My wife and I (both 40) are in an uncertain point in our marriage. It's complicated.

However, we are in a sort sexual renaissance. Or it's a Cambrian explosion? Whatever it is, it's whimperingly good and it's definitely keeping me excited and sane.

Spoiler: it's still very vanilla

Yesterday we were lazing in bed and I was holding her thighs. Usually that's a good way for me to escalate - if she's not in the mood for overtly sexual stuff she'll not let me progress to touching her inner thighs or where the thighs meet her butt. If she's nearly in the mood, touching around and near her inner thigh will slowly bring her boiler up to working temperature.

I worked my hand up her thighs, my finger gradually disappearing up into her loose shorts. In short order I felt her fuzzy pubic hair, and reached to caress her lips. By now I was spooning her, one hand over her chest and one hand going into her pants up the right leg. I didn't really register how much easier it was to massage her pussy this time around, I just went for it. She pushed harder into me and moaned a bit, and that lit a fuse in me.

I worked my way around her front, dived into her crotch and inhaled her smell while kissing her through her shorts. When I pulled her shorts down, there were no panties under. Pretty sure it happened because there were no clean underwear in the bedroom and she just wanted to nap without bothering about underwear right then. But man that was so fun. I imagine it would have been a real treat to undress your woman after a date night out to find no panties - that would get anyone's motor really going.

I gave her pussy some kisses and preliminary licks, while my hand reached under her shirt to rub her nipples. She gasped a little and moaned. I told her to take her shirt off, and she gradually pulled her shirt up. I, on the other hand, pulled off my shorts and briefs in one fluid motion, and yanked off my t shirt in a trice. I was naked before she had her t shirt past her head, so she was trapped by her t shirt over her head and her hands up. I dived in, and kissed her pussy and started licking her body as i crawled upwards, along her bush, stomach, underboob, nipple, clavicle, neck, upper arm all the while dragging my own naked body against hers.

I think we both melted a bit. This worship-like thing is pretty darn erotic. We continued along like this for a fair bit, cuddling in different positions for various skin-to-skin sensations and hands all over each other. I'll spare you the repetitive writing, but sufficed to say it was great. A few times I teased my penis on her lips, or slid the head in just enough for both of us to feel it and anticipate further, and either held it there or bent down to suck her nipples while my tip was inside.

I tried to help her rub one out with my penis inside her. The last time we did it to great success, so again I spooned her and rubber her clit. After a while I entered her from behind and just stayed inside while rubbing her clit and caressing/flicking her nipples. It didn't go so great this time around, so instead i went back to kissing her everywhere as I tried different things.

I ended up propped on top of her with my lips over a nipple while my hand reached down to rub her clit with my thumb. In a while, I had synchronized by oscillating thumb and my flapping tongue, and her breathing became more and more ragged. She asked me to slow down, and I gladly did it to prolong her pleasure and moaning. Gradually, her pleasure built up again and finally she came with a few big gasps and spasm of her abs.

I disengaged and started to go down on her, fully intending to bury my face in that freshly-came smell (I'm not sure if there's a different smell, tbh). She pulled me back up and into her crotch, opened her legs wide. Clearly, she wanted it now. So we went to town, doing it slow and playing with the tip only, and then lengthening my strokes further and further. She used her hands to push my back in, whispering in her delicious sex-voice, "harder, harder."

And so I went harder and harder, till i was approaching the great precipice of my own orgasm. And then I was upon the edge staring into the abyss of infinite pleasure, my wife moaning with my thrusts and pulling my hips into her own to maximise the plunge, her legs opened as wide and knees bent to optimise the fucking, her face a mask pleasure and concentration.