I had sex with my wife last night. In and of itself, that’s not very interesting to anyone but me, and maybe her. It was a busy day with church in the morning, a quick lunch, and then a drive down to my In-law’s house for lunch with my wife’s family.
There are 3 kids total on her side, 6 on mine, but since I’m not from around here I only have to deal with mine twice a year. Once for the annual gathering somewhere that involves camping and once at Christmas on a rotation system slightly more complicated than a lunar landing. It all revolves around school holiday’s, drama, swim team, dance team, Christmas league basketball (yes, it exists, and yes, it’s awful), and my favorite, 2nd semester registration day. I’m the furthest away from the clan/cult, so no one visits me. While it’s expense to go somewhere every year, it’s great to never be the host.
Her family’s OK, I guess. We argue politics; we goad each other into rhetorical corners, and eat a lot of lasagna. I guess it’s not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon. My favorite part is playing with the kids in the yard (9 total) and ogling my niece, who is, thank goodness, almost 18, and my sister-in-law (5’11”, blonde, slim, great rack, and lots of money for really cute lingerie).
My niece dresses like a whore because her mom is one. Kiki, the niece, showed up in what was basically three layers of lingerie that barely kept her boobs in, and a her “dress” the outer layer, covered her shapely ass with about an inch to spare. The sister-in-law, (Elsi) was in her typical WASP outfit, $150 jeans, shoes that looked fabulous, and a tight Gucci tank top and a light cashmere sweater. Her thong panties were extremely small and had a jewel where they descended between her cheeks, and her bra matched.
I know this intimate information because she and I have an agreement, she tells me what lingerie she is wearing every time we get together (with visual proof), and I don’t tell her husband, my wife’s brother, about “indiscretion” with my college roommate’s sister. It was years ago, and I’d probably never squeal on her, but I think she likes showing me her thong and bending over so I can see her bra. It’s our little game, and it keeps us both a bit hot-and-bothered when the family is together.
It was after a long afternoon and dinner clean up that we popped in the car for the drive home. The kids fell asleep almost immediately so we were able to talk a little on the way home. Most of the discussion centered on re-doing the back yard and before I knew it, we were pulling in to the driveway.
She complained about how much work she had to do and I told her to do it later. She asked me to turn on the computer so she could check her e-mail and I told her that there wasn’t anything she needed to respond to at 11:30 at night.
What is up with you? She asked
I want to have sex, so let’s get to bed.
OK then, she said, and we put our leftovers in the fridge, tucked the kids in to their beds, and shut down the house. All I had to do was pack my gym bad and pick out my clothes to be ready for today at the office.
When I returned to the bedroom she was in her bra and panties and I asked her if she wanted any foreplay.
“Not so much.”
I stripped down and crawled in to bed. The prospect of a quickie before bed and the image of Elsi’s thong splitting her cheeks and cradling her shaved pussy gave me an erection at once. I love being hard, I
love getting hard. I love it all.
“Wow, you are ready quick.”
“I love this bra.” I said, as I hooked my finger under the cup and played with her nipple.
She snuggled in to my arm and her breathing dropped in to a cadence that mean she was about to fall asleep. I kissed her to wake her up, and finished undressing her as I kissed my way over her breasts and down her stomach. I pulled her panties down and she spread her legs for me. She twisted to the left and reached in to our nightstand to get the lube. She rubbed some on me, and then squirted out a little more and rubbed it in to her open lips.
“I love it when you do that.”
Put on the lube. It feels good.
You mean, like this? She put some more on me, rubbing the KY up and down my shaft.
You need to do that more often.
I want more hand jobs.
And more blowjobs. Just simple orgasms.
Why? She asked as she guided my cock into her body.
Because I don’t want to bother you with full-on sex every time. I want more orgasms, and you want more sleep. So thought it would work for both of us.
Really. You thought that. Doesn’t it seem a bit selfish?
Not at all. You get off the hook for sex when you are tired, and I keep my promise not to masturbate without you. I get my orgasms, you get your sleep. It’s win-win.
Win-win? I could tell she was skeptical of my reasoning. But don’t you think that it’s immature to ask for something like that?
To ask for what? An orgasm from my wife? I like hand jobs, I loooooove blowjobs, and you don’t need sex as much as I do, so I’m giving you a way out.
But don’t you think that is’ just juvenile to want to do it that way? I like it when we are together.
I know, but we are ‘together’ only 2-3 times a month.
Well, so, that’s not enough for me. I want more orgasms. More often. And, I like getting them in different ways. I love having sex, but it doesn’t have to be intercourse every time.
But isn’t it more meaningful when we do it together?
Yes, but sex doesn’t have to be meaningful every time. Sometimes I just want to cum, and be done.
Her hips were s starting to quicken their pace and my cock was wet and slippery inside her. I asked her if she wanted to get out “the King,” to help her finish. We rolled over, putting her on top, and kept kissing as I slipped in and out of her.
I don’t need it tonight.
But you are going to want it in about 5 minutes
See, it’s ok, if I don’t finish (she hates saying “cum” or “orgasm”)
But you are going to want to, so just get it.
She leaned forward and reached the bottom drawer of the end table, placing her left nipple at my mouth. I took it hungrily and sucked as I picked up my pace. With her leaning forward, her weight off me, I had a fuller range of motion, a longer stroke, and I felt the sensation of coming out and then penetrating her pussy with each stroke. It’s a feeling she likes as well, so she rested on her elbows and stayed in that position.
Her full breasts covered my face, her erect nipple tasted sweet in my mouth, and I began pumping harder, my orgasm now inevitable. I didn’t hold back, and she didn’t seem to mind. I pounded hard and grabbed the back of my neck for leverage. My right hand roughly caressed her breast, and I pushed her upright so her full weight drove my cock deeper into her pussy with each bounce.
I lasted in this state for 30 seconds or longer before my orgasm hit. It was a good one and I continued pumping for a long while. As soon as I released her, she slid the switch on the King with her thumb and pressed the head of the vibrator between our bodies, finding her clit.
She was still breathing hard from my orgasm and she laid back and braced herself on my lower leg. I put my left hand on her breast and slipped right thumb under the head of the vibrator to rub her clit. I stroked in large circles as her hips began to buck against the two-pronged assault on her clit. As her climax approached, I used my thumb and forefinger to spread her pussy lips and expose her raw and swollen clit to the slippery vibrator head.
All the while I was still inside her, still hard, and still penetrating her upward, lifting her body weight off the bed, getting deeper as she spread her legs more and more and got closer and closer to her orgasm.
“That feels good. Oh yea, that’s it. More more more more more”
I fucked her as deeply as I could and spread her lips wide, and her orgasm hit her hard. She pressed her vibrator against her clit as hard as she could and let wave after wave hit her twitching hips. She kept cumming and cumming. For over a minute she twitched and gasped, and humped my cock and the buzzing head of her favorite toy. I was in heaven and almost came for a second time myself
When it became too sensitive, she handed me the vibrator to turn-off and she slumped against my chest and kissed me deeply. She moved her hips in slow and gentle circles and slipped her tongue inside my mouth for a long and deep French kiss.
I let my hands slip downward, stroking back and gently opening her cheeks as I pressed in and out a few more time. My erection was fading as her heart rate dropped.
She kissed me one more time and asked.
Now isn’t that better than a hand-job?
I just smiled, bit my tongue, and decided to answer another day.