25th Anniversary Evening w/my Wife

EMPTY NEST

(A mixture of fantasy, fiction, and unforgettable fact)

ANNIVERSARY

Our 25th wedding anniversary came...... and went without much celebration. Over those years we have faced many ups and downs and together, we overcame them. As if on cue, fate conspired once again, this time to foul up the observance of our wedding. Our normally hectic work schedules were more hectic than usual. This was not particularly uncommon. What really made a mess of things was completely beyond our control. My wife had experienced a health scare which left her drained physically, both of us drained emotionally and our finances well drained also.

We both realized it would be best to put off any physical celebration for some later date. So, we had a nice quiet dinner at the local "Outback" steak house. Not very intimate but considering the circumstances, we were grateful just to be able to spend the night together there rather than in some gloomy hospital room. After a nice steak and some shrimp, we headed home. My wife said she felt bad that we were not able to

have a wild anniversary night as she had intended. I told her I was simply happy she was feeling better and that all her lab tests came back negative. Still, this was not how she wanted us to remember this important milestone in our lives. (All our friends marked the longevity of their married life by the date the divorce became final! So, this was really something special!) She insisted she would see to it we had an evening to remember just as soon as she was feeling better. Looking back, I think that was when she first started planning one hell of a wild celebration for the two of us.

EMPTY NEST AT LAST

Adding to our need for a real imitate time together was the fact that in those 25 years, we have had so little time together, just the two of us. We found time to pour ourselves into raising our children, trying to work ourselves up the ladders in our respective careers. Helping out at school, youth programs, and assorted other activities that demanded our time and attention. The result was that we had very little time or energy left to devote to ourselves. Oh sure, there was the occasional evening when we were both "in the mood," rested and the kids were staying with friends. Those were lots of fun, but too in-frequent. As the kids grew up and could be trusted to look after themselves, we did manage to "run-away" for a weekend now and then. Those were wonderful times together. We had the chance to try some things neither of us felt quite comfortable with at home. Somehow just being alone together in a nice hotel made us a little more "adventuresome." The money we invested in those "run-away" weekends was well spent as it may have otherwise gone to therapists or divorce lawyers. Making love with your spouse all weekend is far more enjoyable than getting fucked by her and some damn lawyers.

The past year had been consumed with our move from the cold and snowy Midwest to the hot and sunny Southwest. We spent weeks getting the old house ready to sell, held yard sales to get rid of some junk and then there was the week on the road in a U-Haul truck. This was followed by several weeks staying with relatives while house hunting and then settling in our new place had left little time for "just the two of us." My new job required some sudden, unplanned overtime when the customers' systems needed attention. Every month or so, I have had to spend a lonely week or two out of town servicing a client's equipment. I would have much rather have been home using my "equipment" to service my spouse. On those weekends when we were home together there were always errands to run for Grandpa and Grandma and the usual stuff to do around the house. Sometimes a moonlight job would come along in another field in which I was trying to keep active. With one of our children still at home, we were confined to the master bath and master bedroom with our amorous activities. We did enjoy some great nights with some candles, soft music on the CD as well as lotion and oils. But we had to keep the door closed and the music low. Once or twice, we did manage to get away. But we seemed to spend a lot of that time just sleeping as we were simply too damned tired for much else. Any way you cut it; we needed some real quality time together... alone!

HOW LONG WAS SHE PLANNING THIS

An opportunity presented itself this past summer when our youngest announced plans to spend his vacation time back in the Midwest with some high school friends. For the first time since our marriage, we would be alone for ten whole days! One day when we were chatting about the young one's planned trip, my wife's sister pointed out that with no one left at home, my wife and I could make love on the living room floor, and no one would ever know. We all laughed!!! Right, she knew we were too strait-laced for anything like that. Little did I suspect my wife had just exactly that and much, much more planned. A couple of weeks later, she asked if I recalled her sister's comment. "Yes, she was just joking... right?", I said. "Sure, she was only kidding us, but you know she's right, we could simply pull the shades and make love anywhere we'd like and who'd ever know?

Sounds like fun to me. What do you think? Should we give it a try?" I readily agreed. (She was kidding, right?)

PLANNING

With the kid's vacation plans firmed up; we began some planning of our own. We developed a mental list of things that we would need to get cleaned up. And a second list of supplies we would need.

CLEAN UP

She made it quite clear that we needed to get the whole house really clean. We all had become a bit lax in picking up after ourselves. So, we did some cleaning each night after work. By the time the kid was flying off to visit those high school chums, we were left with only some dusting and vacuuming. By the end of the week, everything was clean, sorted, stacked, or put away. She insisted the spare blankets, quilts, linen, and towels be freshly laundered, folded, and stowed. We had everything ready.

SHOPPING

As the date drew near, we would stop on the way home from work and buy some of the items we knew we would need, some wine coolers, and plenty of sodas. We would also need some snacks, so we stocked up on various chips, crackers, cheeses, and meats. The kid flew back to the Midwest on Thursday, so we only had one more day to wait. Friday finally arrived. Now we only had to wait until the end of the workday... then our fun together would begin. It seemed too good to be true. We have had several "planned" get-togethers spoiled by illness, weather, or work-related schedule changes. So, I think we both spent much of Friday at work wondering what would come along to spoil this long-awaited celebration. Nothing did! When I picked her up after work, we both realized our plans were actually going to work out for a change. Little did I know that she had a few plans she neglected to mention to me.

We stopped on the way home to pick up some favorite fruit, bananas, berries, chocolate syrup, a can of spray whipped cream, and a nice bottle of champagne. Once we got home, the bubbly and berries went into the refrigerator, and we finished some last-minute cleaning. With the cleanup finished, I jumped in the shower, shaved, and threw on some clean clothes.

"GET OUT"

"I'll need you to give me some time alone to do some stuff to get ready. You know shower and stuff like that. And I will not need your help. So just go somewhere for about half an hour or so. I will send you a text message when I'm ready for you to come back." I said, "Sounds like a plan, I have a couple of things I need to pick up also. I'll do my errand running and wait for your text." And with a gentle kiss, I left.

So, I set off to do my running and left her to do whatever it is that women must do to "get ready". Over to the supermarket for a jar of marshmallow topping and some sort of chocolate dip, you heat in the microwave and dip ice cream or fruit in it. Then the chocolate hardens in a hard shell over the item dipped. While fruit dipped in chocolate sounded good, I thought chocolate-dipped tits might be quite tasty. Or maybe she would like to nibble on a nice chocolate-dipped cock. In any case, I thought we would find some use for it. And I found a nice, long-stemmed red rose. Sometimes a rose, lightly rubbed across a nipple can have pleasant results for all involved. Besides, flowers are always well received.

Twenty minutes.

With my shopping done, there was nothing to do but wait for her text. I drove around and thought I might run down to the local adult book and novelty store for a new toy of some kind, but I did not want to be on the far side of town when her text came in. So, I drove around wondering just what the evening had in store. My lovely bride of twenty-five years has many times in the past, proven to have a delightfully kinky imagination.

THIRTY minutes!

No text yet, so I stopped at a convenience store to grab a Gatorade. I started to nurse the Gatorade. Got to keep hydrated, don't cha know?

FORTY MINUTES!

She said half an hour and now it has been almost forty-five minutes. How long does it take to hop in the shower? What could be taking so long?

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES!!!

What could she be doing that takes forty-five minutes? I mean I can jump in and out of the shower in less than ten minutes if need be. Just as I finished my drink, my phone chirped. It was a message from her. The message screen reads, OK. I'm ready! I hope you are!!!"

Boy was I in for a surprise! Into the car and as carefully as I can, I head for home. Not a good night for a fender bender! Luckily, I avoided the normal traffic hazards and turned into our neighborhood. As I pull up the driveway, I notice all the house lights are turned off. Mmmm, Interesting!

(to be continued)

EMPTY NEST

(A mixture of fantasy, fiction, and unforgettable fact)

Part #2

SHOWER

I stepped in the back door and found a couple of candles burning in the entry. More candles lit the dining room. As my eyes adjusted, I realized there were candles everywhere! I set the bag from the supermarket down on the table. "Hello, I'm home." She softly called out from the master bath, "Honey, I'm in here." I looked toward the sound of her voice and saw a true vision of sensuality. She stood softly lit by several candles in the bedroom, framed by the double doors of the bath. Dripping wet and _totally_ naked, she said, "I just stepped out of the shower so I'm all nice and clean... all over and I've got a nice long, wild night planned for just the two of us. I'm yours to do with as you please... I will do anything you ask... well, almost anything... I will fuck you anyway you like, anywhere you like... you can fuck me anyway... anytime you like and I will clean you up after!"

My jaw dropped and all I could manage to say was, "Oh wow!" After my heart started beating again, I slowly approached her and ran my hands through her dripping hair, brushed a cheek covered with little beads of water, and caressed a pair of warm, wet breasts. Her nipples, which were already hard from anticipation, received gentle pinches followed by lingering kisses. There was a big pile of large bath towels on the edge of the vanity, so I grabbed one and beginning with her hair, started to dry her from the shower.

After her hair, I toweled off her face, shoulders, and back. Next, I turned my attention to her beautiful boobs, then worked my way up from her feet, lifting one, drying it slowly then the other. On up each leg, each thigh, and then nudging her legs further apart, I dried her bush and worked the towel down her front and up her rear. After several attempts, I told her I could not seem to get her cunt dry. "I'm not surprised. I've been wet all day just thinking about tonight." Another kiss and laying the towel down, I said, "There, all done."

"Thank you." Then, reaching for my belt buckle, she said, "I do think you are somewhat overdressed for the evening I have planned for the two of us." So, she began to kiss me passionately and slowly unbuttoned, unsnapped, and unzipped my clothes and then removed them one at a time. When she had me naked, she said, "I think I need your help drying off one last time." With that, she gently eased my head towards her pussy. Taking the hint, I got on my knees and indeed she was right, my tongue detected more than a little excess cunt juice as it probed between her lower lips. She spread her legs to allow me easier access to the wet area. After a few moments, she said, "Oh God. That's enough! That will have to do for now. I think that's as dry as you are going to get me right now. It certainly feels fantastic, but I don't want to get too carried away in here... just now." Reaching down, she allowed me to kiss her bush one last time and then slowly pulled me back up to her lips. We kissed for a few moments.

BAGGIES

"Thank you, honey. That was wonderful! Now come with me." Taking my hand, she led me into the bedroom. "I've selected several outfits I thought you might enjoy." Directing my attention to her left, she pointed toward the armoire. There, wrapped in baggies, were a dozen or so of her (and my) favorite lingerie sets, hanging by clothes pins from a line she had strung between the armoire and the closet doorknob. Each one was packaged with all the associated accessories. "You can pick from any of these. And although I just got out of the shower, I plan on taking many more showers tonight and look forward to wearing whatever outfit YOU select after each shower."

LOVE NEST

"Come and let me show you what else I've prepared." Again, she picked up my hand and, still naked, led me to the living room. The cedar chest, sofa, chairs, and foot stool were all covered with blankets and sheets. The entire living room floor was covered with a thick layer of quilts and blankets which were also covered with sheets. "If you like, we can make love on the sofa... or over there on the floor... or on top of the cedar chest... or on the footstool... or here on the floor... of course, there is also the bedroom... before we are through, I hope we can find time to fuck in every room in the house! Wherever YOU like." Taking my hand, she aimed me toward the living room window. Below the closed drapes was a serving tray with the fruit we bought. There were Kiwis, bananas, cherries, grapes, blueberries, raspberries, and of course, my favorite, strawberries.

There were little, tiny forks for serving them. There was also an assortment of cheeses, meats, crackers, and chips. Next to that tray was an ice chest filled with various sodas, wine coolers, and champagne.

TOYS

Directing my attention to the other side of the window, she said, "See, I've even got a basket here with lotions, oils, and some toys." Sure enough, she had a nice wicker basket filled with powders, lotions, massage oils, condoms, rolled-up hand towels, and our little collection of vibrators. Next to the basket was a stack of bath towels. "I think I remembered everything."

MIRRORS

Then I noticed the mirrors. Every mirror we owned had been relocated. They were all around the living room. How had she managed to move that big one from the bedroom? It is truly heavier than hell. Anywhere you stood or laid was captured in at least one mirror. Very interesting. No wonder she took 45 minutes to text me. In that period of time, she had prepared the platter of fruit, moved all the mirrors, iced the sodas and champagne, put together the snack platters, and covered the floor, chairs, sofas, and every other flat area in the living room with a thick layer of blankets, quilts, and comforters. She'd also brought out a wicker basket full of powders, lotions, oils, and sex toys, laid out a big pile of towels, hung up those lingerie baggies, lit and scattered around the house, every candle and potpourri burner we owned (maybe even some new ones), popped some soft music in the CD player AND still found time to hop in and out of the shower.

And still was looking forward to making mad, passionate love with me, ALL NIGHT LONG! Yeah, even after 25 years, my wife is really something special.

black boa

"Well, what do you think of our little love nest?" she asked. "I love it!" was my reply. Once more she reached for my hand and led me, naked, back to the master bedroom. "Now I think I should get dressed. But I simply don't know what to wear." At this point, we were in front of her array of baggied lingerie. "Why don't YOU pick out something for me?" So, I pointed to a baggie filled with black fabric and something black and fussy. "I thought you'd chose that one. Why don't you go back to the living room and get comfortable, I'll join you shortly."

(To be continued)

EMPTY NEST

(A mixture of fantasy, fiction, and unforgettable fact)

Part #3

I returned to the candlelit living room. Figuring that as she was going to dress sexy for me, I would dress sexy for her too. I dug through my little collection of boxers, thongs, and other rather brief attire, I had stashed in a daypack hidden under my computer desk, to find something fitting.

Slipping into a pair of red silk boxers, I grabbed a wine cooler and sat down. As I waited, I wondered just what was in that baggie full of something black and fuzzy. I did not need to wait very long. After a few minutes, she returned looking very, very sexy, dressed in a black lace bra and panty set. Wrapped over her shoulders was a fluffy black boa. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Oh yeah!" I replied. I stood up and walked over to where she stood. As I neared, she tossed the boa over my head and used it to pull my head until my lips met hers. After a long, deep passionate kiss, she said, "I thought you'd enjoy it." As she slowly rubbed the boa over my body she added, "See, it's really soft and fuzzy." Indeed, it did tickle as she worked the boa back and forth all over me. "Now, just what should we do?" she asked.

"Why don't we just strip each other naked, lay down right here on the living room floor, and slowly fuck each other silly?" I suggested. "That's just what I had in mind!" she replied as she gently slipped a hand past the elastic of my boxers to tease my cock. My hands were busy rubbing her boobs. Those lovely soft globes were so smooth and so warm. Standing up proudly on the tips were stiff nipples, just begging to be pinched, gently (for now) and nibbled. After removing her lacy top, I devoted my attention to those wonderful tits. While they are not the biggest breasts in the world, they are still nice and firm. They are just the right size to fill my large hands. However, they are more than a mouthful.

While I was busy with her top half, she was kissing and licking my chest. Then I realized she was slowly kissing her way down my chest. Each kiss, each nibble was just slightly lower than the last. Normally she stops near my navel but tonight, sliding my boxer off, she just kept on working her way downward. With me now rubbing and scratching her back, her lips soon neared my prick. Kissing it gently, she began licking and licking it from the base, she would run her tongue all the way to the tip. Then she gave the tip a little kiss before returning to the base and starting over again. Occasionally she took time out to suck gently on one ball and then the other. After numerous trips licking up and down my cock, she worked her way back to the tip but this time instead of the little kiss, she slowly slid the whole head of my penis into her mouth! OH WOW!!! Once she had fully surrounded the head, she swirled the tip with her tongue and then she briefly sucked the head in a most amazing way. I was about to pass out from a combination of shock, surprise, and absolute pleasure as her mouth released its hold on my prick. She looked up at me and, smiling proudly, pulled my head to hers as she said, "So how was that? I'm sorry I can't do more just yet. But I thought I would try that much for tonight. Is that OK?" (OK? It was ABSOLUTELY heavenly!!!) Before I could respond, she kissed me and tried to ram her tongue down my throat. When she was finished fucking my mouth with her tongue, she let me go long enough for me to say, "OH YES, honey that was totally fantastic!!! It feels sooo good when you lick the shaft like that. That felt terrific! Thank you sooo much!!!"

"I am so glad you liked it. It felt good to me too. Better than I thought it would. [she was brought up to believe that there were many things "good girls" simply did NOT do, and blow jobs were among them]. Maybe later I will try it again? I feel this weekend might be a good opportunity for trying a few... or... maybe lots of things we've... I've... well... been putting off for far too many years. Listening to the girls talk at work, I have come to realize perhaps I should be... well... a little more... um... adventurous? Maybe we could work on that?" I replied, "I'm just so happy you did that much tonight. It felt sooo wonderful! Thanks again. You are so amazing! I LOVE YOU!"

After we had rested for a bit and downed a wine cooler, one good turn deserves another, so caressing my way down to her pussy, I removed her black lace panties and worked my way down between her legs. Then I licked, nibbled and generally tongue fucked her pussy until she moaned and shook uncontrollably. In one spasm her legs clamped around my head and for a moment, I thought she would either break my neck or rub my ears off.

"No more, no more, please. Just fuck me, honey, please just stick your big, hard cock in my pussy and FUCK ME... _NOW_... PLEASE HONEY?" She pleaded. Hoping to pleasure her as much as she had me, I slipped my cock into her cunt. It slid right in as if she had used a case of KY jelly. She was sooo wet, sooo ready. In moments, as I worked my prick back and forth, I felt her pussy begin to grip me. As she cried out, "Oh yes... YES... YES!!!" I began to slam into her harder and harder. Now I started pinching her nipples as I continued ramming into her. She was now really bucking and squirming as the muscles inside her cunt grabbed at my cock.

"Oh GOD... YES... YES... YES... HARDER... HARDER..." Not knowing if she meant to pinch her nipples harder or fuck her harder, I slammed into her harder and deeper and a little slower as I pinched her nipples as hard as I dared.

"Harder like that? Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Oh... OH... Oh yes OH YES... OH YES... HONEY... YES... NOW... NOW

HONEY... Oh GOD YES... NNOOOWWWW!!!" She cried.

With that, her nails dug into my back. She and I both erupted. I pumped what seemed like gallons of cum deep into her cunt as she thrashed about like I had never seen her do before. Her cunt was milking my cock as I lay there panting. I don't know if she was doing it intentionally or involuntarily. In any case, it was a wonderful sensation. I almost came again!

As we lay there recovering, I fed her some grapes and blueberries, and she fed me raspberries and strawberries. We washed those down with more wine coolers. Having recovered and rested in my arms for a while, she kissed me and announced; "Now I think I'll clean you up!" She got up and took a rolled-up wash cloth from the wicker basket and turned on the "HOT" tap in the kitchen sink. After soaking the cloth, she returned to kneel beside me. "Just relax and enjoy!" she said as she slowly, gently wiped the pussy juice from my face. When she finished washing my face, she took a face towel from a pile of towels. After drying my face, she took the washcloth and carefully washed my cock and balls. The warm, wet cloth was so soothing and refreshing. As she dried that area, my prick began to stiffen. "Now just hold that thought." She said as she stood up. "I'm going to hop in the shower. Why don't you come along to the bedroom and pick out what you would like me to put on when I get out?" Taking my hand, she helped me up and kissed me before we set off for the bedroom.

SECOND

Looking over the selection of baggies filled with lingerie, I chose something light blue and lilac that I had not seen in some time. "This one always looked great on you," I said as I unpinned it from the line and handed it to her. "Would you like me to help wash your back?" I offered. "Not tonight, thank you. You just go back to the living room and get comfortable. I will be back soon!" So, I went to the living room as instructed and rummaged through my day pack for something else to wear. This time I chose a G-string thong with a lace pouch which she always enjoyed. When she returned, she was wearing the thong and matching top I picked out. "Why don't you open the champagne?" She asked. So that is what I did. The cork "POPPED" as I urged it out. I filled our glasses, and we settled down onto one of the huge bath towels covering the floor. We toasted our twenty-five years together and twenty-five more. A second toast was something like, "Long live our love nest!!!" With the bubbly we had consumed beginning to take effect, we busied ourselves by kissing and caressing each other. As I realized the top she was wearing had a front clasp, an idea came to mind. I massaged her breasts and soon released the clasp. Kissing those beautiful boobs, I said, "These glasses are nice but there is another way I've wanted to drink champagne." Taking the half-filled bottle, I slowly poured a trickle out onto her tits and lapped it up. (Most of it, anyway) "Oh God, it's cold!" she cried as her nipples sprang up. As I licked the last of the bubbly up, she continued, "But it feels sooo good!!!" "And sooo tasty!" I added. I filled our glasses once again and turned my attention to her remaining garment. Tugging the back of her thong caused her to gasp. My fingers worked their way behind the lace of the front and found her dripping wet cunt. As I worked the wispy thong off, I suggested, "You know, there IS another way I've wanted to drink champagne." "Oh yes!!!" she responded as she handed me the nearly empty bottle. Figuring that the towels were there for just this sort of eventually, I filled her navel and lapped it up. Then I moved the trickle, so it soaked her bush. Having licked that up, I poured the rest slowly into her cunt as I lapped up a very delicious mixture of the bubbly drink and her sexy juices.

It was wonderful! She seemed to be enjoying it too. Her hands found my cock and found it to be nearly ready. "Now why don't you fill me up with this?" Shifting around, she straddled me and impaled herself on my prick. "I'm going to make you pop inside me just like that cork popped when you opened the champagne!" she stated confidently. She knew I enjoyed watching her boobs bounce as I lay beneath her. As she rode me, I squeezed her bouncing tits and pinched her nipples. Her pace picked up as she felt her climax nearing. As she came, she pinched my nipples, knowing that would set me off too. She shuttered as she rolled us over to one side.

DESERT

After we rested and recovered, she stood up and spoke. "Now, I'm going to go and prepare some dessert. Be back in a few." We had already consumed much of the fruit, so I was wondering just what this desert was. After several minutes she returned. "Well, dessert is served and I'm it!" As she passed one of the candles, I could see that she had covered her tits with a thick coating of chocolate pudding. On the top half of each one, she added a shot of whipped cream. The crowning touch was a red cherry nestled in the whipped cream atop each boob. Lying down on the beach towel-covered sofa, pointing to the towel on the floor in front of the sofa, she said, "Care to join me for dessert?" As I knelt and kissed her softly then let a finger wander down her neck, through the heaped whipped cream, and slowly circled a nipple, stiffened by the cold pudding. The pudding was all gooey and the whipped cream was soft and fluffy. After a few circles with one finger, my thumb joined in and aided the finger in pinching the hardened nipple. A low moan escaped her throat. "That feels sooo good!" After playing with my dessert for a while, I leaned over and began to nibble my way through the tasty toppings to her delicious breasts. After some searching, I located one of the cherries and nuzzled my face deep between her lovely mounds to cover it with pudding and whipped cream, I slipped the cherry into my mouth and worked my way back to her lips. I began to tease her into licking some of the desert off my face. After she had licked some off, I gave her a big kiss, slipping the cherry from my mouth into hers.

THIRD

After we finished our dessert, I pointed out that I would need more than a warm, wet cloth to remove the dried pudding from my body. So, I got up to take a quick shower. She said, "Save some hot water for me. And before you come back, pick another outfit for me to slip into when I'm through." I replied, "I picked the last two. Now it is your turn to pick one. Whatever you choose, I'm sure I'll enjoy it." "Okay", she said, "I know just the one!" After I enjoyed a short, hot shower, I dried off with a thick towel and stepped back into our former living room/now sex den. She collected all the desert-smeared towels and spread fresh ones. I was handed a small bottle of wine and told there were more in the cooler as she headed for the shower. "It might take me a little bit longer this time to get all this dried pudding cleaned off. See you shortly. You just stay right where you are." (Yeah, like I was going anywhere.),

(to be continued)

EMPTY NEST

(A mixture of fantasy, fiction, and unforgettable fact)

Part #4

THAT BLACK BRA

As she cleaned up from our most recent session of lovemaking, I slipped into a hot pink thong, relaxed in the lazy boy, and sipped on one bottle of wine and then another. I sat there for quite a while and reflected on the past few hours. They have been truly a dream come true. So much variety... so much passion... so much pleasure! As I daydreamed of our wonderful evening, she quietly came out of the bedroom. A soft and sexy, "Hello lover." snapped me out of my daze. Looking up, I was greeted by an unexpected sight. She was now dressed in only a black bra and a tiny leopard print thong; she had made from Lycra swimsuit material some years ago. The thong fit perfectly, almost as if it had been sprayed on. Her swollen lips were barely hidden behind the taut Lycra. What attracted my gaze most though, were her breasts. The nipples were poking right through her bra!!! At first, I thought she must have bought an open front bra. Buying kinky lingerie is something she has never done. But then she asked if I didn't remember that black bra. It took me a few seconds to recall.

Oh, THAT BRA!!!

Made of some sort of stretchy material, it had become a little too snug. (Those damn clothes dryers!) Rather than throw it out, several years ago, she slit the middle of the cups open horizontally and wore it only once, (without mentioning the modifications to me.) That time we lay down for a rest after a hot afternoon of yard work, running errands, etc. and after I had napped for a while, I awoke to find her with her back to me. I could see she had slipped out of her blouse and shorts. So, she was wearing only her bra and panties. Hoping for some "afternoon delight", I began to lightly stroke the back of her neck. After massaging her neck for a while, I moved on to her back. She stirred slightly as my hands moved up and down her back, tracing paths along the bra straps, from her neck, then to her shoulders, across her back, down to her waist, and back up to her neck, over and over. By then she was moaning softly as she "slept". My next move was across her shoulders and down the front to softly grab a handful of bra-covered tit and continue the massage there for a while before unclasping the bra. Instead of a handful of bra-covered breast, a soft, warm boob with a big, hard nipple greeted my fingers.

"Surprise!" she softly whispered in a sexy tone. "Do you like it?"

I loved it! It was delightful. And a very delightful afternoon followed. But she only wore it that one time... until tonight! Now she stood in front of me and confessed the snug fit of her pussy in the thong and the modified bra tightly caressing her breasts made her very, VERY horny. She enjoys the feeling of having her tits confined and has used rope to tie her boobs up several times in the past. The sight of her standing there was almost too much. The thong made her pussy stand out and that tight bra forcing those lovely tits out the slits made her look sooo hot!

She was having a great time; the evening was going just as she had planned. What she had not planned on was the look on my face as I first saw her dressed like that. The surprise on my face only made her hotter! She loves it when she finds another way to shock me. And while this stunt was a big shock there was another real shock coming soon. I stood up. My cock had already begun to rise. Slowly, I kissed her, teasing her protruding tits and massaging her butt cheeks. From time to time, I rubbed her clit through the Lycra or gave a gentle tug to the thin strip of material that emerged from her rear-end to meet the waistband of the thong. We kissed, I rubbed, she moaned, tugged, she gasped. Oh, yeah. She seemed to be enjoying it as her nipples were longer and harder than I've ever seen them. Each time I rubbed the front of the thong it got wetter and wetter. The Lycra, so thin and tight, gave my fingers the sensation they were caressing a shaved pussy. Of course, she was doing her share of rubbing, tugging, and stroking too. And her efforts soon resulted in my cock stiffening up very nicely.

We have fucked on the floor, and we fucked on the sofa. So, I eased her over to the cedar chest, figuring that was why she had padded and covered it. "Why don't we try over here this time?" I asked.

Her reply was, "On top of the cedar chest? Oh, how VERY naughty! That might be nice, but I don't know if my back will like it. We can try it and see." Slowly she lay down with her back on the top of the blanket and quilt-padded cedar chest. I massaged her boobs as they protruded from that wonderful black bra. She moaned as the nerve endings of her nipples endured gentle but persistent pinches that teased them back to full erectness. Once again, I tugged the thong and was rewarded with more moans of pleasure.

She kept her hands busy too. Her fingers have always found just the right ways to bring me to readiness.

"This is more comfortable than I thought," she said. Looking down, I answered, "You wouldn't believe the view I have from here.

We continued our play for some time. She got hotter and hotter. I was getting harder and harder. She was now climaxing every time I tugged on her thong or pinched her nipples. As yet, she had not started to remove my snug-fitting thong and, as I was getting the desired results whenever I tugged it, I had not removed hers. And of course, that wonderful black bra still encased... no, surrounded her tits. Just then, she said, "I think my back has had enough for tonight. Help me up. I have a couple more little surprises for you. Now that you have me really, really hot and I seem to have you, well, pretty damn hard, I think I know what I'd like to do and where I'd like to do it."

Back up on her feet, she continued, "Now might be a good time to try something... well... um... a little different... so why don't we go into the bedroom... and I'll tell you about it." I readily agreed, "Sure, whatever you'd like!"

She added, "Could you please blow out the candles? I think we're done here for tonight." As I was snuffing the candles, she reached down to gather something from the basket of lotion and toys. While we walked hand in hand towards the bedroom, in a very self-confident tone, she continued, "... What I'd like is to try something I've thought about for years. Tonight... well, tonight just seems like the right night to try it. First, I'm going to lay face-down in the middle of the bed... and then I'm going to get up on my knees... and then... I'm going to bend waaaay over... so my butt is way up high in the air and then I'd like you to get up on the bed with me and then I want you to get right up behind me and then I want you to kiss me and lick me and suck me and then..."

She paused, turned, looked me right in the eyes, kissed me, and said, "... and then... then... I want you to fuck me... fuck me... IN THE ASS!!! Would you like to do that for me?" Dumbfounded, I slowly nodded my head up and down. That was really a big surprise!!! "Yes... yes, I'd love to fuck your ass." I stammered, still in shock. Almost in a whisper, she added, "Good! Then we are going to need these..." In her left hand were items that she dug out of the wicker basket, a vibrator, exam gloves, several condoms, and a big, new tube of KY lubricant.

Once again, I had a shocked expression on my face. While we have enjoyed probing each other's butts with a finger or two and she loves it when I lick and tongue-fuck her ass hole, we have never quite "gone all the way". We had made a couple of attempts but those never quite worked out. For the past few years, a vibrator up her ass, from time to time, has been as comfortable as we have been in the area of anal sex. Well, tonight she wanted me to fuck her ass. She was asking me to fuck her in the ass! (Am I dreaming?)

We reached the bed and after some more kisses, I asked, "Are you sure?" "Yes, but let's go slow, and while I'm pretty well excited from earlier, please work a lot of KY into my butt with your fingers and the vibrator, OK?... and I think your cock will slide in easier if I put a rubber on it and cover it with some more KY, OK lover?"

Hell yes, it was OK! At that moment I would have agreed to ANYTHING as long as I could slide my cock up her in her butt. Sitting down on the edge of our huge waterbed, she said, "I love the feel of this bra, so let's leave it on. But the thong is really going to get in the way. Don't you think? So why don't you help me take it off?" Needing no more encouragement, I gently kissed her and as she lay down and arched her back, I slipped my fingers under the waistband and eased the snug, Lycra thong down and off. With that out of the way, I leaned over to kiss her pussy, and I found yet another shocker. While showering off the pudding, she found time to shave her bush, leaving her completely smooth!

"Surprise!!!" she softly whispered, "I know you've wanted me to shave it. I just know it's going to itch like hell as it grows out, but I thought if ever I was going to do it, it should be tonight."

With that, I bent down and kissed her beautiful, hairless cunt. So smooth, so soft, so wicked! Then I kissed my wonderfully wicked, bald-pussied wife on her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth.

After a long, passionate kiss, my fingers explored between her legs. Indeed, there was no hair there, none at all!

As we parted from our kiss she added, "That feels great. Now kiss it again." She lay back on the bed and opened her legs, offered her freshly shaved opening to me. Leaning down, I kissed, licked and tongue fucked her cunt for several minutes. She responded with several climaxes. Her hands tugged gently on my head, indicating she had had enough for now. I planted one last kiss on her smooth mound as she said, "Now, let me put this on... think I'm as ready as I'll ever be." As she ripped open a condom package, she dropped the vibrator, another condom, and exam gloves on the bed. I quickly slide the vibrator into a condom and taking the hint, quietly slip on the gloves as she very slowly and very carefully rolled the condom down over my cock, which in light of the past few minutes, was very, very hard. With the condom encasing my prick, she picked up the KY tube and, squeezing out a fair-sized gob, rubbed it gently all over the rubber. Then she applied another gob to the vibrator. Handing me the vibrator and the tube of KY, she kissed me. As she began to roll over onto her stomach, she said, "Now please fuck me... IN THE ASS!!!"

As she got up on her knees and bent waaay down, I began kissing and licking her butt. It was soaked with juice from her oozing pussy. She was very relaxed and ready, so I slipped my tongue up her ass hole and was rewarded with a squeal of delight. Next, I squeezed a generous dollop of KY onto a finger and worked it slowly up her butt. Soon, a second digit followed. The lubed-up vibe followed. She moaned and purred. Then I heard, "Now... fuck me... right there... NOW!" Leaving the vibe in for a moment, I squeezed another gob onto my sheath covered penis. As I removed the vibe, I plopped a final blob of KY right in her ass hole. She gasped as the cool jelly touched her. Getting right up behind her, as she had earlier instructed, slowly and gently, I worked my cock into her ass, past her muscular ring, and deep into her butt. Slowly, I began to slide it back and forth.

"Oh, WOW!" she exclaimed, "That's not at all what I thought it would feel like."

"It's really a wonderful, different feeling on my end too," I added, trying without much success to keep from coming as her ass began to pulse and grip my cock. She was now rocking back to meet my thrusts and gasping each to my cock buried itself deep inside her.

It very rapidly became too much for me. With one last thrust, I came and came and came, filling the condom. She began to shake violently and nearly pulled my dick out. We collapsed and, after some time, I gently withdrew my deflated cock from her ass. I removed the rubber and gloves and dropped them in the wastebasket. From the nearby stack of towels, I picked a towel and slowly, gently, removed a mixture of cunt juice, KY jelly, and sweat from between her legs. As she purred her appreciation, I got up and stepped into the bath with the vibrator. Running the hot water, I used the antibacterial soap and scrubbed the vibe clean. Then I quickly washed and dried my thoroughly worn-out cock. Next, I soaked a pair of face cloths with warm water. I worked some soap into one and wrung them both out, so they did not drip. Collecting a hand towel, I returned to the bed, I set the vibe on a fresh towel next to the KY tube and turned my attention to giving her smooth pussy a bath. When it was all scrubbed and rinsed, I toweled it dry and gently rolled her face down. Parting her legs, I next cleaned up all the lube from her ass. All the while, she moaned and squirmed, enjoying this very personal attention.

Lying next to her, I kissed her and hugged her as I said, "That was absolutely FANTASTIC! Thank You for letting me fuck your ass. It was sooo tight and sooo warm, so naughty."

"I enjoyed it too. More so than I thought I would. It just feels so strange." she replied. We lay there cuddling for some time as we recovered. After a while, she then excused herself and headed to the bathroom. "I'll be back soon."

After several minutes she returned with a couple of bottles of water and handed me one. As we drained the bottles, she asked if I really enjoyed the feeling. "Oh YES!" I replied, "It was unlike anything I ever felt. It was really great!"

"I agree, I think we should do that again sometime!" she responded as she rolled over and reached for something. I heard a slight ripping sound. "Now what is she up to?" I thought as I lay there in the center of the bed. A soft hand touched my shoulder and urged me to roll face down. She whispered softly, "If you roll over, I think I can give you a pretty good idea just EXACTLY how it felt on my end." I looked over my shoulder to see what she was doing. She was carefully rolling a new condom down over the vibrator! Once it was in place, she pulled on some gloves, picked up the KY tube and opening the lid, and applied some to the vibe. Again, urging me into a face-down position, she added, "I think you know the position." So, I rose to my knees, bent waaay over, and felt a cool gob of KY land right on my butt hole. Soon, a smooth, slick finger slid up MY ass. It was followed shortly by a second finger, and finally, a third one. After my ass had enjoyed a wonderful finger fucking, I heard the lid of the KY tube open again. The fingers slowly withdrew to be replaced with a second gob of KY. She then very slowly introduced the vibrator into my ass. By sliding it in a little, withdrawing it a bit, then sliding it in a little more, she soon had it all the way up my butt. "Is that OK?" she asked. "Oh yeah... it's a little strange... but it's definitely OK." As she slid it in and out in ever-increasing strokes, she rotated the control on the base of the vibe, turning it onto LOW. A wonderful sensation attacked me, deep in my bowels. I began to rock to meet the vibrator as she thrust it into my ass a little less gently and a little more deeply. She reached around my back and gripped my now hard cock with her lube-covered gloved hand. As she began to stroke me, she increased the speed of the vibe from LOW... slowly... in several steps... past puree... all the way up to LIQUIFY. Sensing my pending climax, she said, "Come on, Honey... It's OK... Go for it... Shoot your load while I FUCK YOU in your tight little ASS! You enjoy getting your cherry popped... don't you? You like me fucking your ASS... DON'T YOU?" The vibe plunged deeper than it had been before and there was no way I could have ever denied it. I shuttered as I blew a big load of cum into her hand, the bed, and my chest. "YES!" I yelled, "YES... I love having you fuck me in my little virgin ASS HOLE... I only hope it felt this good to you when I was fucking your ass!"

The vibe slowed its torment and then she withdrew it from my bowels.

Soon, she gently bathed my butt as I had hers. As she dried me off, she leaned over to kiss me. "I love you and I love fucking your ass... I enjoyed you ass fucking me more than I thought I would... I think we'll have to try this again sometime, OK?" Still panting, I agreed,

"OOH YES... yes, we will definitely have to try this again!!!" She lay down next to me and pulled the sheet over us. We soon fell asleep in each other's arms, sweaty, exhausted, satisfied, and a little bit sore.