The vibration grilled straight through me and hardened my already erect dick. I pressed my hardness against the firm, silken flesh of her bottom.

Being in my wife’s presence kept my hunger for her endlessly burning, never fully extinguished, despite many years of marriage. She had stolen my heart and I knew I would never get it back.

"Good morning, hun," she whispered, twining her hand around my neck.

"Good morning." I smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I’m so hard for you." "And I’m so wet for you," she replied.

Her breath was slow and steady, the side profile of her boobs readily visible. Her nipples stiffened, increasing the fullness of her ample curves. She was stunning. During our entire marriage I had watched her turn the heads of men and women alike, and with every passing year, I fell more and more in love with her.

I traced my fingers along her skin until my fingertips met a peaked nipple. She melted into me, pressing her warm, curvy ass against my hard-on. The rich sensuality of her body swept over me I grew harder. I pressed my dick against her bottom and kissed her, my tongue blazing a trail from her ear to her jaw, and finally to her hot lips.

She slid her hands along the muscles of my chest and our breath grew rapid and pressured as our tongues probed one another’s mouths. I caught her lower lip between my teeth and she let out a soft moan.

Pushing myself upright, I swept the covers aside and outlined a path from her breast to her hip. Then I put her onto her back and pressed her knees apart so I could rub her clitoris over her panties, noting the growing wetness of the material.

Her cheeks flushed, blue eyes bright, she watched as I lowered myself to her full breast. Her expression displayed the raw, savage effect I had on her. She never hid it, never hid her fierce hunger for me. She was so open and needy and sexy as fuck. My chest tightened.

I kissed my way down her cheek to her jaw, licking and nipping at her neck and then lower, her chest sex-flushed and heaving. Her full breasts were plump with arousal, her nipples stiffened into hard peaks. I devoured her left nipple, sucking and nipping with need. When I bit down on the tip, she inhaled sharply, her fingertips raking the skin of my back as I slid my hand into her panties.

She was completely soaked. And I needed to taste her. I lowered myself down and grasped her ankles, pushing her legs up, relishing in her gorgeous curves. Her beauty had grown in our years together, her body more mature, the round swells of her breasts and hips and tiny waist the epitome of womanhood.

I slid her panties to mid-thigh and glanced up at her. We locked gazes and she smiled, that sensual smile as she allowed her knees to drop closer to her body, exposing her most private, vulnerable part.

I lifted her legs high for better access and kissed the back of the thighs. Her breath caught in anticipation of what was about to come, and I slowed my descent down, kissing and licking a trail along the back of her legs, a slow, calculated torture.

To be continued...