Sleeping beauty...

My last post might be inferred as suggesting that I am unhappy with my wife's sexual prowess. That was not my intention, as it is not true.

I am very satisfied. I just want to be even more satisfied. :-)

I was only recently thinking of how my sex life has changed. A year ago I was fucking escorts for a sexual thrill. I was coming home to a wife who had no interest in sex with me (or anyone else, as far as I could see).

Now, the escorts are gone from my life (if not always from my thoughts) and I have a wonderful time experimenting our sexualities with my wife, in a loving relationship. I believe that she is enjoying life too.

Last night was a great example. I came home to our country home late from a client dinner to find my wife asleep in bed. A few differences from last year:

• In the old days I wouldn't have been at home. I'd probably have taken a hotel room in London (I have never been unfaithful to my wife in one of our homes) and shagged some expensive hooker. If I did come back, I'd have worked out she was asleep and taken the opportunity to do a little “five on one” in front of some porn, as sex would have been as unlikely as a snowball in hell.
  
• What I would not have done is slip into bed immediately and slide softly next to her prone form.
  
• She would not have been in silk lingerie that took my breath away.
  
• I would not have kissed the back of her neck, stroked her hair.
  
• She would not have reponded by murmering softly, eyes still closed, in contentment and desire (a “Not now, I'm asleep” would have been the standard result).
  
• I would not have slipped my hand over her back, caressing her curves, feeling her warmth, savouring her sexual energy.
  
• I would not have felt her legs part almost imperceptably and her hips nudge my erection in encouragement.
  
• I would not have slid my hand over her soft buttocks and between her thighs, slipping my fingers to her vulva.
  
• She would not have pushed her hips back slightly to allow my hand better access to her pussy.
  
• Her labia would not have been hot, wet and engorged. They would not have welcomed my probing fingers hungrily.
  
• I would not have slipped my fingers easily inside her or gently teased at her anus. This would not have driven her to moan softly.
  
• I would not have slid between her legs and slipped my cock into her still prone form, kissing her neck, pinning her to the bed beneath me like a captured butterfly.
  
• She would have not cried out as the first orgasm rippled through her.
  
• I would not have pulled her hips up and fucked her sweet, burning pussy from behind until we reached a shuddering climax together (all without a word said).

My life has changed... I love it. I love her.

Enjoy...