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Dear Reader,
This is a significant rewrite of a story that I recently posted. The first half has been re-edited and changed a fair bit (although some of it is the same), and the second half is a complete rewrite, going in a completely different direction, with a (much) happier ending.
I’d love to hear what you think – and whether you want to hear more about what this couple gets up to.
Cheers,
Randy.
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“Goodnight Babe, love you. I had fun on our date tonight, thank you.” Josie kissed her fingertips, reached down, and tapped them gently on her husband’s forehead.
Brad remained sunken into the couch. “Wanna cuddle naked?” he suggested, raising his eyebrows up at her, playfully.
They both knew what ‘cuddle naked’ really meant.
“No, I don’t. Not tonight. I’m going to read my book and go to sleep.”
Not ANY night, dammit, ruminated Brad, to himself. He was completely unsurprised, but he still felt that familiar sting. Not EVEN tonight, while the kids are sleeping at their grandparents’ place, and we have the whole house to ourselves for the first time in ten fucking years.
But he’d learned long ago not to appear pushy. It would only widen the distance between them.
“That’s OK Babe. I just love you so much, and I’m so attracted to you. I just want us to be closer, vulnerable with each other again, you know?”
And I was hoping that if we reconnected a little over dinner, like we seemed to, that we could come home and have a go at bringing a little intimacy back into this god damn stale marriage.
I’m so tired of trying. Will she ever want me sexually again?
“Good,” replied Josie, before kissing her fingertips and planting them on his forehead once more. “We’ll get there.”
Her smile was nervous and apologetic, as she turned quickly and walked down the hallway to their bedroom.
Josie had occasionally mentioned that since having children, her hormones were all over the place and she wasn’t happy with her body anymore. But Brad still found her incredibly sexy, even in her long, thick, frumpy woollen dressing gown. He watched her firm, round buttocks sway beneath it as she walked away, and felt his cock begin to swell with desire.
It was true that her body had changed since they had married, fifteen years ago. It was the natural result of carrying and giving birth to their three children. But at the age of 40, Josie’s curves still sat in all the right places on her petite 5’5″ frame.
In fact, Brad lusted after her more now than he ever had. He adored her extra curves, and they were never far from the forefront of his mind…
Her shoulders were slender and her lower back curled inwards, spreading down and out again like a vase into her rounded hips and pert bottom. The latter had a little more padding than it used to, but it still held magnificently firm and reinforced her feminine figure.
Brad could only imagine the enhanced sight and sound it would make now, if he were to gaze down whilst it slapped back against his belly, clapping open and shut, her pretty little asshole winking at him; or, how the weight of it would feel, as she bounced up and down on his dick whilst she milked him with her hips.
But he hadn’t seen her bare bum up close for years, save for the odd stolen peek as she showered with the bathroom door slightly ajar. The sight always made him hungry, but the denial starved him.
Her breasts had also changed, sitting slightly lower, the result of producing the milk necessary to feed their three growing babies years earlier. But they were still delightfully soft, squishy orbs, just the right size for his hands, and to Brad, they were absolutely perfect. He longed to suckle on her dark pink areolas once more, and to feel her nipples harden against his tongue.
Her thighs were slightly thicker, now, too, but thanks to her genetics – and regular Pilates classes – they retained their shapeliness and tantalised Brad, like a stairway — and a gateway – to heaven. He missed running his hands up and down their smooth surface, and nibbling up and down their soft inner flesh, teasing her as he made his way to her juicy sweet spot…
He was hungrier than ever for it. Hungry for her willing vulnerability. Starving for it, in fact. But sadly, for Brad, he had been starved of it for far too long.
And then there was her belly. Once as flat as a pancake, it now carried the most delightful little mound of dough. Brad absolutely adored it. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to nuzzle his face into it, kissing her belly button, and how it might jiggle slightly if he slapped his hard cock down upon it before entering her…
Brad’s erection was now stretching against his briefs as the door to their bedroom closed behind her, leaving him sitting alone on the couch in his underwear once more.
Well, it used to be OUR bedroom.
Although Josie had suggested on numerous occasions that he return escort to their bedroom at night times, he did not feel like doing so anymore. He knew she probably preferred the bed to herself, anyway. He had attempted to return on a few occasions, but every time it had left him feeling even more dejected and alone.
There was particularly the period when, in his mind, things looked like they might improve for their intimate life. Hoping that she might desire him again, he had, at her suggestion, slept back in their marital bed for a few weeks.
But it was to no avail.
Being rejected, night after night, and then trying to sleep next to the woman he was so attracted to was even harder. It was torture for his cock, and his soul.
In the end he gave up and returned to the couch, where he could masturbate as often as he needed throughout the night, as lonely and unfulfilling as that was for him.
And the fact that most nights, their youngest child would still come in at all hours and sleep in their bed – something Josie cherished – also made it seem all too hard. He didn’t want to begrudge her for this, and he loved his children more than he loved life itself, but he regretted allowing their extraneous needs to dominate the household.
Is this how marriages lose their spark and dissolve?
Brad often wondered if his heightened lust for his wife stemmed from a deep-seated biological reaction within him: her physical changes were a manifestation of the fact that she had chosen him to mate with, to build a family and a future with, to open her heart and legs to.
She had once begged him to flood her with his seed, to let his little swimmers invade her womb, to fertilise and transform her body into the vessel that would grow, carry, birth and feed his offspring…
To give her his babies.
To breed her.
The changes to her body, therefore, symbolised Brad’s virility, and that enhanced his own sense of masculine prowess. It was all he wanted for the two of them to grow together along with any changes to their bodies, and their lives. But for that, he still required intimacy. It was far too important to him. He couldn’t shake his need for it.
Of course, as she had always been, Josie was still incredibly attractive to other men, too. Not least, when they took their regular family trips to the swimming pool, or the beach. Her blue, one-piece bathing suit clung to her hourglass figure, exposing the lower half of her supple, alluring peach, and he caught men of all ages gazing at her. He couldn’t blame them: she was a work of art.
He knew that all these men were imagining the things they’d like to do with his wife: to strip her naked, to eat her ass, to thrust themselves into her.
This made Brad both jealous and aroused. She was the MILF of men’s dreams. He would always masturbate furiously in the shower when they got home, knowing he was unable to have her enticing body for himself either.
So why the fuck did I bother getting a vasectomy? A vasectomy that she wanted me to have…
Brad released his aching cock from the restraint of his briefs and began to stroke it slowly.
He had used to wish that it was longer and circumcised, like the porn stars he watched, but he had learned to be grateful. At 6.5 inches erect, he thought it was an adequate length, and had an ample girth.
It was a well-sculptured penis, too, with thick, bulging veins popping out along the length of the shaft, and a smooth foreskin that retracted back across a perfectly domed, purple head.
So why doesn’t Josie want it anymore? She used to tell me that she loved my cock.
He reached for his phone and snapped a photo of his concrete length from the underside, admiring its shape and width. His balls hung large and low in his slackened scrotum.
He’d tidied the area smooth earlier in the day – just in case – using his electric trimmers and a blade. Leaving only a patch of short, coarse stubble above his cock, which connected to the single row of fine hairs trailing up to his belly button, he’d hoped that Josie would appreciate it.
Behind his stiff member that dominated the forefront of the photo, he could see the body that he had worked so hard on lately: the broad, muscular shoulders and chest; the well-defined muscles that popped out of his arms; the veins in his biceps; the sure signs of a developing six pack.
In fact, his body was on the cusp of no longer being a ‘dad bod.’ At 39, he was close to being back in the best shape of his life, save for the last bumps of his love handles at the base of his chiselled back, and a thin doughy layer beneath his belly button.
His lower half was just as sculptured, with legs moulded from muscle and a firm, plump, perky backside: a man-shelf carved by countless squats, lunges and hip thrusts, which brought a statuesque balance to his figure.
But despite getting many compliments from friends, family and colleagues on his body transformation, his escort bayan own wife had yet to show any interest in it at all. In fact, she seemed to ignore it completely.
This devastated Brad, for as proud as he was of his body, it was for her that he was transforming it. In fact, the lack of sexual interest from his wife over the past several years had impacted his self-confidence in many ways.
He was 5’9″, which he found to be taller than most women but shorter than most men he encountered. For much of his life, his height had not bothered him at all. It had meant that some women overlooked him, not being the coveted ‘six feet tall,’ but back when Josie had wanted him sexually, that was all that had mattered.
And before his wife, he’d had enough luck with women. His confident, charming and funny nature, and his ruggedly handsome face – often described as ‘cute’ when he smiled and his dimples showed – had ensured a healthy amount of youthful romance with the opposite sex.
But he now sometimes looked into the mirror in fear, suddenly noticing and scrutinising every tiny line that had not been there years before.
Is this why she no longer desires me? Because she now sees me as a short, old man?
Maybe she realises that she could have done better all along…
In truth, he knew that like many men his age that looked after themselves, that he was ageing like a fine wine. But without his wife needing him sexually like she used to, it was small comfort.
Josie and Brad had been best friends during high school, and he had fallen in love with her in their junior years. He’d watched her date other guys, as she was always a magnet for them, and he listened patiently to both her excited stories and relationship woes.
He’d been happy to be her confidant in this way, and had accepted that she would never fall for him romantically. He had felt that she was out of his league, just as he still did, and so he had occasionally dated other girls.
But then two years after high school had finished, as they cuddled and watched TV in his lounge room one evening, they suddenly kissed, and she confessed that she thought that she had always loved him, too.
Brad had felt that all his dreams had come true.
The next several years, until they had children together, was a passionate ride of satisfying, adventurous sex between two best friends and lovers.
“Soulmates,” they had once joyfully called themselves.
***
Brad often tried not to pleasure himself over thoughts of Josie anymore, instead choosing which ever pornography seemed the least boring at the time: a plethora of ‘categories’ that in earlier years he thought would never interest him. Gradually, though, the visual stimulus of each new kink subsided beneath his lust for his wife.
When he did give in and jerk to thoughts of his wife, he came quickly, such was his attraction to her. But it left him feeling alone, desperate and utterly degraded. She was only in the next room, wearing the rings he gave her, and he couldn’t have her. He felt like he had back in high school, once more. That she was off limits.
Now, in a moment of such horny desperation, and proud of its attractiveness, Brad texted the photo of his throbbing cock and muscled body to Josie.
Bradley: Are you sure you don’t wanna cuddle naked?
He heard her message tone sing out from the bedroom. He waited a couple of minutes, checking his phone.
Seen.
He heard the night light switch off, but no response came back.
Oh well…
Brad ran his fingertips down the underside of his shaft to his dangling scrotum, pulled his testicles tightly into a firm squeeze, and then ran his fingertips back up his shaft. He was rock-hard, his foreskin retracted and exposing his throbbing, purple dome.
He gently tickled and rubbed his index finger in circles against his frenulum, feeling it tingle intensely, before laying back and closing his eyes. Gripping his thick, veiny shaft, he began stroking slowly as images of his wife flashed through his mind…
The way her plump, perky cheeks burst out the backside of her bathing suit, the elastic digging into her smooth flesh…
Men everywhere, watching her, cocks inflating beneath the surface of the water…
She pretends not to notice, her beautiful face, naïve. But she does, surely. I wonder if it makes her horny, all this male attention…
Brad stroked harder and faster, willing himself to build towards climax.
Home now, she’s peeling out of her swimming costume… I slap her bottom and she yelps, giggling…
She beckons me to the bedroom and lays face down on our bed, raising her bare, heart-shaped ass for me…
“Come and get it, Baby,” she taunts…
Brad’s breathing was fast and hoarse now, as he jacked his pole furiously: eyes closed; his other hand running up and down his muscled torso; his mind lost in lewd thoughts about his wife.
The way she used to look back bayan escort at me over her shoulder, confident and coy, as she spread her ass cheeks at my command…
The way she’d moan as my tongue brushed its way over her glistening slit, up to her exquisite little asshole…
Brad let out a quiet moan of his own, feeling the pressure build in his lower abdomen. He was getting close. He placed his free hand between his thighs and began massaging his smooth, pulsating taint, whilst he continued to beat his shaft hard and fast with the other…
“Ahh… Ah-heh-hem.”
A floorboard creaked, and Brad’s eyes sprang open. He almost jumped out of his skin, swiftly pulling his briefs back up around his waist.
Josie was standing in the hallway entrance, covered by her thick, woollen dressing gown, eyes wide and staring at his jutting cotton undies.
***
“Shit, you scared me Jo!” Brad’s face flushed beetroot red, a guilty look spreading across it as he realised he’d been laid bare and caught in the act, mid-stroke, touching himself intimately.
“Having fun, I see.”
“Ahh… yeah. I was just thinking about you, Babe.” He grimaced, wondering what she thought of him right now. “What are you doing up?”
Josie smiled shyly and bit her lip. “I… I wanted to have sex with you tonight, Brad. I really did. I chickened out, I’m sorry. But I couldn’t sleep…”
“Jo, that’s OK,” he interrupted, wanting to alleviate his wife’s remorse. “I know you’re trying to work on your hormones, and I don’t want you to feel any pressure. Just know that I think you’re the sexiest woman alive, and I’ll –“
Josie shucked her arms back before he completed his sentence, and her dressing gown fell to the floor.
“- always love you.”
Brad’s jaw dropped as he drank in the sight of his gorgeous wife, standing in the archway. She was wearing a matching set of white lingerie.
My favourite colour. She remembers…
The bra pushed her breasts together and upward, barely covering the pink circles of her areolas. At the front, her panties formed a thin ‘V’ in white lace, running over her hips and just across the top of her thighs, before curving down and barely covering her nether region. A little white bow sat just above where he imagined her pleasure centre to be.
She twirled to give him a view of her backside.
White lace formed a delicate ‘M’ across the crest of her round derrière, adorning it, before the cotton trailed down and disappeared into the crevice between her plump, inviting cheeks. Other than this thin strip of lacey fabric, which hugged her up near the waist and trailed down to scarcely cover her intimates, the remainder of her juicy peach flashed bare.
Brad immediately felt his self-control leaving him in waves, as he stared at his ultimate weakness.
Josie smiled in sweet relief as she realised that she could still render her husband speechless. “As I was saying, Babe, I… I couldn’t sleep. Especially not with that image of your cock on my mind.” She smiled cheekily. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed those muscles, either…”
Brad beamed up at her, dumbstruck, trying to will her towards him. She’d never usually spoken so bluntly when it came to her desires.
Her gaze lingered across his sprawling body. Biting her lower lip coyly, she suddenly became doe eyed.
“Would you like a hand to finish what you were doing?” she asked seductively.
“Preferably two hands,” he gurgled, the breath rushing out of his lungs. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing alive, Jo, come here.”
She squealed as he jumped up and clutched her around the waist, pulling her back down onto the couch on top of him.
Electric warmth spread from his loins and throughout his entire body as their soft, warm bellies and chests pressed together. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist, pulling her close. “I love you so much, Josephine.”
“I love you too, Bradley.”
Her eyes told him that she really meant it, and his heart swelled with joy. As he ran his hands up and down the curve of her back and across her hips, their lips met, parting against each other. Their tongues softly flicked in an erotic, open-mouthed kiss.
It was apparent to Brad that Josie wanted it as much as he did in that moment, and it wasn’t long before their mouths were hungrily devouring the other, tongues thrashing together in a hot mess.
Brad’s heart was pounding in his ears, as he reached between her shoulder blades with one hand and unhooked her bra, the clip springing open.
“You’ve always been so good at that,” she giggled, as the white cups fell away from her chest.
Brad planted his hands on either side of her torso and hoisted her further up his body so that her chest was pressed firmly into his face.
Bringing his hands up to meet her sumptuous breasts, he squeezed them firmly.
“Your tits are so fucking beautiful, Jo,” he told her, his voice a gravelly whisper. “You’re so fucking beautiful, in every single way.”
“Do you really mean that?” He’d felt his words ignite her, but he detected a genuine concern in her voice too. “They aren’t the same as they used to be. I… I’m not the same as I used to be.”
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