Note: FYI – Aoife is pronounced "EE-fa"
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Life has a way of getting in the way of living, which sounds absurd until four kids, demanding jobs, numerous activities, sports and the mundane realities of running a home result in you waking up one day with the realization that other than hurried couplings, the passion you shared with your partner was largely a thing of wet dreams and memories.
Aoife did just that. An odd juxtaposition of events left her unaccountably alone with absolutely nothing that must be done and an empty house.
A luxurious bath later, shaved and smoothed, buffed and polished, she sat in front of her mirror, brushing the waist length mahogany mane which minimum care and good genes ensured continued to be one of her best features.
Maybe it was having her thick waving locks hanging silkily against her fine boned face, or the unaccustomed feel of smooth, shaved legs, but Aoife suddenly remembered what it was like when she and Finn had first met. Sparks had flown the moment the two had seen each other; introduced by a former boyfriend, Aoife found herself unaccountably breathless on meeting the shortish, well-built Scot. There was something about the way his green eyes, narrow and intense met her own, the manner in which the thick fair hair tumbled around the craggy, strong face with its decided nose and stubborn jaw. For his part, the long limbed goddess with the magnificent hair and intense blue green eyes completely and utterly enthralled him.
A scant hour later, the two left the party together, hand in hand, to continue their conversation in a less raucous atmosphere. Within weeks they were inseparable, and much of their time was spent engaged in a tangle of lust for each other that permeated their every waking moment and made them the horrified envy of friends who were alternatively appalled and envious of the way the two lovers could not keep their hands off each other.
Now 15 years and 4 kids later, Aoife had to think hard to remember when they had last experienced that spontaneous, joyous and overwhelming lust that used to be as natural as breathing.
Standing up, she inspected herself critically. With the exception of a few lines that added character to her face, her skin was excellent and belied her 42 years. Cupping her heavy breasts, she turned sideways. Most definitely not quite as firm or as high as they used to be, but nonetheless they were still more or less where they should be and the nipples were as large and luscious as ever. Her belly had a hint of softness, the legacy of four pregnancies but her narrow hips and long, very beautiful legs were still exceptional as vanity and a desire to stay healthy had her biking regularly and for long periods.
"Well, things are going to change – we need to rediscover each other," she decided then and there.
That day, Aoife began her campaign to seduce her husband. She began to rediscover the little things which he liked – like picking up the coffee he preferred, ensuring his mobile phone had minutes, and more importantly, making sure the two of them made a conscious effort to spend more time together without children.
Trips to the bookstore – a former favourite haunt – did much to help the two reconnect. Without the distractions of kids and mundane tasks, they learned again the fascination that the other held for them. Finn rediscovered his great appreciation for his wife's lively intelligence and it wasn't long before they fell back into their old stimulating argumentative debates.
Lovemaking became more than perfunctory, slowly but surely. Instead of hurried couplings, where Finn would push his stiff prick against the flannel-covered bottom of his darling and then merely pull up the hem to push its hard length between her taut thighs, he began to approach lovemaking from a more leisurely perspective.
Teasing and tender, he would strip off the nightie and cup the full, heavy breasts, suckling the long firm nipples for long periods, his prick stiff against her belly, its winking eye leaking pre-cum, until unable to stand it any longer she would thrust against him, sighing as his long thick length slid up into her sheath.
Slow and leisurely, his lips suckling the swollen breast, Finn would push his prick in and out of her tight cunt, measuring the pleasure in long delicious strokes, savouring the feel of her hot swollen folds engulfing his throbbing cock until suddenly, the urgency would begin to build and moaning against the mouthful of heavy breast, he would thrust fast and strong until his prick would throb and jerk and empty long hot streams of cum into her pulsating cunt.
Things in short improved considerably.
Aoife, however, as much as she was enjoying their renewed concupiscence, still yearned for something really spontaneous, something really sexual. Her opportunity came sooner than she anticipated when grandparents swooped down to take the kids to a cottage for a week and concurrent with that she came across an advertisement in a local newspaper which piqued her interest.
Aoife planned her campaign. Telling Finn to make no plans on the Saturday night, she informed him a surprise was in store.
A shopping spree for clothes and other things and she was ready.
Finn was out most of the day on his endless quest for treasures in garage sales, leaving Aoife time to polish herself head to foot and leisure to dress. Unaccountably nervous, she inspected herself in the mirror – wondering for the millionth time whether she was too old for dressing like this.
A very tight low-necked sleeveless tee hugged and moulded the heavy breasts. Her large nipples were clearly outlined under the skimpy lace that barely cupped their bounty and when she walked, the fluid movement of largely unfettered heavy breast flesh was clearly provocative and enticing. The skirt was denim, short and flirty, hugging her narrow hips and flaring to just midpoint on the long toned thighs. If she bent over, the firm, plump cheeks of her ass could be seen, pale and luscious, her plump mound, its reddish curls trimmed and combed cupped in the skimpy protection of a thong.
A moment later, her husband soothed her unspoken fears, when chattering; he banged into the bedroom, treasures in hand.
"HOLY shit!"
Finn's mouth hung open as he took in the sight of his very sexy wife. From the tip of her magnificent hair which hung burnished and smooth to her waist to the long gorgeous legs, the shapely calves flexed from the pressure of 4-inch heels, she was stunning.
"Oh baby!"
Moving to her, Finn pulled her head down towards his own, tangling eager fingers in soft silken waves. One hand went up to cup and squeeze the full breast.
Laughing, breathless, Aoife pulled back.
"Come on, you! Have your shower – this isn't the surprise! Get ready!"
Grinning, she dodged her amorous husband's eager hands and shooed him into the shower.
An hour later, the waning sun to the west sending warm tendrils of dying light to streak and brighten the creeping dusk, they were on their way.
