Day 7 Saturday
I woke up to the incredible feeling of my sweet wife straddling me, slowly fucking herself on my hard-on, something she used to do frequently when we were first married. Now, with her very much larger boobs, the view was even more tantalizing, and I was soon trying to lift up towards her with each stroke. It was too slow an action to get me quite to completion, the grin on her face telling me that she knew very well that it was. Each stroke teased both of us, her soft wet pussy caressing my head and shaft in just exactly the way it needed to, to push me ever so close to climax, but not over that edge. From the look on her face she was intentionally doing the same thing to herself, enjoying how close she was to climax. She lifted her hands from my chest to hers and teased her breasts, lifting and squeezing them, sliding her fingers to her nipples and pulling on them. She'd release them after a soft groan and then circle her fingers around each nipple, the same way that I would tease them with my tongue. I don't think I'd ever seen her tease herself this way, bring herself, and me, so close to climax, but not allow either of us to slide over the top. In all reality, I didn't even know she was that attuned to just where that point was, or how much she apparently enjoyed being teased just barely there. Most times I was so much more concerned with helping her climax before I did that it never occurred to me that she might enjoy extending the ride.
She rode on me for at least ten minutes before increasing her pace, moving her hands back to my chest for balance and then bouncing harder, making her big tits bounce and flop on her chest. Her breathing grew more ragged, interspersed with soft moans and groans of pleasure. "Come for me." She breathed when I was sure she couldn't keep from climaxing any longer. But longer she went, teasing me finally over that point, slamming herself down hard on me over and over, her pussy clenching and tightening around me as her own climax began to wash over her. My body spasmed hard, my back arching and my hips trying to lift up to her as I began to cum in her hard, my dick spurting what felt like buckets of cum deep in her pussy. Only after what felt like a half hour of our mutual climax, she lowered herself down on me, straightening her legs out to lay flat on me, my now softening dick still deep in her pussy. She lay her head on my shoulder and gently kissed my neck and cheek the same as when we were newlyweds, soft and gentle and loving. I'd almost forgotten how sensual she could be after sex, not stopping teasing me with her lips and the tip of her tongue until my softening cock finally slipped from her. Only then did she get up and invite me to share a shower before she kicked me out of the bathroom.
I was glad it was the weekend. If nothing else, to give me a break from the craziness with Sam at work. I'd felt pretty guilty about what we'd done in the office the day before, but somehow my wife 'giving' me to Diane the way she did dulled that a lot. Not that I was going to tell her that I did anything other than kiss her everywhere if she asked, the extra, non oral stuff, would remain a secret.
She came out for breakfast in a crop top, shockingly without a bra, and a pair of loose fitting gray shorts, both of which had to come from the dark recesses of her drawers. The lack of a bra allowed her tits to swing with each move of her body, and the crop top was so short I could see the bottoms of both boobs showing. After we ate, I watched her unload the dishwasher, the floppy top hanging low enough that from behind her, I could easily see both her big breasts hanging down. If her clothing selection wasn't meant to intentionally tease me, it was one hell of an accidental choice, because it had me hard in a very few minutes. Unfortunately, my first chore of the day was to clear the nine inches of fresh snow from the driveway.
I put on my heavy winter gear and headed out into the frigid morning. I'm never one to do anything by hand if I can get a power tool to do for me. So instead of shoveling, all I had to do was drive the garden tractor with the plow blade around. Of course I wasn't stingy. I always took care of the whole neighborhood sidewalk and the driveway for the old lady down the street. When I was done with that, I pushed most of the snow off Tom's driveway.
"Hey Scott!" Tom called coming outside. "Appreciate it!"
"Yeah. No problem. Just a little bit I can't get," I said, motioning to the few feet along the garage door. "How are things?"
"Usual. Lots of work, grouchy wife, the usual."
"Yeah. I hear ya."
Tom laughed. "Yeah, right. You love your job, and your wife doesn't bug you for sex all the time."
"Diane giving you trouble?"
"Her usual. Fuck me Tom, make me come Tom. You'd think I wasn't giving her any, but she ALWAYS seems to want more. Guess it's her job being a trainer, seeing all those young guys at the gym."
"And that's a problem?" I chuckled. "I wouldn't mind that problem!"
"Maybe we should trade wives for a while. Maybe you could wear her out."
"I don't think my wife would be interested in trading."
"How about I loan her to you then?"
"Jesus Tom. You'd really loan out your wife to have sex? Really? I mean my wife would be seriously pissed if I even suggested something like that!"
"Maybe you're right. Besides, who'd want her anyway? I mean she's not all that good looking."
"Hell Tom. She's a good looking woman. Especially in all the spandex she wears."
"Not really. I mean when she was twenty, she was one hot piece, but that was nearly twenty years ago." I shook my head, the conversation going downhill fast. "We still on for the game tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure. Kickoff at three fifteen."
"Good deal. See you then, and thanks for the plow job."
I started the tractor back up and headed to my yard to put it away. After walking in and stripping my heavy clothes off, I found my wife vacuuming the living room floor. I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her, letting my hands slip up under her top, capturing both big soft tits in my hands.
"Oooooooo! Damn your hands are cold!" she squealed. I kissed the back of her neck and squeezed both tits. "I hope you're planning on doing something besides make my boobs cold!"
"Anything you want," I said, kissing her neck.
She reached behind her butt and found my hardening dick in my pants. "I know what you want."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh. You wanna take mama's shorts off and put mister happy in. So why don't you?"
"Here?"
"You know a better place?"
I chuckled and moved my hands from under her top. She stepped the half dozen steps to the coffee table, pushed down her shorts and stepped out of them. She spread her feet and bent over, pushing her ass out at me. I undid my pants and pushed them and the men's bikini underwear down as I stepped behind her. She looked back at me expectantly, slowly wiggling her ass side to side. I held my hard-on and rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet lips. Before coaxing my dick slowly into her, my shaft spreading her lips and sinking slowly into her wet depths.
"Ohhhhhhh. Fuck," my wife moaned as I stroked slowly in and out in short strokes lubricating us both with her wetness. In and out I stroked, working my strokes longer until my body gently slapped her bare ass.
"Tom was complaining that Diane wants sex too much. Wanted to swap wives because he thinks you don't want as much sex."
"Really? He doesn't want to have sex with her?" she asked a little breathlessly.
"Yeah. He doesn't seem to think she's all that good looking anymore. Not like when she was twenty," I grunted, stroking harder into her, looking down past her a little to see that her swinging tits had pushed the shirt up enough to be completely exposed and swinging like huge creamy pendulums.
"What a dick. She's way good looking, isn't she?"
"I think so!" I grunted, feeling my cock swell in her, my orgasm suddenly pushing up as my mind went on a tangent and imagined Diane standing in front of us undressing. "Shit honey. I don't think I can hold back any longer."
"Don't worry. Just let go. You can owe me one." She panted.
