Adventures in mutual exploration

The other day, as I was laying on the couch watching TV, my wife walked into the living room and motioned for me to scoot back so that she could lay with me. As soon as she had positioned herself firmly against the slowly growing bulge in my pants, she twisted a bit and grabbed my hand to guide it down her already unzipped shorts. "What are you doing?" I asked, a little taken aback since she isn't usually this forward. "Well, why don't you find out..." was her coy reply. I gently tugged at her pubic hairs and then began exploring with one finger soon finding that she was sopping wet. As my finger ran over the top of her clitoris, she let out a soft moan and rolled over so she could spread her legs further apart and allow me more freedom. Using my middle finger, I began to lightly flick her clitoris in a steady rhythm---something which she must have liked since she pushed her back tighter against me and began a quiet pant. "You know we can't have sex, right?" she said through half-closed eyes. "Yes, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun---why don't you go into the bedroom and I'll be right in," I suggested. Quick as a flash, she was up off of the couch and laying naked on the bed. As I looked at the graceful curves of her body, I could feel my dick aching to break through the fabric of my jeans but this was her time, so I knelt down between her milky white thighs and took one long, deep lick of her glistening mound. A gasp escaped from her and she grabbed the bed covers in a firm grip. I peered across her stomach and between her 34D breasts to watch her facial expressions as my tongue danced from her vagina to her clitoris. I could tell she was nearing orgasm but, to extend the fun, I stopped using my tongue and gently sucked her clitoris in between my lips where I could use the full set of muscles my mouth provides. Back and forth I softly sucked her labia and clitoris in and out of my mouth while my finger was tracing the skin around the opening of her vagina. Her panting grew and grew, she pulled my head in tight between her thighs and then I felt her muscles clench and a small rivulet of come escaped from her as she reached climax. Sated, she sat up and grabbed me for a long, deep kiss. I could still smell her on my mustache and beard so I knew she could taste her own musky juices. Before I knew what was happening though, she threw me to the bed and was pulling off my jeans. Like a giddy sprite, she sprang from the room and returned with a bottle of lotion. "Now it's your turn!" she announced as she poured a handful of cream into her hands. She straddled my thighs and with both hands grabbed the shaft of my rock-hard cock. Lotion oozed out the top and from between her fingers as she stroked up and down, up and down. Her left hand began to massage my balls as she continued her steady motion, interrupting every so often to tickle the tip of my penis with a lithe finger. After having my way with her, I was already well on my way to orgasm but I tried to prolong the attention by rubbing her thighs and reaching to finger her but she kept pushing my hand away until, in a deep rush of sensation, I lay back and let myself go. Her hands deflected my come onto my chest and as I regained composure after that amazing climax she swirled my semen around my stomach, rubbing it into my skin and her hands. Together we made our way to the shower and washed ourselves off---but that's a different story!