I’m fifty-four. Well, I will be in a couple of months. I got married at twenty-five, right after I got my first job, because I couldn’t wait to get out of my parents’ house.

For the first few years, my husband and I were busy with our jobs and an intense social life. Then, we decided to add a little human being to our couple and start a family. After that, we realized that the first human being came out pretty well and we decided to add another little human being, and also this one came out pretty well. We were the first couple in our circle of friends to have children and this gave us some popularity, and lots of gifts too.

We didn’t have much help from our families, as we lived far away, so we were pretty busy taking care of our little human beings. I opted for a part-time job, and this prevented me from any hope of a career, but I didn’t mind, as my glory was seeing those little human beings growing into the great young adults they are now. Nothing would have given me the same joy, but at the same time, I had to deal with some headaches, especially when they were teenagers.

After years dedicated to my family, when I turned fifty, I realized that my children were grown up and didn’t need me as much anymore. The other thing I realized was that I lost control of my body and it became ugly and flabby, so much that I couldn't really look at myself and I hid my body under large clothes. I couldn’t continue like that, not only for my health, but also for my mood and mental health.

So, I rolled up my sleeves and started hitting the lap pool. I didn’t hope to become a cover girl, and I didn’t want that as I figured that I really love my curves, my hour-glass body shape. My purpose was to feel better, both physically and mentally, and I achieved the goal. Every morning I get up at five o'clock and go swimming for an hour. The result is that my body is not as flabby anymore and it makes me feel great. The other bright side was that some of the pool patrons and lifeguards were looking at me, women with the hope to be as good, men with desire. If I had my eyeglasses on, I probably could see some of them drooling.

I was feeling so good that the day that my second child left the nest, I went to the Victoria’s Secret store that is right beside my office and bought a nice lingerie set, bra, thong, and chemise, all blue in lace and satin. I also bought a KY lubricant because I knew it would help me.

That night when I got home, my husband was at the gym, so I took a shower, spread honey lotion all over my body, and put the nice set on. The feeling of lace and satin on my skin was extremely arousing.

I lay on the bed waiting for my husband to come home. While waiting, I played a little bit with my new vibrator, just to keep me on game.

I heard the garage door opening and closing, so I turned off my toy and lay on my side with my butt facing the door, the chemise a little bit up on my hip, my eyes closed. I heard him going into the shower, and when he entered the bedroom and turned the light on, I heard him sighing and holding his breath.

Goal achieved, well done, I said to myself.

He turned off the light and opted for the more intimate one on the nightstand.

I felt the mattress sinking behind me and then his fingers gently touching my calf and up to my thigh, to the crease where my thigh meets my butt cheek, a very arousing spot. He pulled up the chemise a little bit more and bent to kiss my skin there.

At that point, my heart was racing and between my legs, I started feeling a little tingling.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered in between kisses. Then, he gently pushed me to lay on my stomach and went to kiss me on that little spot he knew would get me goosebumps right behind my neck below the hairline.

After a few minutes there (or hours, I couldn’t tell), he opened my legs, knelt between them, and pulled the chemise up to the middle of my back.

“The view from here is stunning. All this swimming is doing great on your ass,” my husband said in a husky voice.

I didn’t reply, I couldn't think of a reply. Plus I didn’t think my backside was even a little interesting, so to not ruin the moment, I just moaned.

He started massaging my butt cheeks. Well, it was more of a kneading than a massaging, and I loved that. The effects of that kneading were incredible. My brain shut down and I let myself enjoy the moment. It had been at least twenty years since the last time we took time for some hot and steamy foreplay. With the kids around, we usually just seized the moment, afraid to get caught. Now, we could finally play with each other’s bodies and make noise.

To be honest, now that I think about it, I don’t remember my husband ever being so dedicated to foreplay.

My husband bent down to kiss my cheeks leaving some love bites. I was so aroused by all this new touching and kissing that I opened my legs more, hoping to entice him.

“No rush, love. We now have all the time. I want to enjoy your firm body and this fabulous ass.”

I let him do it and just moaned in appreciation.

When I pushed my butt up, he took advantage and slipped a hand to rub my belly. Then, he moved his hand down and reached my pussy.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “so hot. I like your new thong, but it’s in the way,” he said, pulling down my thong.

The cool air caressing my hot pussy had a strange effect on me and I almost came.

“As much as I like your backside, I need to play with your breasts now. Please, turn,” he whispered.

I’m a girl with pretty big breasts who loves being touched, so I obeyed his request and turned.

He pulled the chemise up to my neck and admired my breasts.

“I love your purchase and the color is perfect on you,” he said, kissing my cleavage and unclasping the bra from its front clasp, “but without it, it’s even better.”

He began drawing a wet path with his tongue until he reached the first nipple and sucked it, gently at first, and more passionately after a moment. Then, he moved to the other nipple and gave it the same devotion.

I was dying at that point, ready to explode, and the more devotion he gave me, the more I didn’t want for that to end. I knew that that was going to be the biggest orgasm of my entire life and I was ok with that.

With one hand he stroked my breast, then moved that hand down until he reached my red-haired mound. He played for a moment with the hair, then spread apart my pussy lips and slid his finger between them, up and down a few times before pushing that finger inside my pussy.

“Oh my,” I sighed.

Then, he added a second finger.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I sighed.

There’s nothing that excites me more than the sensation of fingers inside my pussy.

It was when he started tracing a wet path down toward my belly button, and then down toward my mound, that I knew I couldn’t hold much longer. He pushed my legs wide open with his shoulders, and his mouth joined his fingers, taking my breath away.

I grabbed the worshiping head of the bed, sank my heels into the mattress, and arched my back, rocking my hips toward my husband’s face. I didn’t realize it, but afterward, he said that at that point I closed my thighs, blocking his head between them. He said that it was very erotic, and he had to distract himself or he would have lost it.

I came, crying out his name and the name of God. It was so liberating making noise for once.

He let me subside a moment before moving up. On his way up, he left some kisses here and there. When he reached my mouth, I devoured him, lured by the smell and flavor of my own juices.

I grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand because I knew that, despite the foreplay, I would have some dryness issues. I spread some lubricant on his cock while he did the same on my pussy, then he gently pushed his cock inside me.

Oh my, the feeling of his cock inside me after the mind-blowing orgasm I just had was amazing. I wanted that to last forever. That little pain when he stretched my pussy, and the feeling of his big cock invading my core, was the best feeling ever. I realized that never before had I enjoyed our lovemaking so much. It was like it was the first time. The first of many.

Once he was inside, he quickly said, “Sorry, this will be fast.”

I giggled, and then he started pushing hard, as if taken by madness. I liked that so much, feeling him pushing hard, almost hurting me. Knowing it was because of me, was amazing.

When I heard him groaning and then holding his breath and pushing deeper, I came with him, caught by the pleasure of this new intimacy.

That was just the beginning of our new married life, and we both realized that we had to go through everything we had gone through in our life to get there.

On March twenty-first, one year after that night, we renewed our vows. Not in front of a priest and family, but just us, in a cabin we rented in the Smoky Mountains National Park, far away from any sign of civilization, where we could cry out our love for each other and our passion. We did that several times in different positions, covering every corner of the cabin. We didn’t even bother to get dressed in those three days.

Who says that at a certain age you’re old and tired and the sex drive tends to vanish? We feel even younger now than when we were young.