TOM
From Babs was in her early 40's Babs she and I had a few erotic adventures where I shared her mature body with younger guys but as we got older, we dropped back to having sex once or twice a week unto a holiday in the sun a few years ago rekindled our interest.
When we went to the sun for a holiday just after I took early retirement. With me playing more golf and drinking my interest in sex had sort of waned. Babs obviously had had other ideas.
Babs looked very well with her spray tan and a pretty flattering white one piece suit which showed off her mature figure to perfection. However she must have noticed me checking out some of the younger topless girls round the pool with their miniscule bikini bottoms so she obviously decided to show me and make me appreciate what I had at home!
She had gone shopping into a nearby town the third day of our holiday and I was stunned the next morning when she joined me at the pool and took off her wrap to reveal a very tiny black bikini held together with gold chains. I have to say she looked so sexy it was almost lewd with the top struggling to hold in her heavy mature 42 C/D breasts and the tiny scrap of bikini bottom struggling to cover her big shaven pussy mound. But the sexiest of all was the thin gold chain dividing her 42 " hips and disappearing into the deep chasm between her large jutting ripe buttocks.
Quite simply I had never seen anything or anyone sexier in my life than my mature wife putting her ripe assets on full display in public -- she looked simply stunning. When she decided to go for a swim there were very few younger and older guys eyes didn't go to her almost totally uncovered big bouncing ass cheeks or when she came out to her overflowing bikini top and her large prominent camel toe. Quite simply she looked like sex on legs. She obviously liked the attention she got because on coming out she lost the bikini top and put her big pendulous breasts on full display.
She saw my obvious arousal and teasingly asked "did I like her bikini?"
I grated "I do and what's in it."
And she informed me she had purchased two more just like it. Half an hour later and sporting a large erection I suggested that she stop thrilling the other guys round the pool and go back to our apartment for lunch. She obviously had gained in confidence and was quite confident enough to stroll through the hotel without the top.
Needless to say we starting kissing and me fondling -- well really groping her tits and ass in the lift and we had hardly made it into the apartment when I bent her over the sofa, mounted her and rammed the hardiest erection I had had for some years into her ready pussy. This wasn't making love this was the pure sex that we both were ready for, and as she climaxed first I knew that her wearing very little in public had turned her on as much as me.
That night she looked if anything even sexier -- braless and wearing just a white g string under a semi sheer white clinging dress that left nothing to the imagination. For the first time in a few years she was delighted to find me ready for a second round of lovemaking.
BABS
I suppose like most married women of my age after Tom retired and started drinking more and didn't appear too interested in sex. I had started to dress more conservatively as I didn't want to be accused of being 'mutton dressed as lamb' but when I did get dressed up for golf club functions it did my ego no harm to be hit on quite a bit by the younger guys probably because I am blonde and busty. But when we were holidaying abroad a couple of years ago, although I had lost a bit of weight and got a spray tan before we left, I felt really quite depressed when I saw hubby was eyeing up too many of the young topless girls. I suppose by comparison I looked a bit matronly in my rather staid one piece. So I decided to show him what he had, and purchased a very tiny g string bikini. I nearly chickened out from wearing it in public as the top struggled to hold in and up my 40c/d boobs and I thought my very prominent public mound and mature 42" hips were very uncovered by the thin g string.
However Tom was already in position at the pool eyeing the female talent and as I had a wrap on didn't notice anything different until I sat down and took off the wrap. It certainly got his attention and quite a bit of other male attention, especially when I let the boobs go from the tiny harness. It certainly made me realise guys of all ages appreciate a more mature figure if it's shown off.
Tom too noticed this and when we came in from the pool we made love like teenagers. That night when we went to dinner and for a few drinks, I went braless with only a tiny g string in a semi sheer dress and once again the attention my breasts and rear got, excited him and that night we again made really passionate love again. He openly declared that it made him really proud to feel that other guys really desired 'his woman'.
Since then pre Covid, he encouraged me to wear sexy clothing when we were out, especially outside our own neighbourhood, and so most 'date' nights like that were a sexual adventure. Yes sometimes I did feel a little uncomfortable when I got disapproving glances and even comments from wives -- probably because their husbands couldn't keep their eyes off me but also very flattering attention and compliments from guys of all ages including guys in their 20s. This was good for my ego! Bob and I had such fun and I regret the wasted years when we could have had this fun.
Tom is fairly fit from his golf and fairly virile but he does drink too much with his buddies at the club and earlier last year felt that he needed a boost and on an overnight away tried one of the EH drugs -- what a night -- we really did make love like teenagers. He was rampant and insatiable, I felt the difference and I loved all of it! We couldn't keep our hands off each other and the sex was truly amazing. We followed that up with a few new adventures with younger guys which were great fun and terribly good for my ego.
Unfortunately Covid largely put paid to such adventures and also to Tom's new sexual energy until just before Christmas last year when he suggested me driving to Glasgow to drop off Christmas cases of champagne to two of the editors who had given us writing assignments.
TOM