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On a cold November night, after a long week of work, we lay under the covers. I brushed a few locks of blond silken hair behind her ear and looked into her deep kaleidoscopic eyes. There was one thing that would make this moment better, I thought. I gently took her hand and pressed it against my already waiting sex, and took a deep breath as I felt the familiar pleasure rush through me. She began stroking me hard and fast. I knew I would cum any minute. I knew I would reach the heights of climax I longed for. I knew the orgasm would quiet my mind, tranquilize my body, and allow me to drift off to sleep.

That's what I thought would happen... but it didn't. My wife, after a long day of work, was tired, and her hand began to slow down, keeping me right on the edge. Every time, just as I was about to cum, her hand slowed down just that little bit more, keeping me longing for release. I moaned to try to wake her, I tried to grind my hips, I needed just a little bit more... yet after what seemed like an eternity, her hand came to rest quietly, motionlessly on my aching sex. She was sound asleep!

In the past, I might have been frustrated, I might have woken her up, I might have finished myself off and went to sleep without true satisfaction. I don't know what made this night different, but it was. Instead of becoming frustrated, I began to feel my arousal as a blissful energy flowing through my veins. I looked at my wife's bağdat caddesi escort beautiful face. I felt her soft, kind hand gently holding my throbbing sex, yet it felt more like she was holding my soul. I took a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and feeling a kind of full body orgasm without release, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

I dreamed of her: of the first time we met, of our picnic in the park, of strawberry iced-cream and love poetry. When I woke up the next morning, on Saturday, I not only was more physically aroused than I had ever been, but I felt a deep spiritual and emotional connection to my wife. As she began to stir, I already had a hot cup of coffee ready for her and was starting to give her a foot rub in bed. As I rubbed her feet, I began to get hard again. It wasn't so much holding her feet that aroused me, as I've never really considered feet to be an erotic body part. Just touching her skin, and, more importantly, knowing that I was giving her pleasure, is what was arousing me. In fact, it was as if I could feel the pleasure that I was giving her!

*quot;What did you do?*quot; She said in a playful voice, implying that I would only pamper her in this way if I was trying to make up for something.

*quot;Nothing my darling,*quot; I smiled, *quot;I just thought you deserved to a nice morning after all you've done this week.*quot;

She wasn't about to argue, so after a long bahçelievler escort foot massage, I moved up to massage her legs, arms, back, chest, and ended up just cuddling her and stroking her hair. She was in heaven! And so was I! I felt a milder version of that full body orgasm from the night before, but above all, I felt love.

As the day went by, I noticed myself looking at my wife more, in a similar way to when we first met. Now, I always look at and admire my wife, but I found myself noticing her beauty and appreciating it more often. I would watch her bend over to grab something, and look down her blouse at the gentle curve of her beautiful B-cup breasts, hoping the fabric would come away just a little bit more so I could see her perfect pink nipples. I would look at her tight ass in her jeans and yearn to massage it in one of her sexy thongs. I would hold her and kiss her lips in passing, any feel myself wanting to just sit and make out for an hour.

We had a great day, filled with things that we love to do, like reading to each other, having great discussions, watching a movie, and some chores, but it was mostly uneventful.

That night, when we I got into bed, she came out of the shower in her little pajama shirt and a black thong, and all I wanted to do was rip her thong off and kiss her sweet sex. After a little foreplay I did just that. I found myself getting bahçeşehir escort lost in the moment, not thinking about my orgasm as the inevitable goal. I found myself appreciating everything more. After enjoying her sex, slowly teasing it, then french kissing it as I would her mouth, we got into a *quot;69*quot; position. As she wrapped her lips around me, my hunger for her rose, and I devoured her sex until she was cumming on my lips. She clutched my thighs in the throws of orgasm, and as I saw her muscles contract, I became aware of how close I was to cumming.

When she recovered herself enough to begin moving again, she moved her head back down to my sex to finish me off, but I motioned for her to come up to me. I kissed her wildly as I wrestled with how to tell her what I really wanted.

*quot;Could you just, hold me as we drift off to sleep?*quot; I asked.

*quot;Are you sure?*quot; She seemed worried.

*quot;Everything is perfect love, I just want to feel this hunger for you throughout the night. Don't worry, I'll be able to sleep just fine. After all, I fell asleep last night.*quot; I smiled.

She looked puzzled for a moment, then, she remembered, *quot;last night?! Ohhh, I fell asleep, I left you hanging. I'm so...*quot;

She was just about to apologize when I assured her, *quot;it's o.k. darling, I kind of liked not getting that release. I want to try it again, and see how it feels a second time.*quot;

After assuring her a little more, we entwined together. As we held each other, I was facing her, on my right side, and she was facing me, on her left side. The fingertips of her left hand caressed my back, and her right hand gently held my hard throbbing sex. I kissed her forehead, and gently caressed her as we both drifted off to our dreams dripping with bliss.