sun bathing, deep throating

This afternoon I took a shower and then lay naked on the bed. The way the afternoon light in winter enters the bedroom, I can take a sun bath. I lay on my back and opened my legs so the sun could shine onto my cunt. I daydreamed and relaxed. I looked at my breasts, belly, and arms in the light.

I felt happy and drunk on the sunlight. My cunt glowed with heat, and my eyes were half-open. I saw prism-rainbows on my eyelashes, and the warmth of my cunt went beyond warmth and became pleasure.

I reached my hand between my legs to feel the heat. The outer lips of my cunt felt so alive to my touch. I thought, I should become a nudist, because it felt so good--I wanted to feel the sun on my private places every day.

In this way, I thought about my husband. We're planning to take some new nude pictures of one another, and this light will be just perfect. I remembered the last time we had sex, two nights ago, and it was like this.

We were cuddling and close. It was night, and we were in bed. I went down on him. I sucked his dick, and it seemed my destiny, to suck his dick indefinitely. I felt that I existed to suck his dick.

So I had him in my mouth, and I took him as deep as I can. He was going down my throat, and I felt so close to him--I had never felt so close to him. I kept him deep inside of me, and I fucked him with my throat.

His cock was coated with the super-slick, thicker spit that's only in the back of my throat. I made him go from deep in my throat to even deeper. I opened myself to let him in. His cock was slick and felt vibrant.

He groaned and gasped. I wondered how long I could do this. I rubbed my clit with my right hand and kept myself at the edge of coming. I licked the underside of his cock and listened to him. I heard him carefully. I would bring myself to the edge of coming and back off, bring myself to the edge again.

I imagined his cock as I went down on him. I forced him deeper down my throat and tried to understand how close to coming he was. I tried to take on his feelings while keeping mine too.

After a certain amount of time, I was feeling greedy. I didn't think I could take any more of this, and I found myself gagging on his cock. Little tears were at the corners of my eyes. I made him leave my mouth and throat. I jacked him off with the thick slickness that coated his cock. Would I make him come?

No, he didn't want to come then, or I wasn't doing it right, and instead he reached his hand to my cunt. He fingered me gingerly and intently for just seconds, until I was right on the edge and over it, crying out and bucking. The satisfaction flowed through my body.

He still needed to come. He lay on his back, and I showed my breasts to him while he jacked off. I felt loved to see the look of admiration on his face. After so many years, he still finds me fascinating to look at.

When he was close, I insisted on being the one with agency and grabbed his cock, pumped it hard and fast, and heard his cries while I watched the white liquid spurt onto his abdomen over and over again. The come was all over his dick and very much a mess.

I looked at his face and appreciated his beauty as he recovered himself. We held one another for a long time, and I told him how when his cock was far down my throat for so long, I had never felt so close to him. He didn't seem to understand or fully appreciate my words. But I didn't care, because what I felt was real.