What a way to start the day. No wonder I'm crazy about this woman.
Standing naked at the bathroom sink is nothing out of the ordinary for me. My wife is more modest. She typically ignores my nudity, applying makeup and fixing her hair while wrapped warmly in her favorite robe. As we chatted about our respective days ahead, she casually let her robe fall to the floor. Even after three decades together, her beautiful breasts and blondish-red triangle are a sexy sight my body involuntarily responds to. I mustered up enough discipline to simply enjoy the view. Somehow, I continued making conversation while resisting the urge to embrace her from behind, cup the fullness of her breasts in my palms, and gently twist her nipples between my fingers. Touching and tasting those firm nipples are among my favorite ways to honor her body, and my penis was growing heavy at the thought. “Step away,” I told myself. This was a perfect occasion to respect her trust and demonstrate we can be naked without me making the moment sexual. I failed. My hands found their way to her breasts. I apologized softly in her ear for being unable to win against her female power. “I didn't want you to,” she whispered back, and then pressed her ass against my swelling cock. She bent forward, bracing herself on the counter in a silent invitation to enter her warm and tight pussy from behind. The visual was amazing. She and I watched in the mirror as I thrust into her. I could tell she was also enjoying the sight of her breasts swaying with our rhythm. Her eyes shifted upwards and captured mine with an intense stare into the mirror, and then made a request that I took as a command. “Deeper!” I raised up on my toes and tilted my hips backward to ensure she got every last millimeter of my cock. She took it all, and seemed to be ready for more. My left hand gripped her left hip pulling myself into her as deep as I could. I reached around and sent my right hand to her clit. It knows the way quite well. She responded with a smile. Moments later, she let go sounds of pleasure that pushed me to orgasm. I didn’t want to cum. I wanted to keep this intense union going until she could join me in a mutual climax. She realized her sexiness had once again defeated my self control and opened her eyes. I pulled her upright. Wrapping my arms around her, again I apologize; this time for not being able to match her stamina. “That’s okay,” she said to the mirror. “I didn’t want you to.” Oh, how I love this woman.
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