noticeable.

My wife’s #1 love language is physical touch, and it means so much to me to overwhelm her with the passion I feel for her. I miss the physical ache that just appeared in no time between our lovemaking sessions. It allowed me to make love to her with the passion that God intends for a man to shower his bride with, and I want it back!