Bridge Memories

We had allowed ourselves to get into this rut. Sixteen years of oneness had slowly but steadily turned into “two-ness”. I don’t know how it happened. In the beginning, she had unexpectedly surprised me with this game she enjoyed playing with me when I was driving us somewhere. Every time we would drive over a bridge, she would unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants and tease my cock. If it were a long bridge, she’d even suck me. Her eyes were facing down, so I’d have to tell her when we had finished crossing. She didn’t care if I drove slowly. I truly believe she enjoyed teasing me even more than I enjoyed being tortured.  Slowly I would pump her determined mouth, looking down and watching, while trying to keep my eyes on the road. Her tongue and lips were extraordinarily talented. But it was her desire to please me that made me feel so one with her. Those were the good ole days, long since gone. No longer did I drive out of my way to take the route with bridges. It didn’t matter now.

Arriving home early from the office this afternoon, I was hoping to catch her. Stepping in from the garage I called out, “Baby, are you here?”… Silence. It was overly optimistic to think she might be home. By being the primary breadwinner, I thought she would love me more. That had backfired. I was absent way too much. There was no reason for her to come home early. In my heart, I knew she desired what we used to have. To be honest, I had dropped the ball, failing to love her sacrificially. Putting myself first too many times had taken its toll on our oneness. We had become like unfamiliar roommates. We were two now.

I was determined to do something about it. Looking down, I noticed one of her thongs on the floor of the hallway. I must have dropped them while carrying our dirty clothes to the laundry room this morning. The laundry was something I had been trying to do regularly for some time now. Picking them up, I recognized they were her silky sky-blue ones with the lacey edges. I had given them to her recently for her birthday. She was especially gorgeous in these. They highlighted her curvaceous ass. She seemed to be wearing them more often these days. When she wore them, it made me want to devour her. I suspect she knew this. Turning my head left, then right, just to make sure no one was watching, I inhaled her scent. Immediately I was aroused. Oh, how I loved her pungent fragrance. Spreading my stance into a weightlifter’s power position, I inhaled deeply again. Don’t misunderstand me. I go to the gym, but I’m not one of those big dogs. Still, her scent made me feel like I could lift anything. Forgetting the laundry, I made my way to our shower. Adjusting the temperature to a stimulating hotness, I stepped in, still with her thong panties in my hand. Sniiiiiiiffffff.   Every whiff of her bouquet made my cock pulse. The conditioner in my palm had become a substitute for her love vault. Closing my eyes and inhaling, while slowly pumping my firm grip, made me remember all those bridges. I intentionally stopped before exploding, longing to be close to her heart and body again soon.

Quickly I finished the laundry. Hastily I picked up the living area clutter we had both ignored for weeks. Now for dinner. Neither of us would call me a chef. Her favorite pizza was veggie, and I could do that. Time was of the essence. I guess I had enjoyed reminiscing in the shower longer than usual. That was another thing that was going to have to change – enjoying myself without her. Sure it was expedient, but in no way was it going to progress us from two to one. My head was spinning. There were so many things to think about. I downloaded “Bridges of Madison County” and had it ready to start playing automatically on all our screens at 9 PM. I didn’t remember what the movie was about but recalled it had something to do with romance and bridges. It was a long shot. It wouldn’t matter where she was. I would just have to be in the same room she was in at 9 PM. As usual, she was late again. But this evening things were going to be different… maybe… hopefully.

The door opened. She was talking on her cellphone as usual. “What’s that I smell Darling?” She seemed more into whomever she was talking to than the dinner I was preparing for us. Plus she appeared exhausted. We had let that creep into our marriage too. The home had become an escape from the world, rather than a haven of renewal. Even exhausted, her well-proportioned legs aroused me. I quickly adjusted my semi-erection, forgetting to wash my hands again, as I continued creating our pizza.

Mustering my most authentic smile, I began, “I thought you’d like your favorite tonight Baby”. Even now the remembrance of her aromatic aromas was eclipsing the smell of the pizza beginning to bake.

Her eyes examined me, quickly scanning the counter-tops. “It’s been a long time since you made us anything in the kitchen.”

Gathering my confidence and looking her squarely in the eyes I voiced, “I’m capable of oh so much more than just earning us a living Babe.”

“Uh huh, so you’ve said.”

I guess it was going to take more than laundry and pizza to make her act on any remaining desire I knew existed deep in her heart. Taking a deep breath, I just continued serving her in anyway I could without being too obvious. She had had a long day. I could rub her feet. She always let me do that. You could tell she genuinely appreciated being served in ways I had long since neglected.

After showering, I retired to our bedroom, with her following suit shortly after me. It was early, about 8 PM. Then I just waited. The TV was on quietly in the background just as I suspected it would be. For some reason, she enjoyed the background noise as she texted back and forth to her girlfriends. At 9 PM the Bridges movie began playing, as planned. At first, she didn’t even notice. Then slowly she began to glance up at the screen. I kept still on the bed, about a foot away from her. She had no idea I was fully awake. My eyes were just barely open so that I could see her reactions. My penis was hard thinking of all those bridges in our early years. Placing her phone down on the stand next to our bed, she began to pay more attention to the movie. I could see her lips make soft movements around her tongue as she quietly slid her tongue in and out between her feminine lips. She glanced over at me to make sure I wasn’t watching her. Momentarily I held my breath. Then inhaling deeply, I moved a little closer to her where I could see her face clearly through my almost closed eyelids.   She was fully into the movie now. I could sense her arching her back a little as she touched her long neglected breasts. I wanted to look at her fondling herself but knew if I did, she would stop.

Then it began. Just like I hoped it would. With her index and middle fingers of her left hand, she first touched her lips. Her tongue began to lightly tease her stiffening fingers.   My penis was rock hard and pulsing. I could have opened my eyes fully now, and she would have never noticed.  She kept her two fingers erect and still as she wrapped her lips around them, sucking them in deep. Moving her face all the way down to where her two fingers meet her palm, the sides of her cheeks drew in deeply. You could tell she was using her tongue and lips to work her fingers over lovingly.

It was now or never. Go for being one, or be satisfied being two. I inhaled and spoke softly, yet resolutely. “Why just have two fingers when you can have the real thing?” Her eyes glanced over at me. Our eyes were locked. We both knew what we were remembering. I slowly slid the sheets down revealing my rock hard cock to her. The back of my two index and middle fingers framed my needing nuts lifting them to show her their fullness. My thumbs pushed the base of my erection pointing it high. Her eyes locked on my steel shaft. Moving it slowly down and up, and left to right, I presented it to her. Somehow with my legs, I managed to pull my body over hers while not moving my hands from my needing cock. Her eyes were fixated on the beauty of a man in heat. Slowly yet deliberately, I placed my feet on the floor near the head of our bed on her side. Spreading my stance into my weightlifter’s power position, I offered her the real thing. Without hesitation, she moved her hands to my firm buttocks. Usually, she looks up at me with adoration, but we had both neglected our mutual needs for so long. Her eyes didn’t move from my rigid shaft. Her lips parted. Knowing we both needed this special time together, we began. She likes it when I hold her head still and use her mouth for my pleasure as a man. She kept still as I pushed in slightly.   Her lips parted easily. Ohhhh, it felt good – to be so exposed and vulnerable like this with her again. Slowly I pushed in – then slowly I pulled out, repeatedly, over and over, never removing my tip from inside her lips. We are beautiful together like this. Both were giving and receiving like its supposed to be. Both her middle fingers moved to my most private area, where so many of my pleasure nerves come together. It’s a real treat when she teases me that way – All the while sucking me. Gulping while trying to last, I asked her, “Do you want to feel the power you create in me?” She nodded slightly affirmatively, too occupied to speak. She loves it when I use her mouth for my pleasure as a man. Arcing my pelvis forward while holding her head firmly with both my hands, I immediately exploded. Reflexively I oscillated her head firmly up and down over my exploding cock.   Panting, and looking down it appeared she was enjoying it even more than me! Finally, we finished. I held her head close, stroking her hair, while she cleaned my penis lovingly. Between gasps, I managed to utter quietly, “Oh Baby, I love you so much.” It was the beginning of one again.

Without hesitation, she moved her hands to my firm buttocks. Usually, she looks up at me with adoration, but we had both neglected our mutual needs for so long. Her eyes didn’t move from my rigid shaft. Her lips parted. Knowing we both needed this special time together, we began. She likes it when I hold her head still and use her mouth for my pleasure as a man. She kept still as I pushed in slightly.   Her lips parted easily. Ohhhh, it felt good – to be so exposed and vulnerable like this with her again. Slowly I pushed in – then slowly I pulled out, repeatedly, over and over, never removing my tip from inside her lips. We are beautiful together like this.