I kissed Jasmine good morning and snuggled down next to her.
“Hey, it’s time to get up. We gotta get the girls ready for church.”
“Okay. I’ve got a headache.” Jasmine whispered back to me.
Our daughters were already downstairs; I could hear their cartoons on the TV. I had awoken earlier, showered, and brushed my teeth before attempting to wake my wife.
I asked Jasmine to slide over into my lap in bed and let me try massage. For years, she has had tension headaches. I sat with my legs spread, her head resting in my hands near my crotch. Supporting the base of her skull, I made small firm circles with my fingers on her shoulders, up her nape, and into her hairline. My wife’s head would accidentally glide over my crotch as I moved her head back and forth, rotating sides during the massage.
“It’s a good thing I put boxers on under my robe.”
Jasmine sighed and began to run her fingers up my thigh. I continued rubbing her neck as I felt her fingers slide under the seam of my boxers and venture toward my scrotum. We found ourselves rubbing and massaging each other. Jasmine rolled over and looked into my eyes with deep desire. Our eyes remained locked as she pulled my cock from my boxers and began to slowly, gently lick my shaft. Her tongue teased and tickled my cock from the bottom to the tip as her lips kissed, and her eyes glanced at me with a palpable desire.
The noise of the cartoons entertaining our two young girls downstairs punctuated my bliss. Our bedroom door was open; the lock doesn’t work. But still, my wife wrapped her lips around my cock and gave it a slow full-length suck, then kissed the head.
“I want you in the bathroom,” she said. “I want you in me.”
As a good mother, she jumped first to check on the girls and make sure they wouldn’t interrupt us. I suddenly remembered I had made blueberry muffins but did not put them in the oven yet; the girls remembered too. Jasmine and I dashed down the steps to start them baking.
“How long do I put the timer for?” Jasmine asked.
“Fourteen minutes,” I replied.
I beat Jasmine up the steps and into the bathroom. With one quick movement, I tossed my robe and dropped my boxers. At nearly the same time, Jasmine undressed, then guided me into our shower to sit down on the bench in there. She straddled my lap, and the wetness of her vagina drew my cock right in.
She rode me slowly and rhythmically. I held her ass in my hands while her luscious breasts rubbed my face, and my mouth nursed her nipples. It was intense.
Jasmine wanted more. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom rug, where I lay down as she resumed riding my erection. Our hips writhed together, and my hands grasped her ass and breasts. Jasmine leaned back. I knew she was inviting more stimulation, and I slipped my thumb onto her clit. Her rhythm quickened and deepened. She began to pulse and quiver, moaning with her climax.
After she quaked and released her orgasm, Jasmine rolled off and bent over. I squeezed her ass as I shoved my cock into her pussy from behind. She was so wet that her lips squished and suctioned on my dick as I thrust in and out. Her beautiful ass spread out before me. I got lost in the view and lusciousness of her. Deep in my testicles, I could feel my ejaculation rising. In a moment, my orgasm exploded as I poured my cum into her. Then I gave her ass one last squeeze and withdrew as my ejaculate oozed from her pussy onto a towel.
I washed quickly and donned my robe and boxers. As I dashed down the steps, my heart thumping hard from the excitement of sexual fulfillment. I found my daughters still engrossed in their cartoons. When I turned the corner to the kitchen, the oven timer read thirty seconds. Perfect timing. Amazing sex.
“Girls, let’s eat and get ready for church.”