New Sexual Dynamic.
It's been three months since I had been touched by another man other than my husband, and I am feeling more loved than ever.
My husband and I have agreed to take a break from the naughty adventures and it had done wonders for our relationship.
We were now taking the time to rediscover our bodies, our sexuality and our love. We are teasing each other more, like new lovers, and devoting time to pleasure each other.
I feel naughtier ironically, constantly pining for the next time I am naked in front of my hubby. I feel the need to dress sexy for him, wearing all the skimpy but less comfortable clothes that he always liked to see me in, and I could see that he appreciates it.
I now have more matching, sexy and slutty lingerie in my wardrobe than I ever did. I felt more alive in them than before and would feel a rush every time my husband laid eyes on me in them.
Maybe it's because I am getting older, but I am clearer on what I want for pleasure and not afraid to ask for it. My husband had become my sex toy and I could tell he loved it.
In the past, he would have to figure out what I liked from my reactions and it would be hit and miss, but now I tell him straight what I wanted and he would happily oblige, making us both happy and satisfied.
Getting What I Wanted.
These days, we would start out our sessions way before we hit the bedroom. I would be in my sexiest lingerie all day when I am in the mood, flashing him from time to time, dropping hints that I wanted him and touching him inappropriately in public. He loved it.
When the night came around, I would be soaking wet, awaiting his touch, his scent and his attention.
We would start with him pleasuring me. I would lie down comfortably on our King size matrimonial bed with my lingerie still on and invite him to explore my body all over. He would take his time to gently touch, kiss and taste every inch of my body, leaving my sensitive bits to the last. I would tingle at his every touch, looking forward to every inch of me being explored.
I would then request that he play with my tits. He would slowly remove my top, unpacking it like a present and even though he had seen them countless times. He would start off gently massaging my moulds, and I would lean my head back to allow him better access to my pillows.
Slowly, he would lean in to gently kiss my full bosom. I would be in heaven, being worshipped by the man I love. I would then ask him to lie down and I would lean over him, feeding him my full, dangling breasts. As he gently took one of my nipples in his mouth and with the fingers of one hand, pinch and play with the other. At the same time, his other free hands would start wandering down my back and over my ass.
My husband has become a god in the way he pleasures nipples. He would know how to balance between hard and soft, sucking and licking, pulling and flicking, giving my nipples all the different and wonderful sensations a woman could hope for. I would giggle, moan, gasp and whimper to his every touch.
When my nipples got slightly sore from the attention that he has given to them and are satisfied, I would request that he move on to the main course. I would lie down in the middle of our bed and he would climb to the bottom edge of the bed between my legs, ready to feast.
I would raise my knees and he would start between my legs, licking and tasting my legs as he made his way up from my calves, past my knees to my inner thighs. His fingers would slowly move up and down my legs, sending tingling sensations throughout my body.
Slowly, he would make his way up my thighs to my panties, which by then would have been thoroughly soaked. In a smooth, single motion, he would pull my panties down and remove them completely, exposing my wet pussy.
As our eyes locked, he would take my soaked panties to his face and give them a good sniff. He would then put them aside and dive in between my legs to my dripping lady bits.
He would start with slow, soft licks on my clit, sending waves of tingling sensations throughout my body. My pussy is kept hairless for his pleasure and mine, and he loved it. I would encourage him more by using my fingers to spread my pussy lips, giving him more access to my clit.
Before long, his face and mouth would be covered by my juice, as he worked his tongue expertly over my clit, slurping up any juice that would drip from my gaping slit.
My husband would take his time to nurse my clit, knowing how I liked it, how it would make me shudder and twitch. He loved it as I involuntarily closed my legs on his head as wave after wave of pleasure passes through my body. The pleasure would become uncontrollable and build up to a crescendo as a huge wave of orgasm shot through me, making me grab the back of my husband's head and pulling his face into my groin as I screamed in uncontrollable pleasure.
However, we are not done yet with my lady bits, far from it.
Next we move to my favorite part, toys. My husband would climb on top of my spent body and give me a soft gentle kiss and I would whisper softly into his ears, "I want machines."
With that request, my husband would break into a cheeky smile and reach into the lower drawer of our wardrobe for a black bag. Inside would be a bag of toys that my husband had curated for me over the years. There used to be more but what's remaining are my favorites.
