? The Usual Way

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My wife and I are in our early sixties.  We have been blessed by God with a marriage that is strong after 40 years, two children, six grandchildren, and with sons-in-law that admire, respect, and love us as their own parents.  My wife Janet and I are the average-looking middle-aged couple, both with a few extra pounds around the middle, graying hair, etc.  But I just have to share our “little secret” … Our outstanding love life!

We have gotten into a routine the past couple of years that is wonderful in keeping our relationship in touch with the physical aspect of marriage.  Nearly every night, I give my wife a back rub.  Sometimes it is a short version while she is on her side, but many times I have the pleasure of giving her a “full” rub.  These are when she turns fully onto her stomach so I can straddle her hips and use both hands to work the muscles from her shoulder down to her ankles.  Once I get into a rhythm with my hands, it feels very luxurious (her words, not mine).  Of course, anytime I have my hands on my wife’s bare skin there is a chance of the physical contact leading to other things, so there is no downside.  Just like last night….

I convinced Janet to turn over for a complete massage.  Once she was in position, I pushed her pajama shirt up so both of my hands could reach under the fabric and massage her neck and shoulder area.  She was murmuring her approval, so I continued and slowly moved down along her spine and onto her lower back.  She has a few extra pounds around her waist and hips, but the slight bit of extra flesh allows me to really press into her with the heels of my hands without causing pain.  She loves how I knead and work the flesh and muscles this way.

I next pulled her pajama shorts down so I could have access to her nice rear end.  Continuing to knead the flesh of her buttocks, I worked my way down the back of her thighs.  I caressed and massaged the muscles of her legs and calves, even rubbing the arches of her feet.

As I started back up along her calves and thighs, Janet said “My, I am receiving the full treatment!”

“Uh-huh,” I murmured. “I could be persuaded to add coconut oil to your massage.”  Coconut oil was an extreme turn on for my wife, as she loves the slippery feeling and lubrication it offers on her skin and “other places.”

“That sounds nice. Does coconut oil come with an upcharge?” She asked playfully.

“Oh yes,” I played along.  “I”ll use the oil on your legs and back, but only if  I can massage it all over.”

Janet agreed. “That sounds like a good deal to me.”

I reached over to the side of the bed where I had quietly placed the small jar before I started her massage.

“Hmm,” Janet murmured, “you were planning this all along!”

I opened the jar, took a little of the magic substance on my hands, and started rubbing it onto her calves and thighs.  “I was just being prepared for any of your desires,” I explained.  After finishing with her legs, I applied oil all over her shoulders and back, working my way slowly toward her hips.

“You skipped my bottom,” Janet reminded me.

I took a little more oil.  “I’m just saving the best for last!” I replied, kneading the substance into her buttocks slowly.  Shifting so I was to the side of her hips, I trailed my fingertips all over her luscious rear end, always massaging, sometimes gently playfully pinching her flesh.  I slowly explored her soft rump, then slid my fingers into the folds of her private flesh.

After a couple of minutes of touching, I dabbed one fingertip into the jar and began slowly caressing the inside edges of her butt cheeks, working my way further down and forward until I was teasing her outer labia.  Her breathing quickened, and I gently stroked the inner labia, just at the “V” formed right near her perineum.

My wife shifted her legs apart ever so slightly, opening up her most private area, quietly but obviously surrendering to my advances.  I kept my fingertip moving slowly, teasing gently but relentlessly, until Janet was sighing and murmuring with pleasure.  Then I slid my fingertip further “north” into her warm crevice, dipping just a little deeper into her private entrance.

“Ohhh!” she gasped lightly. “I’m ready to turn over!”  But I kept my finger just inside her, caressing her soft inner walls.

“Not yet… I am not finished playing with your sexy rear end!”  I used my other hand to start stroking and lightly pinching her soft butt cheeks, while my finger kept playing away just inside her vagina.

Her sighs and moans became more constant.  It was very satisfying hearing her excitement building, and I would have loved to keep this activity going, but I was aching to enjoy the rest of her, so I had to change positions.  After a minute or two, I whispered, “You may turn over now… Please?”

The permission I gave along with my own gentle pleading really added to her excitement, and my wife turned over.  She quickly peeled her top off and tossed it aside.  I was treated to the sight of my wife’s naked body as she settled onto her back.  Her large breasts are the size of cantaloupes, and those mounds swayed from side to side as they flattened out, her semi-hard nipples pointing toward me.

My eyes drank in the beautiful sight as I rejoiced in “the wife of my youth” mentioned in the Book of Proverbs.  Even though I was dying to enjoy Janet’s lovely and sensitive chest, I wanted to work that way slowly, to enjoy every bit of her along the way.

I placed a hand on each of her legs just above her knees and gently slid them upwards until I reached the grooves where her thighs met her pelvis.  My fingers and thumbs caressed the soft flesh there, then I leaned in and kissed and nuzzled each spot.  I slid my body to her right side and continued kissing her lower belly, making my way to her navel.  As I moved my lips around and into  her bellybutton, I whispered, “Do you know why I love your belly?”

“Because that’s where our babies and grandbabies came from…” Janet murmured.

“Mmm, right answer,” I said softly.  “You deserve a reward.”  While I continued kissing the soft depression of her belly button, I used a finger to trace down along the edges of her labia.  First I enjoyed the outer labia then used my fingertip to tantalize the edges of her inner labia.  I next bent my finger and used my knuckle to dip in and caress up and down her warm, moist crevice.

Janet sighed gently, and I was pleasantly surprised at how her body was responding.  Her vagina was already sopping wet with fluid from her building excitement.

“Oh, my,” I whispered, “You are so wet down here!”  My wife groaned in response, as my knuckle teased just a little bit more.

She really gets worked up when I mention how her body is responding to my attention, and my verbal coaxing was obviously increasing her state of arousal.  “You’d better be careful—I might get too excited!” Janet murmured.

I knew I had done quite a bit down there and that I needed to change locations before she went “too close to the edge.”  I stopped playing with her vulva and began kissing and caressing my way up her belly and torso, my hands traveling over her skin.  I slid my hands up to the underside of her wonderful breasts, cupping them gently.  My eyes gleamed in excitement as her nipples were already becoming erect.

“Time to visit another playground,” I murmured, squeezing her mounds firmly.  I caressed each breast gently with my fingers and then with the back of each hand, working circles around each one but leaving the hardening tips alone for now.

Janet sighed and moaned softly, “Play all you want!”

I continued caressing each breast with just one fingertip, then concentrated on the left one because I knew it was more sensitive than her right.  Circling around my wife’s left nipple, I stroked the skin of her areola until it became wrinkled and turgid in excitement and I could see small bumps and folds forming in the once soft flesh.  I held her left breast in my hand and began kissing each little ridge, murmuring in pleasure, trying hard to stay away from the nipple itself to prolong her experience.

Janet’s breathing was becoming faster and deeper.  “I’ve got to get you going!” she said and began teasing my chest and nipples with her right hand.

I then used my finger and thumb to take hold of my wife’s now erect left nipple and began a gentle pinching action.  Janet gasped lightly, a sound I knew well from forty years of marriage and lovemaking.  It was the “sound of surrender” that she made when her excitement had increased to a point where there was no stopping and she was craving even more.  Her little gasp sent me into a new level of desire, and I now increased the pressure on her nipple and added a gentle rolling action as well.

“Oh, MY!” Janet responded, writhing gently under my touch.  I then pulled that erect tip skyward and began kissing and nuzzling the taut stretched flesh at the base of her nipple.  My wife’s low moaning became more constant as I continued flicking my tongue over the tender spot.

Next, I let go of her nipple with my fingers and encircled her large breast with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh until the tip was pointing straight at me.  I started kissing the erect nubbin.

“Oh my!” I moaned softly against her nipple.  “I can’t hold off any longer!”  I began gently but ravenously swirling my tongue around and over her tender tip, then sucking on the stiff point.  I used my left hand to begin playing with her right breast as well.

Janet’s groans of satisfaction were really stirring my desire.  I stopped using my tongue on her left breast but kept my fingers and thumbs teasing there while I leaned over to her right side, hovering my face over that mound.

“Oooh,” I murmured. “This one looks neglected!” I squeezed the right breast, making the nipple stand up at attention, and used the tip of my nose and my lips to nuzzle the hardening nipple.

My wife’s face held a look of building excitement as she growled, “You need to fix that, please!”  No sooner had she finished her request than I covered the tip and the sensitive area with my open mouth, sucking the soft flesh and swirling my tongue around the turgid nipple.  Janet gasped her approval, and I kept working her erect point with my mouth as my right hand teased and tweaked the left nipple.  She relished the attention I was giving to her chest and began seriously returning the favors by taking some oil and caressing and playing with my chest and upper body.

I raised up, kneeling between her legs, and reached over for some coconut oil.  I began spreading in all over her front side, thoroughly covering her huge breasts, kneading the slippery mounds.  The lack of friction meant I could really work her flesh without fear of irritating her skin.  Of course, this was also true of her nipples.  Once I lubed them up, I squeezed and kneaded each beautiful breast.  I could pinch and pull and twist and tweak her sensitive nipples to our hearts’ content.  I say “our” hearts because she absolutely loves it when I tease her chest incessantly until she just can’t get enough!

Janet’s moaning from my play was now constant, but it did not stop her from returning the favors. “It’s my turn to play!” she stated, as she slathered more oil onto my chest and then onto my throbbing penis, relishing the response of my organ as she milked it with her slippery hand to a full erection. I was moaning with excitement as she murmured,   “Are you ready to use this thing?”

“Almost!” I groaned.  But instead of entering her,  I shifted and placed my hands on the bed above and to the side of my wife’s shoulders, leaning on my outstretched arms, my chest right above her face.  “It’s your turn to kiss my chest!”  I murmured.

After forty years of marriage, Janet knew exactly what I wanted, and did not disappoint.  She smiled with the knowledge and satisfaction of her power, reached out with her tongue, and flicked at one nipple, then the other. I moaned with delight, and she opened her mouth and went after my tiny hard tips with her warm lips and tongue.

As my moaning continued, she murmured, “Hmmmm.” Her mouth covered one nipple and sucked gently.

“Oh, yeah!” I groaned more loudly, the increasing stimulation getting to me. Janet chuckled knowingly under her breath as she moved her mouth to the other nipple and continued there.

After a few seconds, my beautiful, sexy wife added more to the fun. She used her fingertips and started lightly caressing my arms, starting near my elbows on the inside of my biceps, then trailed along the grooves of my upper limbs.  When I am aroused, areas of my body that might normally be ticklish become very sensitive to her expert touches, and she can really drive me wild with light stroking.  With my body raised up and my weight supported by my outstretched arms, my most sensitive areas were totally accessible to her attention.

Once again, Janet did not disappoint.   She began stroking my underarms, moving into my armpits and lightly scratching the hollows of each armpit and the surrounding areas.  The sensual “tickling” sensation sent jolts of pleasure and excitement right to my loins.

My wife slid her hands along my sides, circled around my lower back, and returned up to my pits and underarms,  My eyes were glazing over from excitement, and I began moaning loudly, helpless to stay quiet as she played with my body.  My wife moved her lower body to press upwards against my erection.  I groaned and leaned back, letting my throbbing penis settle into the groove made by her swollen labia.

“Would you move your sexy hips for me?” I begged.  Janet immediately bent her legs so her heels had some traction on the bed, placed her arms to her sides to press against the mattress, and began thrusting her pelvis up and down so that my erection was now sliding up and down between her labia.

“OOH, yeah!’ I groaned, my eyes gleaming at the sight of her hips moving, her large breasts now shifting to and fro as she continued tantalizing my erect organ.  Janet was moaning in pleasure as well, and I leaned forward to increase the pressure of my stiff rod moving against her.  We were driving each other crazy with our sensual, perfectly coordinated movements.

After only a minute or so of this action, my wife gurgled. “You have got to get in me! Now!” she clamored, her face contorted in extreme desire.  I obediently took hold of my erection, and guided it to her opening, but not before using the very tip of my penis to tease all around the warm, aching flesh, bumping into the top of the groove against her clitoris.

Janet wailed with delight when I performed that little trick, and gasped loudly as I finally slipped into her.  “Oh MY!” She groaned, clutching my hips as I gently, fully penetrated her.  I moaned in appreciation as well as I worked my pelvis forward, going in to the hilt of my erection.

“I love how it feels when I fill you up!”  I said.  I started a slow, rhythmic thrusting in and out of her.  Our breathing was becoming heavier and more audible as we pushed each other closer to the edge.  We were truly in a wonderful state of Christian bliss!

After a few more gentle thrusts, my wife was ready!  “Ohhhh!” she moaned. “I’m getting close!  How about you?”

I was reaching the precipice as well.  “You can go anytime!” I offered, continuing my short but very effective thrusts.

Janet was determined to really take control of my body and make sure we would finish together, so she moved her fingers along my underarms once more, stroking my extremely sensitive spots with renewed vigor.  I began moaning loudly as she teased my vulnerable areas relentlessly, in and around my armpits and all along the underarms with her exquisitely soft touch.  I didn’t think my erection could get harder, but her expert fingers teasing my arms did the trick.  I felt my organ swell just a little more.

“Oh, YEAH! Baby, there you go!” My wife urged me on, relishing the additional fullness she had created.  I was now breathing harder, my eyes glazed with extreme desire, and Janet’s face was contorted with her own incredible excitement as she teased me incessantly.  Then my wife of forty years gave me one more request: “GO for me! NOW! PLEASE!”

Her intense command mixed with one word of pleading sent me totally over the edge!  I increased my thrusting, moaning loudly as our mutual orgasms erupted.

She quickly moved her arms down, her hands clutching at my rear.  One of her hands made an audible light slap as she took hold of one butt cheek, and she pulled me in tighter as our bodies shuddered through the shock waves of intense release!  Our breathing, moaning, and motions all peaked and gradually slowed until we were totally spent and could only lay in each other’s arms as the energy waned.  We thoroughly enjoyed the afterglow until we both fell asleep.