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My dreams that night were muddled. I couldn't remember any details at all but they were definitely sexual in nature, because when I woke my juices were flowing freely and I was horny as fuck. For the first time in a long time, I felt the urge to finger myself until I came, to get the sweet relief that only an orgasm could bring.

James was still asleep, snoring lightly. He's a fairly heavy sleeper but I knew if I tried to slip out of bed he would probably wake up, so my options were limited. I would have to take care of my problem without leaving bed.

I slid my hand beneath the covers, searching for the hem of my nightgown, and almost immediately ran into an impediment. Gasping in surprise, I lifted the blankets to let some light underneath and got a good look at what I'd found. Apparently, I wasn't the only one having sexy dreams.

During the night, my husbands dick had sprung free from his boxers and the tip was glistening with early morning pre-cum. I stared at it, the only prick I'd even seen or touched, almost like I was seeing it for the very first time. James had been very blessed when they were handing out fuck sticks. Sizable even when soft, when it hardened it stretched out to almost eight inches in length and it sported a girth that completely filled me up with no room left over. I had been fascinated by it when we were first fooling around as teenagers, rapturously examining every inch of its prefect surface, from the fat mushroom tip, to the veiny underside, to the cum-laden balls covered in a patch of red hair.

That morning, I found myself getting the exact same enjoyment, the exact same tingle I'd gotten back when everything was new. And a naughty thought sprang to my mind. We never said we had to restrict the rekindling of our sex life to one night a week, right?

Ever so slowly, I slid my body further beneath the covers, moving as best I could without waking my husband. I wanted this to be a surprise. It took almost two minute before I was positioned like I wanted to be, with his beautiful penis directly in front of my face. I felt a stirring in my center, a warmth that spread out quickly and made my mouth water with a longing that surprised even me. I've never been shy about oral sex, but as I mentioned earlier, it had become a rare event in our love life. But here and know, I felt a hunger to have my husband inside my mouth.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip, scooping up the semen that had leaked free from the tip. It was salty and I detected the faint hint of something else, something other. With a start, I realized I was probably tasting myself, the left over pussy juices from last night's fucking, dried but still present on his skin. I couldn't remember if I'd ever tasted our combined juices before. Blowjobs had almost always been foreplay for us. Either way, it excited me more than I can describe that morning.

I took a longer lick, dragging my tongue along his shaft with delight, reveling in our unique flavor. James shifted, his hips sliding forward so his pole rubbed against my cheek. I sighed as his scent filled my nostrils, driving my libido even higher. I dipped my hand to my pussy, knowing I'd find it good and wet. Slipping a couple of fingers inside, I tipped my head back and caught his fat tip in my mouth, closing my lips lovingly around his dick.

I worked slowly, teasing his tip with my mouth, not wanting to wake him to quickly. I was enjoying the situation way too much. I loosened my jaw and slid lower, stuffing my cheeks with his cock. As I slid lower on his prick, I pushed deeper inside my pussy as well, masturbating with a silent intensity that just made me hotter and hotter.

"Oh, shit!" The words were muffled by the sheets but I could tell James had finally woken up. Light spilled on the work I was doing as he lifted up the blankets as gazed down at me with my lips hoovered to his cock. I raised my eyes to meet his and he groaned at the passion he say there, and then again as I pushed further, until his dick was threatening to go down my throat. I've never been able to deepthroat him, but I still had the majority of his meat buried in my mouth. He tossed back the covers to get a better view.

He placed a hand atop my head, not forcing or guiding, just resting there to indicate his appreciation of my effort. I had an abrupt desire to pull off his penis long enough to urge him to take control, make me suck his cock like he wanted me to, but it was fleeting and ultimately I didn't want to stop blowing. Plus, I could already tell he was close.

It only took another minute before he buried his fingers in my dark tresses and warned, "I'm about to cum!"

I wanted to do something special for him, a small indication of my commitment to reigniting our sexual passion. Most of the time I sucked his dick, I would let him cum on my face or my body--my big breasts a favorite target for his ejaculations. But this time I refused to pull off, solidifying the grip my lips had around his shaft and eagerly awaited the arrival of his salty-sweet jizz. He groaned and shuddered, the final warning before his seed spilled into my mouth. I swallowed automatically, barely tasting his gift to me, inwardly pleased that I was able to take it all without letting any spill free.

My hand was working overtime beneath my nightgown and as soon as the last drop disappeared into my stomach, my long-awaited orgasm hit me. I couldn't hold James' prick in my mouth as my body jerked, the waves of sheer erotic ecstasy too much for me to handle after so long, and it hit the bed with an audible 'thud.' I lost myself in the pleasure and joy.

When my high dissipated and my surrounding returned, I found myself in my husband's arms. There was some sweet cuddling afterwards, lingering kisses that were reminiscent of earlier times, but eventually our responsibilities as adults outweighed our ability to stay in bed. We got up, both convinced that we were well on our way to enhancing our love life.

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For the rest of the week, I spent a long time figuring out what sexual fantasy I wanted to bring forward with my husband. I didn't want it to be too **** but I also didn't want to pick something lame or something that would indicate that I'm not serious about the experience. It became almost an obsession and I found my mind turning to the decision at odd and inappropriate times.

On a trip to the grocery store, I found myself staring at the selection of vegetable on display, judging their size and comparing them to James' dick. I was there so long that two separate produce workers asked if they could help me find something. I ended up leaving the store without buying any vegetables at all.

When dusting around the house, I picked up a family photo and was frozen by what I saw. The picture was from last Christmas, all of us surrounding the tree wearing sweater's that proclaimed the season. What struck me was how much our children looked like my husband and I when we were younger. Clara has my same raven hair and--if I may humbly say--the same pretty features I had as a teenager, complete with breasts that couldn't even be hidden by the thick sweater she was wearing. Billy, if he'd been wearing a football uniform, looked like he could be a doppleganger from James' senior photos. The only difference was Billy has his red hair cut short, while James' had been longer back then. And then there was Sarah, the baby of the family and a high school senior. She had her father red locks and my green eyes, a perfect combination of the two of us.

My mind took the first steps down that forbidden path...and was immediately blocked by a sturdy wall. I wasn't ready for such thoughts...yet.

I also got hornier and hornier as the week progressed, so that by the time my husband and I entered the bedroom on our first weekend after we initiated our 'plan,' I could barely hold back.

Both of us were nervous, but excited and James took the initiative. He wringed his hands but looked me in the eye and said, "I would like to use more dirty talk when we have sex. You know, fuck and cock and cunt and stuff. We've used it a little bit, but I'd really like to let loose and have you use it more too."

I'll admit, my cunt tingled at his words and I knew I'd enjoy it if he won tonight, but I had my own fantasy to offer. I walked over to my nightstand, and I could feel James' eyes glued to my ass as I bent over to open the draw. I pulled out the sleeping mask that I sometimes use when I'm having trouble sleeping. I dangled it from my finger and gave what I hoped was a sexy wink.

"I'd like to try being blindfolded during sex." From the giant grin on my husband's face, I could tell that he liked my idea too. He held up a coin he'd brought expressly for this purpose.

"Okay, here's how we'll do it. Heads, we'll do my choice and tails we'll do yours. Ready?"

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and then nodded my head. He flipped the coin, sending it tumbling through the air. It fell to the floor and rattled to a stop. We both took a step closer and leaned down to find out who won.