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I recently sent Thirty (at her request I hasten to add) photos like the following.

These photos obviously caught Thirty's imagination,

since a few days later I received a phone call in work

"I just went out and bought the largest cucumber I could find.
Its huge.
Mmmm, I just love the texture.
And I've got your new camcorder as well.
So I'll see you later eh?"

The end result was a lovely erotic video.
My darling Thirty talking me through her cucumber session,
describing the sensations as it slid in.
Then the orgasms took over.

Flames : No smoke without fire

Thirty's been discovering that her sexual interests are expanding as she matures.


The following images received from yours truly have been feeding her daydream fantasies recently.

"I love those photos. Do you think I'm developing lesbian tendencies?" she asked.

"Mmm, I do hope so. I can just imagine you and Madame P."

Madame P is Thirty's masseuse (Thirty's into Indian massage, meditation ..).

Their sessions, although perfectly professional, just fuel my own typical-male fantasies.

Lets face it - this is what happens -Thirty in a g-string, covered in oil, being massaged sensually by another woman.

And then Thirty dropped the bombshell :

"Oh, during our last session, I told Mde P about these images you were sending me.

And then she admitted to having some wild fantasies herself at the moment."

"While she was massaging your naked body! Well, did you ask what fantasies?"

"Non."

"Well, perhaps she was dropping hints. Perhaps they were about you?"

A long thoughtful silence followed ..

Keeping the flame alight

After nearly fifteen years together one could expect, well, that our sex-life becomes routine.
Keeping the flame well and truly alight is one of my favorite hobbies.
Its become a sort of challenge (in a positive sense).

At this point in life (40 :-), I suddenly find couples breaking up - the husband invariably looking elsewhere. I've turned my own demons back on themselves .. and look for all the excitation I need, chez moi, with my wife. Ok, so at times, as Thirty tells me, there can such a thing as too much sex .. when the pussy aches its time to stop for 24 hours ...

Anyhow, the latest game has been setting Thirty alight for weeks. Every morning she receives an email detailing the erotic adventures of bored suburban housewifes, complete with the hottest images I can find. Knowing how Thirty works, these emails niggle into her pysche, making her horny all day...

I received an SMS in work the other day
"I've been worked over by the small, medium and large toys. Bliss"

The morning after

Here I am writing in front of my computer,
body aching all over, and a contented smile on my face.

I knew I was in for an interesting evening,
given Thirty's state of arousal during the day.
She wasn't long in making her intentions clear.
Thirty climbed into bed and got on all fours,
her pussy open and glistening.

Thirty's often commented that her pussy,
at times, has a mind of its own.
Tonight, it was blatantly clear,
the pussy was running the show.

Sex Kitten left a pertinent comment recently,
"Don't you just love a horny woman?"
Oh God, yes !

I plunged in, eating her pussy noisily and greedily.
Thirty pushed back, grinding herself on my face.

It was obvious she hungered for satisfaction tonight.
To be taken that bit higher.

And why not? After all, it was my fault if she was in this state
(that will be the topic of the next article).

I pulled back, and spread her bum cheeks wide.
Thirty moaned - the thought of her pussy being exposed so
always makes her hot.
Then, I slid a vibrator deep inside.
It hummed away, as I admired the view.
I delved back in, and before long she climaxed.

Normally, Thirty can only take one oral orgasm,
her clit becoming too sensitive.
But tonight, I decided she should suffer.
She fell to her side, and we slid effortlessly into a 69,
my tongue deep inside - the second orgasm soon to follow.

The sex that followed was intense.
The gods looked down upon us favourably,
and gave me the self control to

fuck until utter exhaustion overtook Thirty.

Thirty grimaced as the orgasms hit her,
and murmured a gentle and sincere "oh yes" as
one orgasm subsided and a second rushed to take its place.

It finished memorably, with an exhausted Thirty protesting "no more".
I positioned her above me, sitting on my cock.
I raised her arse with my hands,
and fucked that beautiful woman one more time.

A final orgasm was squeezed from her exhausted body.
We collaapsed in a heap, and Thirty whispered
"After all these years .. it just gets better"

Spring is here

Spring time is here and it seems to be having its usual effect.
All of our kids were conceived during this period of the year.
So, not surprisingly, we've been making love for the last 4 weeks
like its going out of fashion.

Thirty came downstairs this morning and called me over.
She opened her dressing gown, and pulled her knickers down.
"Look at this!" she said.


Her knickers were soaking wet.
"My God, I am so horny" she giggled.

Then this afternoon.
Thirty came downstairs again (after an afternoon nap), all rosy cheeked.
She explained all, "I dreamt I was playing with myself, and literally orgasmed in my sleep!"

Tonight should be fun, once the kids are in bed :-)