Encore! (L)

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A number of years ago, my wife and I enjoyed a night out with no kids.  We had dinner and drinks, ending the evening with a loud concert and a hotel bed. With our jobs and the kids’ schedules, it’s not very often that we get some time alone, let alone an overnight trip. With our ears still ringing and the adrenaline rush fading, we climbed into bed and crashed. 

I woke sometime early. It was pitch black in the room, and I could hear my wife’s soft exhales of sleep. She was on her side, back to me. I lay there for a moment, deciding whether or not to fall asleep again. I turned onto my side, tucking myself right up behind her, but not touching. My wife is usually a light sleeper, but the drinks and the concert had evidently worn her out; she did not stir with my movements.

We’ve been married for several years at this point, and my wife was and is still very attractive to me. She stands 5’3″ to my 6’3″, so we’re a pretty good match. The years have added some extra padding to both of us, but the basics have not changed. I love watching her lean over the kitchen counter at home and how her jeans mold to her cheeks. I also enjoy coming up behind her and putting my hands in her pockets, just to feel her ass. I tell her I’m just warming my hands, but she laughs. She knows but loves it anyway.

Her breasts are fantastic, soft and sensitive, large, and fun to hold. I love seeing her naked, but it’s the subtle sights that I find irresistibly sexy. The hint of cleavage at the top of her blouse. The sway when she walks around the house. The way she looks in just a tank top. I don’t need lace and flash. The expensive VS stuff is only going to end up on the floor. I’d rather see the dusky hint of a hard, dark nipple through an old t-shirt than a tight, uncomfortable bra any day.

I watched her sleep, imagining making love to this woman. She’s passionate and loud, sweet to taste, and easy to cum. I slowly reached out my hand, under the covers, and brushed my fingers against her panty-covered skin. I waited, but there was no change. My wife slept on.

Feeling brave, I moved my hand until I cupped her right cheek. Her body was hot. I held my breath, waiting for her to slap my hand away. She had on simple bikini briefs, nothing fancy, but small enough that I could feel more flesh than fabric. I gave her ass a little squeeze and finally heard a slight groan pass from her lips. I lifted my hand and slid it up to the underside of her breasts, then reached my fingers around the tanktop-covered globe and gently cupped the bottom of her breast. She groaned a little more and shifted her legs a bit. I remained still and waited. After a while, I let my finger stretch out some and brush against her nipple. It was perfectly hard and ready for my lips.

My cock hardened, mostly from the idea of doing something sexually naughty but partly from touching my wife. My desire was strong, but I refrained from waking her. I moved my hand back down to her hip, then let it slip slowly down to her ass again. She had rolled forward a little with her left leg stretched out straight and the right one bent at the knee, but forward, touching the sheets. My hand continued its trip down to her sex. Because of her shift, I could now run my fingers over her pussy, heat burning my fingers through her panties.

She moaned as I rub her lips. I moved her bikini aside and brushed against her bare skin. Her right leg pulled up a little closer to her stomach, and my fingers slid right inside her wet sex. First one, then two fingers. One knuckle deep, then two. In and out. My wife groaned and arched her back. Her hair brushed against my face. Peaches and cream. I thrust my fingers into her body again, lifting my head and placing it almost on top of hers, cheek to cheek. Her hips started to move against my touch.

My wife turned her head, just enough for me to capture her lips with mine. She groaned into my mouth as my fingers continue their dance. Then she reached around with her right arm, running her fingers through my hair and crushing our mouths together. Her hips were rocking as she rode my fingers. I knew she was close. Her hold on my head lessened, and she released my hungry mouth. As I kissed the inside of her neck, she gasped for air; her pleasure was climbing.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” I said into her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped, “Oh God, yes!”

Without hesitation, I added a third finger to the fray. My wife’s tight pussy stretched eagerly, full and primed for release. She cried out as her body tensed and her cum rushed between my fingers. I continued my pace, drawing out her orgasm, and I loved the sounds she made. Finally, I slowed my hand and then stopped.

She giggled as I pulled my fingers from her pussy. She threw the covers off, grabbed my hand, and brought my fingers to her mouth. Hungrily, she sucked them clean, one by one. (I think she loves the taste of her juices as much as I do. She often takes my cock in her mouth after we both finish, tasting our mixed cum.) No sooner was she done with my fingers than I sat up in bed, rolled her onto her back, and ripped her panties down her legs. Throwing them aside, I pulled my shorts off, spread her legs, and quickly entered her.

She gasped at the suddenness of my sexual attack, but grabbed my hips and pulled me in deeper. She shifted her hips, changing the angle of our frantic lovemaking, and I began pumping in and out. She arched her back and cried out in sexual anguish. Her body was tired, but it wanted to feel again the wonderful shock of pleasure that she had just felt.

“Make as much noise as you want,” I gasped, between thrusts. ” Let the neighbors know someone’s getting fucked hard tonight!”

The bed was shaking with our bodies. (At home, the headboard would have been making dents in the wall.) We had not had sex this hard or fast in a long time. In an instant, we came together as one with our bodies stiffening and crying out. Waves of joy racked my body, and I fell off my wife rather than rolling off.

She nestled her head on my heaving chest as we caught our breath. “That was amazing. I wondered if you’d be able to make it until morning.” She teased softly.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I said.

She smiled and looked up at me. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to see what you do for an encore.”

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3 replies
  1. LovingMan says:

    I loved your description of your beautiful and sexy wife! The whole story is excellent! My wife loves that kind of pounding too… especially when she’s really aroused! Keep writing!

  2. hornyGG says:

    I love a good hard pounding! Now that my husband and I are empty nesters, I can get as loud as I want and often do. Thanks for sharing and God bless. Stay horny!

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