2 comments/ 61466 views/ 3 favorites Twenty Years Later By: footshrimper After twenty years of marriage and while everyone around us is going through some sort of mid-life crisis or another, separations or divorce, I'm finding that my marriage is getting better every day. Now that the kids are grown and off doing their own thing my wife and I find that we have plenty of time alone. Time that would be well spent cleaning the house, doing laundry, washing the car, gardening or maybe catching up on other chores around the house. But for some reason something always gets in the way and although those things all get done, eventually, one has to prioritize one's daily schedule. Looking back, the first decade seemed to be the test period. There was far too little said and even more that wasn't. We argued about sex instead of enjoying it. It was expected instead of desired. The old "wham bam thank you ma'am" when she felt like it, and "sure I'll just blow him and get it over with" when I felt like it. Very little sensuality, romance, or planning ever went into our moments together. But after ten years of panic, arguing, obligatory pleasure, mandatory conflict resolution the Gods of Coexistence and Cohabitation aka Marriage have returned and exchanged their original wedding gift to us. Almost overnight, the ten years that followed, and that have brought us to this very day; today, have been nothing short of wonderful. The frustrating drought and lack of pleasure blossomed and bloomed into a full and abundant garden of love. For each wish and kinky desire there was a granted pleasure. For each hope for fulfillment there was passionate release. It seemed that there was nothing my wife and I couldn't, wouldn't or even shouldn't allow ourselves to experience with each other! Our conversation and dialog has become the most important tool in our relationship. We are at a point and place together that we know that if either one of us is curious or has a need or desire , all we need do is talk about it. So far my mind has been bent at how receptive and kinky my wife is. I'm not sure nor do I care about when or how this change came about, all I know is that every day seems like a brand new start and I'm going to be with my new girlfriend! Although she is not as verbal with her desires or sexual feelings as I am she most certainly is a receptive and willing participant in every single thing I have suggested, requested, or we have simply discussed. The latest amazing treat she has presented me with is her interest in watersports. Not only was she eager, but the very first time we attempted it, she pissed all over my face and hand. I was stroking my cock and got so excited I could feel my cock throbbing and I started to cum almost as soon as I tasted her warm pee. I looked right into her glorious pussy and watched it's fleshy insides move and then open up. Her pussy lips thickened and her tiny peehole opened up, as stream of her glorious salty piss came at my face. I almost choked both from the volume of delicious pee and the excitement of it all. My face and my hair were soaked with her warm piss. I did my best to keep up by gargling and swallowing as much as I could. Her golden trickle tasted wonderful. Not at all salty, in fact her warm and steamy piss was quite sweet and delicious. I was turned on beyond belief! My prick was hard and straight as a steel rod and my balls were swollen and aching for release. After drinking her golden liquor and blowing my load I needed to take a leak myself. Standing up I told my wife it was my turn. She knew exactly what that meant as she fell to her knees in front of me. Her eyes were lit up with excitement as she looked at my dangling cock in anticipation. I placed one leg on the side of the shower stall and felt my piss begin to bubble. My wife tickled my balls lightly with her fingers and that was all it took. I let loose like a garden hose and poured out all over her face. She quickly reacted and opened her mouth up wide letting the stream splash inside and down her throat. She gulped and swallowed my pee, holding my cock still so she could suck and drink from the tip. I squeezed my buttocks and squirted out the last few drops into her thirsty mouth. I quickly pulled her up and we kissed, exchanging the salty sweet taste of each others piss. We tongued and sucked each others face for a few minutes savoring our succulence. Stepping out of the shower I placed a towel on the tiled floor and offered my hand to my wife. Leading her out I had her lean over the edge of the tub and stall. With her ass facing me and her glorious pussy still dribbling with pee I mounted her. I shoved my stiff cock into her wet cunt. She pressed back and took my cock all the way inside her slippery hole. Pushing her forward into the tub I got her ass up higher. While I slammed my cock in and out I slipped a finger into her warm, tight asshole. She reacted immediately, tightening her pussy around my throbbing prick, and pushing her asshole up to take more of my finger. I spit down onto her ass and then slid one more finger inside and began wiggling them around, stretching her asshole, and feeling my cock inside. I plunged back and forth and fingered her ass until we both shouted out and came at the same time. I filled her cunt up with my hot cum and her hot juices washed my cock and balls. As soon as my hard on started to subside I pulled my cock out and fell to my knees behind my wife. Holding her ass cheeks open wide I leaned forward and ate out her pussy from behind. Licking and devouring my own cum out of her drooling cunt I soon had her pussy in a state of urgency. While continued eating her out I felt her sugar walls begin to contract and then collapse. She washed my mouth out with more of her tasty warm pee. What a sexy cocktail, her juices and my cum, mixed with her piss! Since that day watersports have become a regular part of our daily routine. Twenty Years Later... Amy threw the door open. "So good to see you!" she exclaimed, and caught him up in a bear hug. "This is Ava!" A beautiful three year old girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes just like her mothers, hid behind her legs shyly. Although Mike and Amy had graduated high school together, they had drifted apart over the years. A few emails and facebook chats had been their only contact, and seeing her in the living room bathed in the glow from the lights of the Christmas tree, Mike realized how much he had missed her. Ava shyly fled back to the safety of Monsters Inc. on the DVD player as Mike took off his coat and sat down. Immediately Amy presented him with a huge captain and coke that had to have been over 50 percent rum. "Wow, you know me well," commented Mike. Amy giggled and sat down on the couch. "She'll be asleep in a few minutes," Amy said quietly, "and then we can talk." Within a few minutes, the child was asleep, and the two retreated to the back porch to talk. Amy stopped in the kitchen to mix him another ridiculously strong rum and coke, and poured herself another Pinot Grigio. Mike brushed several inches of snow off two chairs, and they sat down and caught up. During a break in the conversation they found each other staring into each other's eyes, and on impulse Mike leaned over and kissed her. She had obviously been waiting for him to do so, and they kissed for a few minutes. Reluctantly, he pulled away. "Do you need to check on Ava?" "No, but we better go inside anyway. We'll freeze to death out here." "For some reason I'm not cold anymore," he remarked. She smiled. "Come on." They tiptoed into the living room, where Amy repositioned Ava on the couch. When she finished, Mike took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. When he began to lead her onto the bed, she whispered "the lock's broken, we'll have to go to the bathroom. Sometimes she wakes up." She led him into the adjoining master bath. The bathroom had a huge garden tub and a carpet floor, big enough to for both of them to lay down on. She turned the lock, laid a towel on the floor, and stepped into his arms. He ran his hands under her shirt and unhooked her bra, then pulled her shirt over her head. "Wow," she giggled. She had been feeling his dick through his pants as they had been making out, and now she turned her full attention to it at last. She unbuckled his belt, then pulled the fly open with both hands (Levi's 501 buttonflys, the best in the world.) Mike watched her red-tipped fingers hook into the waistband of his jeans and pull them down. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, and looked up at him with her blue eyes. Without taking her eyes off his, she sunk down to her knees and took him into her mouth. Slowly, expertly, she sucked him for as long as he could stand, probably about 30 seconds. Afraid he was going to come in her mouth from excitement, he slid down beside her and kissed her again. He could taste Pinot Grigio and his pre cum in her mouth, which excited him even more. Mike pushed her onto her back and unzipped her pants. She lifted her hips so he could pull her pants off, then lay back down and looked up at him. She watched expectantly as Mike reached behind his back, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and stripped it over his head in one motion. "Wow, that was so hot!" Tossing the shirt aside indifferently, he stepped out of his jeans and boots and got down between her legs. "You're really sexy," Amy remarked as he kissed her thighs tenderly, then moved slowly to the inside. He lightly flicked his tongue along her lips. Amy sucked in her breath as his tongue slid up to her clitoris, "God, Mike, that's so nice," she gasped. "Make me come..." He slid a finger inside her. She was so wet! Her scent excited him. She was freshly shaved and her skin was so smooth. Obviously she had prepared for tonight too, he thought as he rubbed his lips against hers, tasting her juices. He began to suck on her clitoris, while slowly running his tongue up and down. Years of experience guided his tongue as she moaned, lifting her legs and running her fingers through his hair as she held the back of his head. As her breathing quickened, he increased the speed and pressure of her tongue, while pressing his finger against the inside of her vagina. "Oh my God, Mike, you are so good at this..." In what was probably less than two minutes, Mike sensed her impending orgasm. Her hips bucked against his tongue as he licked her. He felt her pussy clenching shut and squeezing rhythmically as she came, almost pushing his finger out of her. He continued licking until finally she pushed him away. "Okay, okay, enough," she gasped. Mike lay down over top of her, resting on his elbows, his face inches from hers. They stared into each others eyes as she caught her breath. "That was quick!" he remarked. She blushed. "Doesn't take me long. And you sure know what you're doing..." Mike kissed her again. She kissed him back briefly, then turned her head, panting. "Let me get my breath!" Finally, after a few seconds, she regained her composure. "That was incredible!" she gasped. "Lisa was a fool to leave that tongue!" "Oh, yeah? How about this?" Mike lowered himself onto her, his penis pushing against her stomach. "Mmmmmm hmmmmmm." She reached down and guided him between her legs. With no more foreplay being necessary, he slid into her. She gasped with excitement and pleasure as he went all the way in and out slowly. "Mike, you're so thick!" she gasped. "I had no idea..." "Oh, stop," he chided. "I'm serious. You're really big," she went on. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?" "Yeah, sure," he answered as he continued to slide in and out of her. "But I figured that's just what girls say." "Trust me," she gasped, "it's not. I had to stretch my jaws earlier when I was giving you head. I'm going to have to get used to it." As he continued to slide in and out she continued, almost absently, "hmmmmm, I could definitely get used to this..." "Here," he interrupted, "get on top." He rolled over onto his back, pulling out of her. She climbed on top and reinserted him, moaning as she took in his length. "Oh, God," she moaned. "You feel so good, Mike..." She ran his hands along his chest and gazed into his eyes. Mike loved the eye contact. Her hair fell into her face as she leaned over him, slowly moving up and down on him. She kept whispering his name. They went through various positions as they continued. It was ecstasy. After a while Mike began to wonder if he was going to be able to come. Captain Morgan had taken his toll. He pulled out and stood up. "Get on your knees," he commanded, and she immediately did so. She began sucking him again, and the feeling was incredible. "Oh my God, Amy, do you know how long I've been imagining this scene?" he gasped. She giggled and took his penis out of her mouth long enough to say "as long as I have," then went back to work. Slowly she pushed the head against the roof of her mouth as she took him in and out, all the while stroking him expertly with her hands. He watched her red nails as her hands stroked his shaft, which had always been a huge turn on for him. This was definitely one of the best blowjobs he had ever experienced. After a few minutes he pulled out of her mouth and said, "you've gotta stop before I come in your mouth." She looked up at him. "I want you to." She looked up at him as she sucked him slowly, then pulled it out again. "Don't you want to come in my mouth?" Her blue eyes looked up at him, seemingly begging him... "Oh, my God, yes," he gasped. "I've wanted to for twenty years." She laughed and went back to work. Expertly she sucked him, both hands on his shaft, looking up at him intently. Mike began to imagine she was his servant, on her knees in front of him, her every desire to please him. It was certainly a role she didn't seem to mind... "Whew!" she interrupted his thoughts. "I've got to take a break!" She laughed and looked up at him. "You're stretching out my mouth." "Sorry," he apologized. "No, don't be. This is what I want to do. It's just hard to keep my teeth off you, you're not exactly small." "You're doing great. Incredible, actually." She smiled that lovely smile he remembered so much from high school. "Thank you." She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his dick. "Did you know I swallow?" "No, didn't know that," he answered. "We never really talked about stuff like that." "Yep, I do." She looked up at him. "Does that surprise you?" "Yeah, it does a lot," Mike answered. "I mean, we know each other really well, there's no doubt about that. You were just always such a good girl in school..." He trailed off. "Well, I'm not a good girl anymore," she giggled. "At least not in that respect." Slowly she slid his penis back into her mouth. She continued sucking his dick, staring up at him intently. In just a few seconds he began to come, hips thrusting, staring at Amy's lips as he pumped into her mouth. Never stopping, she sucked until he finished coming. He pulled his penis from her mouth. "Wow. That was so good." "Did you like that?" she asked. It was a silly question, thought Mike. What's not to like? "Oh, yeah," was all he could say. He lay down on the towel and watched as Amy stood up and took a drink of her wine, then lay down beside him. "I'm glad," she smiled. "I liked it too." They lay there for a while, neither taking their eyes from the other. "Goddamn," Mike sighed, "why did we wait twenty years to do that?" She shook her head as she looked at him, breasts pushed against his chest, his penis against her thigh. "I have no idea. But I'm not waiting twenty years to do it again..."