More Often

I had just turned off the lights and laid down to go to bed. My wife was lying face down next to me. She looked at me and uttered words every man dreams of hearing.

“We should have sex more often.”

At that time, we were fairly busy and had not had sex for nearly a week. I had been missing our connection but didn’t realize she had, too.

“Oh, really?” I responded, pulling the covers off of both of us, then rolling over and straddling her. She squeaked in surprise and giggled slightly. I leaned down to kiss her neck and began pushing up her nightshirt.

I was already naked (having developed the habit of sleeping that way) and hard as a rock. I knew she could feel my erection through her panties before they joined her shirt on the floor.

“Hey!” she said teasingly.

I leaned down, licking playfully up her back and nibbling on her ear. I continued to kiss her neck and press my naked body onto hers. Then I caressed her finely shaped buttocks before guiding my finger into her moist vagina. She squirmed and moaned at my touch.

I then withdrew my fingers and gently slid my penis in as she gasped and moaned, arching her back. Keeping my legs outside of hers, I began to thrust. Holding her legs closed tightened her up and increased the sensation for both of us.

She moaned with pleasure and lifted her ass to meet my thrusting hips. I kept at it until one, two, three orgasms had shaken her with raw pleasure before allowing my own to explode inside of her. Breathing heavily, I rolled off of her as she whimpered happily in the afterglow.

“I agree, dear,” I said. “We should have sex more often.”