How Fast Can You Be?

I lay in bed recently on a Monday night (usually one of the nights my wife and I make love), unshaven and this time ready to get right to sleep. We usually avoid intercourse when my wife is on her period, and based on her schedule, I expected that she would now be within that timeframe.

She came in and sat down next to me on the bed.

I asked, “When are the kids going to be home?” I was inquiring about our older children who had been playing in out of town basketball games. They always kept in touch with their mother, telling her where they were eating afterward and then that they had headed home.

“They are about 30 minutes away, it looks like,” she responded. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious, I guess,” I commented as I went back to something on my phone.

“I haven’t got my period yet. But I probably will start tomorrow, if that is why you are asking,” she replied nonchalantly.

I perked up. “I thought you would have started by now. That’s why I didn’t shave and was just planning on getting to sleep.”

“That’s what I thought, which is why I told you. How fast can you be?” she said smiling at me. “Is that what you were really thinking?”

“I can be pretty fast if needed,” I responded, “but I should shave quickly for you first.” I hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom next to our bedroom. I went about my shaving as speedily as possible while a tent started to form in my shorts.

When I returned to our bedroom and locked the door behind me, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed in a satin pink robe that went just down to mid-thigh. It was tied at the waist, and I had no idea if anything else was on underneath it.

I moved to the nightstand to turn out the last of the lights. Then I put on the flashlight of my phone and pointed it toward the ceiling. Combined with the moonlight from the windows, it gave us just enough light to see each other.  I turned back to her, and she was now standing next to me ready to embrace.

We wrapped our arms around each other, bodies tight together. Our lips and tongues began to devour each other like young lovers, even though as a middle-aged couple, we had probably done this a thousand times. I held her tight at first, as I know she so appreciates, before my hands began to roam, moving from top to bottom on her body. I stroked her hair with my fingers, moved down to caress her shoulders, held her tight again with my arms around her waist, and then moved down to rub her soft butt cheeks. Yes, she did have silk panties on that I first rubbed over, but then moved underneath to her bare skin, pulling her body hard into my erection.

We continued kissing passionately while I humped my hard-on against her body. Before long, my hands released her and moved to the front to first remove the tied sash from her waist so I could see and feel her tits hanging in front of me. Each of my hands moved to the nearest nipple to start pinching while she also let go of me to slide her hands around from back to front and down into my loose shorts. She soon was stroking me softly up and down with one hand while the other caressed my balls gently.

“Ohhh, that feels marvelous,” I whispered. My hands released her nipples and pushed my shorts down far enough that I could wiggle my legs out of them and stand naked in front of her.

She kept one hand stroking my rock hard rod while I moved slightly to the side of her, lowering my mouth to her breast while at the same time my hand slid down her abdomen and into her panties, searching to see how much she was enjoying this so far.  My middle finger slid over her clit and was immediately soaked in her juices as it disappeared inside the wetness of her pussy lips.  I rubbed aggressively in and out of her soaked love box while my lips remained attached to her nipple.

Now, being aware of our time restraints, my mind was in overdrive about how I most wanted to enjoy my hot wife. There were only a couple of options I would have time for. I decided quickly and hoped she was ready to oblige.

I released her tit from my light nibbling and my hands went down to push her panties off. Once they neared her ankles, she stepped out of them, and I turned her body to face the bed.

“Bend over, please. I want you from behind first,” I requested.

As she placed her hands on the bed for support and lifted her backside up for my review, she glanced back and smiled, “I thought you might want that.”

And boy, did I ever.  I positioned myself directly behind her and with my left hand guided my cock to the opening of her slippery love hole.  I slid it a couple of times from the top to the bottom of her pussy lips and back again to moisten the tip. Then I pushed forward and deep into her glorious love canal, relishing the wonderful feeling of my groin pressed against her butt cheeks.

I grabbed her hips and began to stroke in and out—slow and deep at first, all the way in and almost all the way out. I was moaning softly with pleasure with each stroke. Then my pace gradually increased, pressing as deep as possible, holding there for a second, and pulling out again. I briefly released her hips so I could lean forward and pinch her nipples but then returned to my tight grip on her, enjoying even more aggressive pumping of her juicy pussy.

“Wow, I could be done in another 30 seconds if you wanted me to.” I was already starting to feel the buildup of an orgasm.

“I bet you could,” she replied, “but I think we have a little more time than that if you like.”

We continued as we were for another minute or so. I kept pounding against her soft cushiony rear end and reveling in the view of my cock emerging and then disappearing back into the glistening folds of her vagina.  I then pulled out and ordered her to lie on her back on the bed.   She did as she was told, raising her knees up and spreading wide for me to see her womanly glory.  One of her hands went to her nipple while the other started to slide towards her pussy, but a beep on her phone notified her of an incoming message.

“Better check if that is the kids,” she said as she reached for her phone.

“Go ahead; I’ll just enjoy myself,” I replied as I literally dove head-first into her inviting honey pot. My hands went under her thighs to pull her to my face, and my tongue was soon lapping at her luxurious vagina. As she went about the business on her phone, I went about mine: the pure pleasure of using my mouth on her in all the ways I know she likes as quickly as possible.  I flattened my tongue and licked from top to bottom. I inserted two fingers to massage her insides right in the spot she enjoys most. I lapped and sucked at her clit before finally backing off and lightly flicking her love button, the final pleasure she enjoys the most.

And now I was ready to finish, as she was done text messaging. I slid up her body until our faces met again, and our lips came back together.  She bit at my bottom lip while also lapping everywhere around my mouth to take in the taste of her own juices. My cock was back in position, now probing around to find its desired destination, at which time my hips thrust forward and I was again deep into my sexy wife. I went back to stroking in and out of her at an increasing pace while we held our bodies close together and continued our lip lock.

I released my grip on her and rose, resting on my arms above her as she pulled her legs up towards her chest. I love looking down from this vantage point at her body beneath mine, hard nipples pointed up at me and my cock plunging in and out of her.

“I wanted to be face to face with you so you can see my pleasure when you make me cum,” I said with a big grin on my face.

“However and whatever you want to do to me. I love watching my sexy husband do that,” was her reply.

One at a time, I moved both her legs into the air so that her ankles were resting on the front of my shoulders, feet pointing to the ceiling above. I leaned into her legs while my hands went to her hips to again pull her in tight to my hardened manhood. The glorious ending would cum soon now. I pistoned in and out of her, with eye-to-eye contact, pressing especially the front base of my cock against her wet pussy walls—the magic spot to spur my orgasm.

“Yes, Yes, Yes! You feel so wonderful, honey.” I grunted with each stroke as the pressure built gradually. “I am going to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes, fill me with your cum. I want to feel you shooting into me,” she breathed heavily as she pushed back against me to aid her own orgasm.

That pushed me to the point of no return just as I breathed out, “One…more…stroke…and…..”

Aaahhh!!!!  I held her hips tight to me with my cock as deep as it could reach and the spurting began its course in her. She gripped my arms tightly as her head went back, eyes closed, and her quivering orgasm simultaneously overtook her.

The incredible pleasure finally began to subside for both of us as our eyes opened again to see each other’s satisfied smiles. My body slumped into hers and my head rested next to hers on the pillow, my weight still on her, my softening cock still inside her, and our breathing beginning to slow.

“That was so wonderful. Thank you and thank God for such pleasure,” I spoke softly to her.

“Yes, praise the Lord for the way our bodies feel together,” she responded.

The wonderful afterglow could have lasted much longer, but not knowing when our late arrivals would show up, we climbed out of bed to redress and continue on with our night.