Marital Bliss

I'm sitting on the bed, naked except for my white woolen socks, as Mr. G walks into the bedroom. I can see the surprise in his eyes, the question on his lips, but I don't let him speak. Instead, I lick my finger, beckoning him closer. "Please come here," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He obeys, his eyes never leaving mine as he approaches the bed. I can see the confusion, the curiosity, the growing desire in his gaze. I reach out, pulling him towards me, my hand finding its way to his pants. I can feel him hardening under my touch. "Something happened today," I begin, my fingers tracing the length of him through the fabric. "While you were at work, a couple of makeup salesmen visited." His eyes widen, his breath hitching as I start to massage him. "Makeup salesmen?" he repeats, his voice strained. "Yes," I continue, my voice taking on a husky quality. "They were very complimentary of my looks. They couldn't believe I'm 51." I can see the shock on his face, the disbelief. "What are you trying to say, Mrs. G?" he asks, his voice barely audible. I pull his pants down, taking him in my hand. I can feel him growing harder, his body responding to my touch, to my words. "They were very persuasive, very seductive," I continue, my hand moving rhythmically. "They made me feel desired, wanted." His breath quickens, as I continue to massage him. I can see the desire in his eyes, the need. I can feel my own arousal growing, my body responding to his reactions, to the power I hold over him in this moment. I lean in, my lips brushing against his cock, "They made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time, Mr. G." I can see that images flash through Mr. G's mind, his eyes bulging as he tries to imagine what might have happened. But I quickly put his fears to rest. "As soon as they became too forward, I took their business cards and walked them out of the house," I tell him, my hand still moving rhythmically. I can feel his relief, his body relaxing slightly, but the desire is still there, burning brightly in his eyes. "But I was horny, Mr. G," I continue, my voice taking on a seductive tone. "So I came here, got naked, and started touching myself." I can see his eyes darkening, his breath quickening. He sits beside me, and his hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against my wetness. He smiles, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he feels how ready I am. "You're so wet, Mrs. G," he murmurs, his fingers exploring me. "I was waiting for you to come home, Mr. G," I tell him, my body arching towards his touch. "I was so close, but I didn't want to cum without you." His fingers delve deeper, his thumb finding my clit and circling it. I can feel my arousal growing, my body responding to his touch, to his words. "You're such a good wife, Mrs. G," he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. I can feel myself melting under his touch, under his words. I'm so close, so ready to cum. "You're lucky you weren't late," I tell him, my voice strained. "I was getting ready to call back the salesmen." He smiles. "You wouldn't dare, Mrs. G," he says, his fingers still moving inside me. "Maybe not, Mr. G," I challenge him, my body arching towards his touch. "But, I was very horny, so... Two cocks... Ahh... would... be.... nice..." His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, ready to fall. I feel Mr. G shifting, his body moving over mine as he positions himself between my legs. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hardness, his desire for me, and I know that he's ready. He pushes inside of me, filling me completely, and I gasp at the suddenness of it. I can feel every inch of him, every ridge and contour, and it's like I'm feeling him for the first time all over again. He begins to move, his hips thrusting rhythmically as he pushes deeper and deeper inside of me. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him, my body responding to his touch, to his movements. It's a delicious sensation, one that I've been craving sitting here before he came. I can feel myself getting lost in the moment, my body moving in time with his. I can hear the sound of our bodies slapping together, the wetness between us, the heavy breathing filling the room. He reaches down, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. It's too much, the pleasure overwhelming, and I feel myself falling over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing as the orgasm tears through me. I can feel Mr. G's body tensing, as he reaches his own climax. He buries himself deep inside of me, his body shuddering as he releases. I can feel his warmth filling me, his seed spilling inside of me. We lie there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. He rolls off of me, his body still glistening with sweat, and I can see the satisfaction in his eyes. I can see the love, the adoration. I reach out, my hand finding his, and I give it a squeeze. He smiles, his hand squeezing mine in return. "I love your stories, Mrs. G," he says and goes into shower. As I stand up, I notice the business cards, crumbled into the sheets we were having sex on. I put them into the bedside cabinet. Maybe some other day.