The Game

I really had been spending too much time watching the football games on the weekend.  But I guess I did not realize how much I was neglecting my wife until she caught my attention.  I was sitting on the sofa and had barely noticed that she had come in and sat down in the recliner across from me.  It wasn’t until she cleared her voice that I looked up and saw that she had an enigmatic expression on her face.  She was dressed in a cardigan and a jean skirt.  As I looked at her, she slowly unbuttoned the sweater.  I was surprised that she had no bra on and her breasts were in plain site, but when she started playing with the nipples while looking me in the eye the football game faded into oblivion.  I started to get up to go to her, but she held her arm straight out and motioned for me to sit back down.  Then she reached up her skirt and pulled her panties down and dropped them on the floor.  Still gazing straight into my eyes she began caressing the patch of hair that led down to the love nest between her legs.  In all of our years of marriage I had never seen her do that and the result was that I had a throbbing bulge in the front of my jeans.  As I sat there mesmerized, she began playing between her moist lips and slowly brought herself to a full climax, nearly bringing me to one by just the view.

When she recovered she said, “Your turn.”  I took that to mean that she wanted me to come and make love with her.  But as I again began to stand up, she motioned me back into the sofa and said, “No, I mean it’s your turn to do yourself.”  I was stunned and sat back down.  This was definitely something new in our relationship.  I undid my belt, unbuttoned the fly of the jeans, and pulled them down to my knees.  As I watched her watching me, I pulled down my shorts and released the tension on my hot member, which immediately sprang to full attention.  Still watching her, I played with the hot fluid that was on the tip of my penis and then began stroking the shaft.  As hot as we both were, it only took a few strokes before I shot all over myself.  She had been playing with herself the whole time and rapidly followed me in a second shuddering release.

We sat across from each other as we recovered, then she picked her panties up and came over to me and wiped the mess off the skin and hair of my lower abdomen.  “Now, wasn’t that better than the game on TV?” she purred as she left to go to the bedroom.

We had never done anything like that before, and haven’t since to this point.  But I’m wondering – sometime when she is watching a chick flick – maybe I will ….