Celebration

We didn’t get to celebrate our anniversary in our customary fashion for various reasons. For one thing it was on a weekend and we didn’t have the house to ourselves.

In fact, we don’t often have the house to ourselves these days. But yesterday we did. Sue wasn’t working, Son is away this week and Daughter was in school (it was the last day of term). Also, it might have been the last day for a while that we would have the house to ourselves. So we just had to take advantage of that and belatedly celebrate our anniversary in style.

First of all, after Daughter had gone to school I went back to join Sue in bed. For the last month Sue and I have been indulging in a little ‘challenge’ - to have sex every day. Or should I say, at least once a day. Because some days once is just not enough! We did have a little break for a week while she had her period and there has been the odd day that we’ve missed, but otherwise we’ve stuck pretty rigidly to sex every day. And I must say that from my point of view it has been wonderful.

Sue has been a bit concerned that quantity might rule quality, though, and that our mind-blowing sex sessions might be replaced with boring routine. Suffice to say that has not been the case.

So when I got back into bed I suggested that we go out to lunch and Sue should wear a remote control vibrator, as we’ve done before. Except that now she has a
Butterfly Obsession vibrator, which is a bit more sophisticated than the Love Bug.

Knowing that we would be having sex later didn’t mean that I didn’t want sex at that moment, though. Not at all! Being in bed with a naked Sue and the house to ourselves, my stiff cock was definitely not going to pass up the opportunity of some hors d’oeuvre, with the main course to follow later. Didn’t want to overdo it, though, just nice missionary position sex with Sue having lots of orgasms, but I was very careful not to come myself, otherwise I might not have been up for sex later (so to speak).

I finished off by fingering, and then licking her clit, just to make sure that she was fully primed for later.

I rushed through my usual morning chores (walking the dog, looking in on my parents, answering work emails) so that we could be ready to leave for the restaurant in good time.

Not long after the night of the school dance thirty years ago I had taken Sue to a restaurant as our first ‘date’. At the time she had thought that it was a very grand to be taken to a restaurant for a date. Anyway, we were going to that same restaurant - yes it’s still there after 30 years.

Sue came downstairs and handed me the remote control for the vibrator. And of course I had to test that it was working properly. I had to test it a couple of times in the car, too, despite Sue’s pleas that I concentrate on the road. Maybe I should have made her drive. That would have tested her power of concentration!

In the restaurant we chose a table a little way from anyone else. I usually like to sit at a table so that I’m sitting next to Sue if possible, rather than opposite her. Not that I don’t like to look at her, it’s just that I would rather be closer to her.

One thing about the Butterfly Obsession is that it’s quite noisy. Sue was also aware that the wooden chair she was sitting on vibrated too and amplified the noise. Fortunately the ambient noise in the restaurant was enough to make it not noticeable to anyone else, though. At least I don’t think anyone else noticed it.

I wonder what the waitress or other diners would think if they knew what was going on between this perfectly normal husband and wife sitting at their table. Would they notice that the husband held something in his hand that looked like a key fob? Would they notice his finger slide a switch on or off from time to time? Would they notice that the wife suddenly stopped talking in mid sentence from time to time, squirming in her chair with a glazed look in her eyes? What would they say if they knew? Next time you’re in a restaurant have a look around at the other diners. You never know!

I love the way she jumps slightly when I slide the switch to on - and to see her getting turned on too!

I don’t think she would actually get anywhere near to orgasm from the vibrator. For one thing she found it difficult to keep the clit stimulator in the right place and the bit that goes inside isn’t really big enough to do anything. Also, after having it on for a while (I did like that ‘on’ switch!) she thought that it was starting to get hot.

But it was still good fun to catch her out, especially at inopportune moments, like when the waitress was talking to us, or just as she took a mouthful of food. And although she didn’t really get near orgasm she still got turned on by it and that was a turn-on for me. She wasn’t the only one squirming in the chair! And most of all we had a lot of fun with it.

When we got home we had about an hour before Daughter was due home from school so we couldn’t have one of our mega-long sex sessions. But no matter. We were both so revved up that slow and sensual wasn’t going to happen anyway. I guess we’d already had two hours of foreplay; now we were ready to get down to business.

She took the Butterfly Obsession off and I fingered her clit while she was standing, still fully clothed (but minus knickers), until she had come twice. Needless to say she was already very wet and it didn’t take much to get her to the point of orgasm.

I directed her into the living room and undressed her. I got her to sit on the edge of the sofa, undressed myself and stood in front of her, my stiff cock level with her face. No prizes for guessing what I wanted her to do. She duly obliged with long, slow deep sucks, sending me into raptures.

I knelt down between her legs and guided my cock between her super-wet cunt lips, but I didn’t push in very far - not yet. I started fucking her with the tip of my cock, not going in any further than her G-spot. This usually drives her crazy and it wasn’t long before she started to come. As soon as I felt her cunt start to contract round my cock I pushed in deeper, harder and faster and a second, stronger orgasm followed quickly. And then, basically, I fucked her as hard and fast as I possibly could and she was coming over and over and over again.

Then I stood up and got her to suck my cock again. This time it was slick with her cunt juice and with the lubrication she can usually take it in a little further than normal. And for me it’s an added turn-on that she is tasting herself while she’s sucking me.

Next I got her to kneel on all fours on the floor. I propped a mirror up against the wall in front of her (we keep one in a cupboard for such occasions) and proceeded to fuck her doggy style, watching her 36DD tits sway and jiggle in the mirror as we fucked. Again it was fast and furious fucking and her back was soon arching as she came. The point of the mirror is as much to see her face when she comes as it is to watch her tits sway.

Then I got her to roll over on her back and we fucked missionary style on the floor. Again, this was no gentle love-making. This was intense, urgent, animalistic fucking-each-others-brains-out fucking.

By this time we had about 15 minutes or so before Daughter would be home from school so I decided to hasten things along a bit. I got her to sit on the edge of the sofa and suck my cock again, then I got her to finger her clit while I masturbated in front of her face. As she got closer to orgasm so did I. I could feel myself nearly there but managed to hold on until she started to come, then I could finally let myself go. She took my cock in her mouth just before I came and slurped down every last drop, sucking me dry. My orgasm was so intense it was all I could do to stay standing.

Finally, we went upstairs to bed to have an all too brief (but very nice) snuggle time before Daughter got home.

Of course, back in 1977 we would never have imagined that we would still be together thirty years later. And we certainly wouldn’t have guessed that thirty years on we’d have been sitting in the same restaurant playing with a remote control vibrator, and fucking each other’s brains out on the living room floor.

I wonder how we’ll celebrate thirty years from now?

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