The other night, somewhere in the middle, I wasn’t hard and I was getting distracted from attending to her because I wasn’t hard. So in this situation I usually just wait it out, because before long she’s going to do something super hot and new and different and then I’ll just get hard again. But lately I’ve been thinking OK, you can be up front about things like this when they happen. So I said “baby, I’m not hard and it’s distracting me. Can you do something to get me hard?”
At this point she had already blown me for like 10 minutes, maybe a half-hour before, and it was just as incredible as it has been lately (actually: I just read some old posts and I guess it’s been incredible for a while). I figured her throat was worn out, but maybe it was just getting warmed up, because she said “what do you need?” and while in the past that has kind of felt like I was asking her to do something she didn’t want to do, her tone this time indicated that she was all in, that she was eager to do whatever I asked and she would enjoy it. Something clicked this time and it felt good that she wanted to do something for me. This girl is a pro (and a goddess). She came a bunch of times and at one point when I said “push me in deeper” she did. Whoa. It felt like she was letting me command her, which I’m sure is nothing like the whole truth of it, but in the moment, wow.
A couple nights before, something else fun happened. But let me start with a story. When I was probably like 16, my friend R invited me to some weird dance. It was for some girl’s club, some bizarre organization about teaching girls to behave in classy ways. I don’t remember what it was or what its raison d’etre was, but I remember a) not previously being aware that it or anything like it existed b) feeling a little superior, like it was crazy old-fashioned and anyone at this thing would not be interesting. But. But! There was someone there. Let’s call her AC. I also remember that since there were about 100 girls and 20 boys there, and I was the only cute boy AC’s age, that she gave me a lot of attention that night.
I may have been the only potential target for AC’s hormones so I felt pretty good about myself, but it didn’t mean I had any idea what to do about it. I flirted back, and then the night ended, and I never tried to track her down and call her or anything like that. I only fantasized about her. You see, she was foxy. Sweet little round ass, cute little perky teenage tits, skinny little waist, all that. She was in a frilly, sheer Gunne Sax dress, which at the time was like the height of adolescent sexiness. So I jacked off a TON to visions of her. Mostly of her from behind (I guess I’ve always been an ass man), which helps since I didn’t have to remember what she looked like from the front. The funny thing is, mostly I imagined her in a little tennis outfit–the short pleated skirt and all that.
I played tennis back then, but never with her (I don’t think I ever saw her except that one night) and if she even played tennis, I don’t think I knew about it. So why she ended up populating the tennis fantasy, I don’t know, except that her ass would have done a little tennis skirt serious justice. She was my imaginary doubles partner, so when I was serving or receiving she would be in front of me, bending at the knees and waist. The fantasy varies at that point–sometimes the girl isn’t in any underwear so her sweet muff is hanging out below her ass, sometimes she’s in little white panties so I can just see her mound puffing out, sometimes she’s in backless panties. Whew. I watch her from behind all match, and then at the end I take her around the side of the clubhouse and fuck her ass and pussy from behind, the skirt all bunching up while her dripping pussy throbs with my entire length, and she moans in pleasure until she’s overcome and shivers in orgasm, and I come in her ass, my cum dripping down over her little pink pussy lips while I give her clit one last fingering and she comes again.
Why I’m telling you this: apart from it being pretty hot, a couple nights ago when my Aphrodite and I were fucking each other’s brains out, I started talking about how now she’s in all my fantasies. Which is true. They’re all the same fantasies I used to have. The tennis one is the most frequent over the years, but I’ll occasionally work with the hotel maid one, and the work colleague or secretary one for sure, and the bored housewife one a lot. And the schoolgirl one too, although recently she told me she’s not into that, so I don’t go there anymore. And for a long time now, my beautiful, sexy wife is the girl in all of them. Why not always fantasize about the hottest woman in the world?
I’m relating my fantasies while we screw, and it’s kind of heating us up. And then later I was like “can I put you in an outfit?” She said yes, so I put her in some super-short & tight lace-up booty cutoffs, along with a white crop top with shoulders. Oh my god, what a slutty hot chick she is. She did a little dance for me, even. After she sucked my cock for a while in the outfit, which was mind-melting, I untied the shorts and ate her pussy for a while, then told her to get on her knees and I fucked her hard and slow from behind. She came over and over because she gets off on being such a little slut for me.
After that success, it occurred to me we could live the tennis fantasy for the first time in my life. I put her in a tiny little pleated white skirt … it’s like 4 inches long so it doesn’t cover anything. I then added some lacy, backless/crotchless panties. With the white crop top she looked perfect, her sweet ass cheeks hanging out all delicious, framed by the panties. I got her on her knees, lay down underneath her, and mangled her clit with my teeth and tongue until she came like 20 times, with her shuddering and gasping on top of me the whole time. Finally I turned her over again, my cock rock hard and thick and long, feeling bigger than ever, and destroyed her from behind until she’d come 20 more times, I’d precummed inside her about 3 times, and we were both sweaty and exhausted. Then I turned her back over, got on my knees next to her and came all over her tits, the first rope of come shooting over the side of the bed onto the drawers of the dresser, while she furiously pawed her clit, enjoying the view of my cock and body, and came as hard as she ever has. For those few minutes, I was a god.
One interesting point here is that I didn’t use to like dressing her up myself so much. The surprise of her choosing something to put on was always a really important part of it. But (tying this back to the opening paragraph of this post!) I’m starting to enjoy it the other way around too, as something she’s doing for me, and she’s enjoying in part because she’s doing it for me. I guess it just goes to show that after 22 years of monogamous great sex, we can still get even more intimate with one another. That’s the moral of this story, kids.