Two Old Lovers

The Beginning of a New Romance for Two Old Lovers

It had been a longer stretch of time than usual that SW’s husband had been out of town. His work was becoming more and more demanding but the money allowed SW to be home with the kids and she kept telling herself it was worth it. Being alone too many nights, longing for tenderness and passion, was the price they were paying to raise their great kids. And they both kept trying to remember it was temporary. SW also knew her hormones were peaking and she hope they lasted long enough for future pleasure. Sometimes she wondered if her longing for her husband to give her the special attention her bottom so desperately needed was how she was coping with her resentment about being alone. But when SW found those thoughts crowding into her head she pushed them aside and labeled them as psycho-talk. She would focus on the kids and their complicated schedules as her diversion. But then they were gone and she was alone… SW ached for her body to be held and gently invaded until she could release her pent up energy. She longed to be so overcome with pleasure that her body would feel completely satisfied for at least a few moments. Today SW wanted her husband’s homecoming to be special so after the kids were off to school she ran to the market and picked up what she needed to fix his favorite meal. Back home she changed the bed and cleaned the bathroom. SW kept looking at the clock and it seemed to be stuck. Finally she had dinner started, the house picked up and she took a long bath just before the kids got home from school. Fortunately that night the kids each had plans so the reunion was going to be private. She hoped he would not be too tired from the plane ride. [In spite of all her preparations, expectations and secret longing, SW had no idea what was in store for her. If she had known she might have gone crazy waiting. It was bad enough to wait for the car to pull into driveway but if she had known what was going to happen she would have been far wetter than she was as she hurried to the garage door to welcome her love home!] A broad smile and a longer than usual deep wet kiss made SW lite headed. Carrying his luggage to their bedroom, the two small talked about the ordinary things reunions entail. What had been going on at home, how the trip had been, what was planned for the weekend. After collecting his laundry and heading to the door SW heard: “I’m going to take a shower to get the plane off of me. I hope we can spend the night together after the kids leave and supper is over.” SW smiled and nodded at her warrior prince returned from the corporate battlefields. The kids were glad to see their dad and dinner was good. After the kitchen had been cleaned up and the kids had gone their ways SW’s husband surprised her by saying: “I brought you some presents. I got to thinking about a conversation we had a while back and I have rethought a decision I made. I hope you will like what I have in mind. Why don’t you pull down the bedding, put a big bath towel on the bed and undress while I get your presents.” SW’s heart began to race as her mind began to swirl. What was he up to? What had he brought her? What was he getting out of the car? She did not speak but only smiled and nodded and headed straight to their bed. She was nearly done undressing when he returned with a new carry on bag. Unzipping the bag the first item withdrawn was a small box of votive candles. As he handed SW the box he took her nakedness into his psyche through his eyes and thought: “God I have missed her. I hope I can do what she wants tonight!” Then he softly in spoke tender tones and said: “I want this night to be good for you. Please put some of these in the bathroom and the rest around our bedroom. Light them and then I have a new CD for us. Have you ever heard of Diana Krall? Her ‘Live In Paris’ CD was featured one night on a PBS station and I really liked it.” SW set the candles around, lit them and returned to find her husband naked, partially erect and holding a bottle of jasmine scented grape seed massage oil. “I’d like to give you a massage.” SW started the CD and was immediately swept away by the gentle jazz and soft vocals. As she stretched out on her tummy on the soft towel her husband settled in beside her and began to apply the silky lotion to her back. His hands were strong and SW began to relax back and neck muscles and feel safe with her man. And then his hands worked their way up from her feet, over her calves and thighs to her hips. After kneading her glutes the hands started floating over her hips and two index fingers began to alternately slide lower and lower between the cleft formed by SW’s soft white hips. Instinctively she moaned and lifted her hips to invite his fingers to move deeper. When they eventually reached the magic spot SW gasped and said: “God I have missed you! Please don’t stop touching me!” Eventually one finger found itself lightly stroking the swollen nub that hid thousands of nerve bundles and that usually was hidden between soft folds of skin. The other index finger was moving over the soft skin that was between what SW affectionately called her “front door and back door.” Each time his finger moved a little more slowly around the wrinkled muscle and pressed into it. Finally he pressed into her rectum and SW felt a spasm of the muscles that signaled the ascent up the mountain of bliss she so longed to travel. Without warning SW suddenly heard words she never expected to hear. “Honey, I know you find pleasure in enemas. I’d like to give you one. OK?” “YES!” was SW’s immediate response and before she could say anything he bent covered her back and bottom with kisses and finally said: “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Listening she heard the faucet run, and then the sound of plastic clicking. Kneeling on the bed the fellow who said that he was turned off by the idea found his excited wife anxious for the feel of the warm water and she also wondered what would happen next. The soft hose slipped into the waiting muscle that had been well oiled and slightly stretched. Never having done this SW’s lover was going on instinct but it was not disappointing to SW. He tentatively pressed the hose into his wife and finally stopped and opened the clamp part way. “I have no idea what you like but I want this to go slow.” After the bag was half empty, as now intoxicated by SW’s soft sighs and moans, her husband slipped his hand between her parted thighs and under her until he found the little nub that was now sending signals of desperation to SW’s brain. As the CD began to play “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” a finger tip began to stroke the little hard nub and SW raised up on her elbows, held her breath, and then from some hidden place deep inside of her a groan took shape, passed her lips into the air and she pressed her shaking hips so hard and down that his hand started to hurt. Gasping for air SW moaned: “OH God, don’t stop!” Finally her plea turned to: “Please stop! I can’t take it anymore!” “Do you mean the enema or my finger?” “Your finger!” As he quietly held her in the palm of his still hand the last of the water flowed into his lady and he softly said: “If you like I have a small plug. I’d like to replace the hose, help you find a comfortable position and if it’s ok… I’d like to come in you.” “Yes… Oh, yes!” SW felt the pressure of the warm water in her and the dreamy feeling that never lasts long enough after cuming and she wondered how many times she had longed for this moment. She couldn’t believe how gentle she was being treated and how powerful her orgasms were. As the well lubricated plug slipped into her she felt a new orgasm starting to build. As she rolled onto her back, lifted her hips up to accept the waiting pillow, she opened her legs and accepted his hard penis into her very wet secret place. “Would you like me to do this?” preceded his finger finding her clit and softly stroking it as he began to move deeply inside of her. “Yes” was her only reply before she stiffened her body and once again amidst sighs and moans began to slide down that never seemingly ending slope of pleasure. Finally he stiffened, groaned and he began to press deeper and harder into the nearly spent love of his life. At last he caught his breath, slowly pulled out and asked: “Are you OK?” She replied: “Yes! Better than I have been before!!! But I think I need to get up.” And that’s how it all began.