Sensual story of the best sex me [F] and my husband [M] have had in years!

I am a little nervous sharing my story, but I am also so excited that I want to share it with all the world. Last week I had the best sex of my life.

I am an older woman, old enough to have two children in their early teens and I’ve been married for 15+ years. The first years the sex was amazing and both me and my husband were very happy. During my pregnancy with our first child, let’s call him Nathan, I felt so fat and ugly like you cannot imagine, but my husband was very supportive and would engage in various intimate actions whenever I wanted. However, during my second pregnancy, and I don’t want to make it sound like he was in any way bad, but… he didn’t go out of his way to tell me that I looked beautiful like he did during my first pregnancy, and I guess that did take a toll on me. Even after the pregnancy was over and I gave birth to the most beautiful girl in the world (totally unbiased opinion btw! :P) and I lost most of my excess, my husbands sex drive withered away. We haven’t had really, really good sex for over 10 years at this point.

What they don’t tell you when you get married is that sex will eventually become a routine. We only have sex once every month or so, and it is so… boring. I love my husband, but he has lost all imagination. And, I’m afraid to admit it, but so have I. Neither of us tries anymore. There is no spark. There is no excitement like when we first met. Sex has almost become a chore that we both do “because that’s what couples do.”

Last week, I drove my son to his baseball game. Oh, btw, both my son and husband are big Red Sox fans. Massive fans. Personally, I can’t stand baseball because it is so slow and boring, but anyways I was driving my son to his baseball game. I met my friend, let’s call her Liza, and we chatted while our boys played. Another mom was going crazy at the referee and Liza looked at her and said: “If she had more sex she wouldn’t be so angry!” We both chuckled, but I wanted to continue the topic and nervously asked: “How long ago was it since you had good sex?” Liza laughed and replied: “About two weeks ago, why?” I replied: “I haven’t had really good sex since before Nathan was born. The last time I had amazing, breathtaking sex with [husbands name, let’s call him John], was when I told him that I was pregnant and he burst out in excitement and… well… it was the best sex of my life. He was so passionate.” Liza looked at me as I continued: “I know that I’m getting old, and I’m not as beautiful as before and I am starting to get wrinkles, and I don’t mind that me and John aren’t having the same sex we had in our 20s, but what hurts is that I never knew that one time was going to be the last good sex I ever had. Had someone told me that it would be the last time I had good sex, I could have enjoyed it even more. Petering out is worse than a big explosion of ecstasy. I mean, do I have to be a 20 year old swimsuit model to make my husband desire me?” Liza interrupted me: “You’re talking like you’re 80! You’re young! You’re still beautiful and wild! You just lack creativity! You need to come up with something he will like, and he will go crazy!”

We continued chatting for a while but this stayed in my mind. I realized that I didn’t know what my husband would find attractive. I have tried to purchase “spicy” clothing, and it did work for a while, but eventually even that seemed to lose its charm. Then I got a crazy idea!

The next day after work, I drove to Fenway Park and bought myself a Red Sox jersey. I was very nervous but it was a very nice young man that helped me and made sure I got a good fit. I told him my husband was a big fan and the young man assured me that someone called Rice was probably his favorite player so we got a jersey with no. 14 on the back. He also asked if I wanted a baseball cap, and told me that “every fan needs a baseball cap”, and he seemed so kind and knowledgeable that I got one as well.

That night, last Friday, both our children were out with friends. It was just me and my husband. He was watching some tv show in front of the TV with a beer in his hand. He looked like he always does. Old. Fat. Tired. But mine. I looked at him and thought to myself: “Tonight, John, we’re going to have the best sex of our lives, and I am going to enjoy every second of it.”

I knocked gently on the wall and said: “John dear, why don’t you come up to the bedroom? I have a surprise for you.” He looked up from the TV and said: “Honey, I’m so tired from work, I don’t think I can make it tonight.” I knew he was going to say it, but I was prepared. I giggled a bit and said: “No baby, tonight, I want you.” And I bit my lip. He looked intrigued at me. I said: “Come up in five minutes.” And I turned, confidently, and walked upstairs.

Five minutes later, he knocked on the door. I was so nervous. He opened the door. I was dressed in my newly bought Red Sox jersey, cap, red stocking and underpants. He was stunned. I was so nervous but tried to stay cool and said: “Hey babe. You wanna come in?” He nodded just like he did when we first met and entered. I took his hands and kissed him. I could tell that he was still surprised. I asked: “Are you okay, baby?” He took me by my shoulders and said: “I love you.” I was about to burst into tears, I haven’t heard him say it so passionately for years, but he started kissing me. He kissed me everywhere. My mouth, my forehead, my cheeks, my neck… then he started to move downwards… he started kissing my left upper arms and all the way down to my fingers. Then the same on my right arm. He ran his hands up and down my body. I haven’t been touched like that for years. He put his hands on my breasts and kissed me. I tried to open the jersey but he took my hands and said: “No, this stays on all night.” I was so happy. He took off my cap and held it in his hands while he kissed me on my forehead and mouth. He ran his left hand inside the jersey and felt my breasts. He fondled them gently while he kissed me. He whispered: “I love you.” I replied: “I love you too.” He said: “No, I really mean it.” I could tell that he meant it. And I replied: “And I really love you too.” He put on the cap on my head again and ran his hands down my body. He started massaging my pussy outside the underpants while he kissed me. I started getting so wet. He took my hand and moved it to his penis. I have never felt a penis so hard before. He was kissing me so gently while he was touching me. It was already better sex than we’ve had in years.

He moved his head down between my legs. He started on my left leg and was kissing it, moving ever closer to my pussy. Right as I thought he was going to kiss my pussy, he passed by it and moved to my right leg. I wanted to feel his tongue so bad. He continued kissing my right leg, from my knees down towards my pussy again. He was getting so close. I was getting so wet. He stopped right in front of my pussy, gently felt for both my hands and grabbed them, and started kissing my pussy on the underpants. I was so wet.

He wanted to pull back his hands, but I held on to him for a few seconds extra. I wanted him so bad. I let him go, and he moved his hands over my body, over the jersey, felt my breasts, felt my stomach, felt my butt. He took a hold of my underpants and slowly pulled them down. So slowly. I was so wet you have no idea. He took off my underpants and put them aside. He then looked for my hands again and I took hold of him. I felt his tongue stick inside of me. Oh my, it was like heaven. “Oh my God!” I shouted. I could feel how he was smiling. He kept licking my pussy. He let go of my left hand and felt his way under my jersey and started fondling my breasts, as I could feel his tongue inside me. It was magical.

I put my hand on his head and pushed him up. “I want you inside me.” He pulled down his pants faster than I’ve ever seen. He leaned in over me. I could feel his bare penis touch the outside of my pussy. I jerked in excitement. “Are you okay?” He asked a little bit worried. I smiled and nodded and said: “Yes. I love you, John.” He smiled and said: “I love you too, my little Red Sock.” He kissed me again. He then pulled up both my legs and put them on his shoulders. He moved my hands to his penis so that I could feel it with my hands. It was so hard. He kissed me one final time and then penetrated me. It was heaven! He started slowly, but I was so wet that I told him to go faster right away. He started pounding me right away. It felt so amazing. I could feel his hard dick inside me going faster and faster. Somehow, he found the perfect pace and kept it going and going. I grabbed his face and pulled it closer to mine and started kissing him. “You are so handsome,” I said, “I love you so much.” If there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s to never tell a man: “Just like that.” Find whatever phrase helps him keep the pace instead of “just like that.”

Usually, we can only do one position before he finishes. But not tonight. I had my legs wrapped around his shoulders and he pounded me just right and we kissed. Then, after a few minutes, he pulled out. I smiled and said: “Did you come?” He said: “No, I want to change positions.” And he moved me into doggy style. I felt like 25 again. He put his dick inside me and started pounding me. He leaned in close and started kissing me from the side. God I was so wet! His penis was so hard and it felt so good. He was so deep inside me. He moved up the jersey a little bit and felt my back. Tonight I didn’t mind if he wanted to cum on my back. I was so excited. I wanted him to! It would be so sex if he pulled out right now and orgasmed on my back! “Please, John, do it! Do it!” I thought. He slapped my butt. “Oh God! Yes!” I thought! “Please come, baby!”

He pulled out and paused for a few seconds. “Did you come inside me baby?” I asked, a little disappointed but still happy. “No,” he said, “I just need 15 seconds and then I’ll be ready again.” Oh my god! This was like heaven! I pulled him closer and just kissed him and kissed him. “You can cum wherever you want baby!” He moved his hand to my pussy and touched me. He stuck in one finger and started pulling me. He fondled for only a few seconds and then found my clitoris. How was he so fast tonight? He touched me just the way I like it! We kissed and he pulled me.

God knows how long, it felt like an eternity of bliss but it was probably like 30 seconds, he pulled out his finger and said: “I am ready again.” “Yes baby,” I said, “whatever you want. I am yours!” He said: “I want to see you when I cum.” He moved me into the missionary position. He leaned in, kissed me, and said: “You are more beautiful tonight than ever.” I felt like crying. He hadn’t called me beautiful in years. He penetrated me again and started pounding me. I was so wet. He was so hard. He was pounding me so hard. He did not find a good pace this time, but I was so ecstatic that I didn’t care. He is my husband and I love him. Finally, he found a good pace and once again I said: “You are so handsome.” He leaned in and kissed me. He pulled up the jersey and put his naked body against my body. It was like we became one flesh. He put his arms under my back and pushed our bodies closer. I wrapped my arms and legs around his back and held him as hard as I could. He kept pounding me. It was heaven! “Harder, baby!” He started going harder, faster. He was climaxing. I knew what he wanted to hear: “Harder, baby, harder!” He kept going harder. Deeper. God, I could feel that I was climaxing too! I could feel him getting closer and it was making me get closer to an orgasm as well! I shouted: “I love you, John!” and kept wrapping around him. He was getting closer, and so was I. He said: “I’m gonna cum, baby.” I replied: “Me too, keep going baby!” He kept pounding me and kissed me. I ran my hands through his hair as I was reaching climax. “Oh my God, baby! I’m orgasming!” As I said that, he pushed extra hard. I could feel him orgasming inside me as well. We came at the same time!

He pulled out his penis but kept kissing me. And I wouldn’t let him go. We kept kissing and I felt all over his body. He looked at me and said: “I love you.” I smiled at him and said: “I love you too!” And then I giggled: “I think we both came at the same time!” He smiled and said: “Really? Honey, that’s amazing!” He took up my hand and put his palm to mine. He put his other hand on my breast. “I don’t say it very often, but I am very lucky to have you.” I felt like crying because I was getting so emotional. “I love you, John”, I said.

I won’t tell you what we talked about after, because that’s between a husband and wife. But what I will tell you all is that just because you’re getting a little bit older, it doesn’t mean that you should stop having sex! And it’s never too late to have the best sex of your life!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xouxw7/sensual_story_of_the_best_sex_me_f_and_my_husband