Even though my wife Eve and I have been married for 28 years, our sex life has had its ups and downs over the years. Lately though, it’s taken a proper turn for the better, and then some.
Last night was a fine example of that.
Throughout the day, I’d sent her a couple of cheeky, suggestive videos. By the time Eve got home, I was just finishing up a dinner, wearing nothing but a pair of rather daring underwear. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, the tone for the evening was fairly well set, even if the exact path we'd take to get there wasn’t entirely clear. Still, I had a few hopes in mind.
After dinner, Eve changed into a new bra, the kind with those extra straps above the cups,
which, for reasons I can’t quite explain, I find incredibly exciting. She paired it with a low-cut top that still covered most of her chest, but hinted just enough. I’ve been talking to her a lot about intrigue lately, not just what is, but what could be, and how that sense of possibility can be thrilling in itself. This look absolutely captured that.
We started off in the living room, spending as much time kissing as I did simply admiring her. For years, whenever I looked at her body in a sexual way, it was followed by a sense of shame, something that didn’t do either of us any favours. Some of that came from how Eve was raised, and some from her own struggles with body image. I’ve made a point of complimenting her often, hoping she might begin to see herself the way I do.
Tonight, though, things felt different. She was completely at ease with me looking at her, even said she enjoyed it. I shifted us slightly so I could take her in more fully. It wasn’t just about her body, though, we talked, kissed, and explored each other slowly, properly present in the moment. At one point, she told me I was in charge for the evening, and I’ll admit I had ideas about pushing things a little further. The sitting room wasn’t quite right for that, so we made our way to the bedroom.
Bit by bit, Eve shed her clothes. First the top, then the bra, then the rest. Until I could take her in completely. I told her I’d tidied myself up and asked if she’d be up for some oral, something we’re still figuring out together. She’s learning, and tonight was easily the best yet, she gave me a great deal of pleasure.
After a while, Eve shifted and positioned me between her breasts, which is something I’ve
always particularly enjoyed. I let it continue briefly, though I had other plans. When I gently stopped her, she resisted a little, but I reminded her she’d put me in charge, and with a reluctant smile, she let me guide things forward.
I reached for some lubricant, lubed her clit, vulva and vagina and brought in one of her favourite vibrators. Toys are still fairly new to us, only really part of our routine for the past couple of years.
Lying beside her, I used it the way she likes. I turned on the vibrator and started to use from outside. First slowly around the clitor, she started to moan deep inside. Then slowly moved down, teasing her, not going inside. She was moaning and begging, “Put it inside my pussy, please.” I wasn’t rushing... Then I finally inserted vibrator inside, turned on faster speed, as she started to moan more. There is something that she likes - is when I’m moving around vibrator inside her pussy. As I felt her getting closer, I moved between her legs.
With a pillow under her hips and continued to work my dick with her clit, then I slid myself into her vagina, leaving vibrator on her clitoris. Eve let out a surprised, breathy “Oh, jeez,” clearly feeling something new. She was far more vocal than usual, soft sounds, little reactions, something she rarely did before.
I suggested she take control of the vibrator herself, but she hesitated. Self-pleasure hasn’t quite been her thing. So I carried on, following her cues, until she began guiding me more directly.
Before long, Eve took my hand to show me exactly what she needed, and then, not long after that, took the vibrator herself.
I stayed with her, moving gently my cock inside her, while Eve focused on her own pleasure.
Every so often, the vibration brushed against me too, and I’ll admit, it felt incredible.
Sensing the build again, I picked up the pace slightly. We were both fully caught up in it then.
Her breathing changed, her sounds grew louder, more urgent, and soon enough, Eve reached her peak, saying afterwards, “That was powerful.”
Not long after, barely fifteen seconds, I followed. About as close as we’ve ever come to finishing together. Usually, one of us gets there first and then helps the other along, but this felt different.
Afterwards, we lay there, wrapped up in each other, enjoying that quiet, contented feeling.
Eve smiled and said, “Well, that’s a new one for us.” And she was right.
I couldn’t have agreed more. It was exciting, new, and honestly, a bit of a revelation. And if
anything, it feels like the start of something rather than the end - an open door to even more exploration ahead.
