You and I

open relationships

Frida was lying naked on her stomach, her arms supporting her head, while Benny was giving a few kisses on her back, they had just made love and it felt phenomenal. He placed his hand on her lower back almost on her butt and then began to lightly bite her shoulder, admiring her perfect body and her tan. "We have to get back to the beach," he commented, his index finger tracing the lines of the swimsuit on her skin.

"Why? I mean, it doesn't sound like a bad plan, but why?" She then chose to turn around to look at him.

Benny took advantage and followed the path with his fingers on to her breasts, playing with the difference in shades. "The lines of the swimsuit need to be corrected," he expressed and moved a little closer to her placing a kiss on her breast.

Frida rolled her eyes and put her hands covering her chest. "I'm not getting any younger Benny," she complained. "I can't walk on the beach with my tits sticking out anymore, nor with the miniature bikini I could once wear," she added.

"Why not?" He asked kissing her neck. "For me is the same. Your body hasn't changed that much," he assured her.

"Oh you say," she laughed and tossed him a pillow sitting on the bed. "You know that's not true," she then got up grabbing her robe that was lying on the floor. "My breasts go down, like the rest of my body," she added.

"And I don't give a damn about that," he quickly replied and also got up from the bed to look for his underwear. "The more the years go by, the sexier you are to me," he looked at her and they both smiled. They returned to the bed and she took his face in her hands, then kissed him. "Second round?" he tempted.

"No..." she released him. "Benny," she sighed and they both stared at each other. "What do you think our marriage needs to survive?" she asked him.

Benny's face went from light to rigid in a matter of seconds, her question disconcerting him. "Absolutely nothing. The only thing our marriage needs is for us to stay together and love each other," he replied.

Frida sighed. "I need to have this conversation, seriously..." she frowned at his response, she hated that Benny always romanticized everything.

"I meant it, Frida," he replied. "I don't know what your question is about, I thought everything was fine between us, what do you need from us?" He questioned her.

"I don't lack anything but I'm afraid that you do," she pursed her lips. "A threesome?" She paused and stared at him. "A baby?"

"I don't need a threesome," he fixed his gaze on her trying to digest the last part, without committing any indiscretion. "For me there is no more kinky fantasy than having only you in my bed," he confirmed climbing on top of her and bringing his mouth to hers, caressing her lips and lubricating them with saliva. It felt like they were hugging, he inserted his tongue into her for more pleasure. Frida hugged him, pressing him against her and feeling how with each passing second he was running out of breath, she felt too good despite her discomfort.

Frida broke the kiss looking for air. "Okay, I get it," she teased, closing her eyes and trying to breathe.

"In case it wasn't clear to you," he returned to his bedside and got under the covers.

Frida sighed and pulled the sheets tight, also covering herself. "But you didn't answer me the second one," she commented somewhat shyly, still not looking at him.

"Aren't we too old for that already?" He looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes. "Not long ago you were talking about how old we are."

"Well, my biological clock is already ticking down, but how many women my age have been pregnant?" She explained.