Closing her eyes George revelled in the wave of bliss flowing over her. She had forgotten just how expertly John could employ his hands. It had been a long time since she had felt John's particularly magnificent brand of neck rub, but there was no doubt that she had needed it. The accumulated stress of the week and turning another year older had manifested itself in insatiably tight shoulders but now that little problem had been taken care of she could focus on having a lovely evening. Moving from her seat on the sofa George poured both of them a nice large drink.
"Here we go," she said passing the drink over the high back of the sofa before moving round to join John. Sitting facing him George stared straight into John's gorgeous eyes and it was all she could do to restrain herself from launching herself at him. This act of restraint was made all the harder the moment John opened his mouth,
"I propose a toast to a beautiful..." with every word the sexual tension rose
"sexy..." George could feel his voice starting to work its magic on her
"intelligent..." It was almost impossible for her to stop herself
"unbelievable woman who captures my breath the same way she did when I met her all those years ago." By this point both John and George knew what they wanted. Taking George's glass and placing it on the table with his own, John caressed George's cheek before initiating a mind-blowing kiss. In all their years apart neither one of them had ever experienced the chemistry they shared with anyone else, but as soon as they were back together again it was amazing. There was no learning needed, no acclimatizing, the second their lips touched they were back on familiar ground. George remembered the way John bit her lip and the way he liked her to run her hands through his hair. Breaking apart and resurfacing George looked into John's eyes, her gaze smouldering. Chewing the corner of her lip she asked the question that was hanging over them
"Bedroom?" The response wasn't verbal but was never the less emphatic. Taking John's hand George led him through to her decadently decorated boudoir. George's decorational taste had certainly not changed and John wondered whether this was a sign that other rather important tastes had remained.
The clothes were quickly discarded as the kisses became more frenzied. It wasn't long before George lay on the bed clad purely in her lace underwear as she was kissed from head to toe and it wasn't long after that moment that John had rid George of the lacy thong that had separated him from his goal. His tongue sent ripples of gratification through George as she lay back clutching the sheets. Closing her eyes she moaned a deep, husky groan of pleasure as John tipped her over the edge into the throes of ecstasy. Moving his attention up George's body John returned to his previous activity of kissing George's beautiful full lips.
"Darling I think that it's your turn now..."said George with a huge smile on her face. Turning John on to his back George started the descent. His neck, his thighs, his chest all served as landing places for George's soft kisses before she started one of John's favourite acts. Licking her lips she slipped them over John's rather well-endowed member and commenced to pleasure him with skill that he had never encountered before or after their marriage...
Many hours later as they lay spent and exhausted, George lay with her head on John's strong masculine chest and heaved a huge sigh of relief,
"I honestly never felt that I could possibly ever feel like this again, but here I am, and it's all because of you..."
"I do try my best..." Running his hands through George's hair it wasn't long before they both slipped into simple uncomplicated sleep.