"Ready for the show?"
My wife and I had been lazing around in bed early on a weekend morning, and she had gotten up, ready to get dressed.
"Yes Rachel, I like your show."
She smiled and lifted her pajama shirt to expose her tits. They hung low, slightly sagging, and she swung her upper body, causing her nipples to quiver. I smiled. She knew how good her bare boobs made me feel. I hoped that pleased her too.
"Show's over," she said as she reached down for her shirt of the day. "Bosoms get covered now."
"Whoa whoa missy. Come over here."
She sighed and walked over to my side of the bed, a bit irritated that I was interrupting her routine. Bored, she pulled her pajama bottoms down to expose her hairy part. Now, she smiled at the look on my face.
"More show." She turned around and flashed her ass.
"OK Alex? I want to eat breakfast."
The older we got the more our approach to sex was changing. We both wanted it less often, and we both still liked it -actually we both loved it- at least when it happened. But, the reality of it now was that I was quicker to want it and Rachel was somewhat more reluctant. Not unenthusiastic, it just took her a little longer to get to it. She had all sorts of dodges. Chores, exhaustion, kids when they weren't at college. And her methods of approaching it were sometimes roundabout. Maybe I was just more guy like? Fucking was OK with me, she needed to get there by making love. I could launch right into dirty talk, which she loved when I was the filthy one. Her approach was more... uh, "clinical" wasn't it exactly, just more careful, I guess. She liked to start out with what I suppose you'd call "accurate" terms before she slowly, deliberately really got down.
"Bend over a little."
"No, that's not attractive. I'm fat."
"Let me decide whether your junk is attractive to me. It's perfect, it's sexy."
"You love me, that's nice. But it's still fat."
"It's beautifully round. I love how totally round it is. And I do you love you."
So she stuck it out a little.
"Appealing?"
She couldn't see my nod. "Lemme see some pubes." Her stance widened and I saw some bush and a little dark down in her crack. Nice.
"Shake it now."
"I'm too big. It's Jell-o." But she'd started to quiver. The real show was about to begin.
"You know I like the taste of Jell-o. Roll it please. Yes, like that. What an awesome shake."
"Can I go to the kitchen now?" She paused, trying to get her breathing back to normal. As much as my wife seemed like she wanted to stop I knew there was another side to it too.
Still bent over she glanced back at me and was startled.
"Whoa whoa yourself Mister. What's that?"
A short beat.
"Did I make that penis hard?" Busted. "I like your penis like that. Sticking up out of that thick forest. Show *me* Aleksandar. Give *me* my show."
When Rachel called me by my full name almost anything was possible. I hadn't been really angling for the full monty, but the look on her face was changing my mind very quickly.
"You have a very beautiful penis Aleksandar. It curves ever so slightly when it's erect like that. And the enormous tip. How could any girl take it? Did I really make it that full? You like my immense, saggy breasts and huge, Jell-o backside all that much?"
She started pushing me over and slid back into bed. Her top was still naked and the bottoms bunched around her knees, mine were stretched below my balls. Her warm hand gripped me and slowly started moving up and down.
She planted her mouth on mine and our tongues wound together. "I love you so much Alex. And I love that you want me so badly."
"I want you all the time baby."
"Ohhhhh, and I like your hard on so much Alex. And your testicles..." She sounded like a female Big Bad Wolf. "What do you want me to do with your shaft? More of this until it ejaculates?" Always the correct terms. "Or do you want to put it between my bosoms to make them sticky? Hmm husband? What does your penis want from me?"
"No Rachel. What do *you* want with my cock?"
"I want you to be sexy happy."
This was Rachel's play. She was a sensual woman, but she could be afraid to directly say what she wanted. She liked sex banter with me, even if she could be a little scared to talk about her own pleasure. But I knew I could get her to say out loud what she'd hesitantly admitted to me she wished she could say.
"Do you want to put it in my vagina? My, um... hairy hole?"