Haven’t Done That in A While

My wife and I had little time to connect on this most recent Valentine’s Day.  Our kids were playing in an all-day basketball tournament, which made for a busy day.  I was just happy she wasn’t sick, which has seemed to be the norm on recent V Day’s. As the evening grew late, I tried to decide whether to suggest putting off lovemaking until the next night when we could possibly enjoy it longer.  But just sitting near her and talking got me hard and excited, so I decided to test the waters—literally.

“I need a shower.  Care to join me?” I asked nonchalantly.

She agreed quickly, suggesting we first check with our oldest daughter to make sure she was done in the bathroom for the night.  She was, and we anxiously gathered what we needed in the bathroom.  Showering together was something we always enjoyed but that we hadn’t done in quite some time, making it the first of our “haven’t done that in a while” parts of the evening.

I turned the hot water on to start warming up the shower and was the first one naked.  My wife quickly joined me under the hot water—she always likes it hotter than me, so I winced a little—and our slick bodies melted together as our lips met with a passionate wet kiss.

I grabbed the bar soap and enjoyed the sensation of getting my hands sudsy and sliding them all over her body.  I began soaping up her tits, pressing my cock against her abdomen while I enjoy the slickness of her soapy butt cheeks, then pulled away from her enough for my rinsed fingers to find the natural slipperiness of her wet vagina.  My groping and our kissing continued for a few minutes until her body was clean.

All the while, my cock pointed up at her begging for attention.  I handed her the soap, and she knew what to do.  Her slick hands stroking up and down my hardness felt heavenly.

Eventually, I turned her around, her body directly under the showerhead.  I pressed my hard-on into the crack of her backside and reveled in the feeling of sliding it up and down against her soft skin.  My hands started on her hips, pulling her against me, but eventually slid up her stomach and enveloped her breasts, then pinched her engorged nipples.  My mind held only one thought: to move her back slightly, bend her over, and bury my manhood into her inviting honeypot.  However, I decided to wait on that and instead told her I would see her in the bedroom soon.

She asked what I wanted her to wear, and I told her something appropriate for Valentine’s Day.  She soon arrived in the bedroom in silk panties covered in red hearts and a short pink satiny robe tied around her waist.  Not a great color combination despite being appropriate for the day, so as she approached I immediately untied the waist sash, opening it to reveal her tits to my wanting mouth.  I sucked aggressively on her nipple while my hand again went between her legs and explored around and then in between her wet pussy lips.  This lasted only a short time before I pushed her onto the bed, and we lay together, our lips wrestling, our bodies intertwined, and my hardness humping against her soft skin.

“What do you want next?” I inquired, a leading question that she already knows the appropriate answer to.

“I want your tongue on my pussy,” she said.

“Where do you want to be?” I asked, to which she usually replies, “Lying on my back.” But this time I got the unexpected.

“Where do you want me?”

“I want you sitting on my face, facing whichever direction you want,” I replied.

She began to move into the “69” position, what I was hoping for most, and another one of our “haven’t done that in a while” parts of the evening.  She positioned her glistening pussy lips in front of my face.

My arms wrapped around her torso to pull her in and I dove into my dessert delight.  I made long slow licks with my tongue from her clit to perineum, then pushed it in as deep as I could reach before returning to light flicks on her clit.  Her juices were all over my mouth, chin, and nose as I lapped at her lovely love hole.

Her hand began to stroke the base of my penis, then her lips engulfed my cock head.  I slowly thrust my hips up into her mouth as my tongue continued to work, eventually going up further to lightly lick over her anus.  This continued for several minutes. My tongue actually started to tire, so I pulled back long enough to tell her, “I am going to let you decide when you have had enough.”

“Mmmm, okay,” came her reply.

I expected her to pull off at any moment.  She stopped sucking, raised up slightly, and began grinding her pussy down harder onto my tiring mouth and tongue.

I grasped her soft butt more tightly and again pushed my tongue as deep as it could reach, pressing against her clit with my chin.  I continued for a couple of minutes more before she eventually began to climb off my face.

“You must have been enjoying that if you didn’t stop right away, huh?” I asked.

“Yes, very much,” came her reply.

My wife turned around and straddled my body.  Reaching between her legs, she took hold of my cock and guided it to her opening.  She pressed down smoothly as I entered, then lowered her body to mine. With her tits pressed into my chest, she began a long passionate kiss.  Her lips and tongue massaged over mine as she tasted her juices still wet on my lips and face.

Over the next several minutes, we mostly looked into each other eyes as we oohed and aahed together and enjoyed all the pleasures of her riding my cock towards orgasm.  I worked over her nipples, alternating using my fingers and mouth, while she maneuvered her hips in all the different ways that stimulate her best.  Her movements grew in aggressiveness, her breathing becoming more passionate. I thrust faster to match her grinding, and when she said, “That feels soooo good,” I knew she was close.

“Yes, honey.  I want to fill you with my cum.  You’re so sexy!”  I told her.

“Yes, fill me with it.  I want it all,” came the reply that pushed me to the edge.

“Are you ready?  You’re making it feel so good that I can’t hold back.”

“Yes, please give it to me.  Fill my hot pussy.”

And I did.  I gripped her hips tightly and pressed up into her while she continued to rock slowly on my spurting manhood. Our eyes locked on each other in passion as we shared the intimacy of ultimate pleasure and mutual orgasms.

Then we collapsed together, our breathing beginning to slow and bodies relaxing, and we told each other of our love, how wonderful that felt, and how satisfying each of us found the other.  She said how great it was to orgasm together, and I agreed, adding, “Haven’t done that in a while.”