I've been married to my wife Dana for almost seven years now. We met at UCLA—I was pre-law, she was pre-med. She is a hot little number, as gorgeous and sexy now as she was when I married her. The quintessential California couple, we've been called Ken and Barbie among friends and family, though I must say Dana looks more like Barbie than I do Ken. She is about 5'9" with long blond hair, green-blue eyes, and a figure that does rival the dolls—38 D chest, and she still only weighs about 120.
My wife gets her amazing looks from her mother, Donna, who, at almost twice her daughter's age is equally sexy. She has aged gracefully, without, as she calls it, "All that botox oil of olay nonsense." Whatever her secrets, I hope she has passed them on to Dana. I'll admit that I've thought about Donna often when I'm deep inside Dana, wondering if she's as tight as her daughter, if her breasts are as firm, her nipples as hard and sweet. I suppose it will have to remain a fantasy...for now anyway.
A few months ago, I came home after a particularly long and annoying arbitration (yes, I am a lawyer) to find Dana sitting on our chaise lounge, completely naked except for a pair of black stilettos, long black gloves, and a string of pearls. She had her legs spread open, displaying her freshly shaved pussy, which was already dripping. In her hands she held two glasses of champagne.
"Hello, my wonderful husband," Dana said with a sultry smirk. "Come over here and help me celebrate."
"Hey, babe," I said as best I could with my dry mouth and painfully hard erection. "What's the occasion?"
"First things first," she said, motioning for me to join her. I dropped my briefcase and sat next to her on the chaise. She kissed me, a long drawn out kiss, her talented tongue stroking mine, her teeth nipping my lips playfully. Then she drew back and handed me a glass.
"I got the fellowship," she said excitedly.
"Oh my god, Dana that's fantastic!" I exclaimed. We clinked glasses and I drank mine down. "I'm so proud of you babe." I brought her lips to mine, tasting the champagne, the tingling from the bubbles adding to the intensity of the kiss. I put my hands on her breasts. I cupped and squeezed them, then pinched and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, making her moan. I replaced my right hand with my mouth, taking her nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, alternating sucking and teasing it with my teeth. My hand moved down between her legs, feeling the slickness of her pussy juices. I found her clit and began teasing it with two fingers.
"Oh, god, Seth," she cried. I knew she was nearing an orgasm, and I increased the force of my sucking.
"Oh, nnnnn, Seth, I'm gonna come," she panted.
"Good, Dana, come for me," I whispered. I moved my mouth down to her pussy, replacing my fingers with my tongue, flicking her clit and darting in an out, tasting her juices. I felt her body constrict, and all of a sudden she flooded my mouth with her sweet come, which I swallowed greedily. I pulled back and watched Dana come down. She looked so sexy splayed own, her breasts flushed and heaving.
