The Couch

We were blessed to have conceived three children who are now out on their own.  But after 30 plus years of marriage, intimacy seems to take a back seat to the daily mundane tasks.  With God’s help, we are slowly finding our way back to “us.”

One cold winter morning, my wife was kneeling on the couch, leaning her arms on the back as she looked out the open window.   I admired her panty-covered backside as she viewed the outside world. Walking up behind her, I gently slid my hands up the back of her nightgown and lightly scratched her back.

“Undo my bra and scratch,” she requested.

I unfastened the clasp and lightly scratched her back.  Then I slid one hand around and cupped her left breast.

“That’s not my back,” she laughingly said.

I scratched for a few more minutes with my free hand before leaning over and kissing the small of her back, then up her spine.

My wife lay her head down on the back of the couch and closed her eyes.  “The other one is getting lonely,” she said. So I cupped each of her breasts, rolled the nipples between my fingers, and slowly pulled on them.  As they hardened, she moaned, “That feels so good.”

I got up on the back of the couch behind her and pressed my hardening cock into her clothed body. She slowly moved her butt back and forth, making me even harder. I moved my left hand away from her breast, slid it down her stomach to the waistband of her panties, and pushed underneath it.  I slid one finger gently between the lips of her vagina, rubbing gently.  Then, I added a second finger, found her clit, and trapped it between the two. I rubbed side to side and up and down, stopping every so often to dip into her and moisten my fingers.

My wife started moaning and rocking her hips. After a few minutes, she said, “Get the Uberlube and make love to me. I want you!”

I brought the lube from the bedroom, freeing myself during the trip.  As I walked towards her, my hard cock swung back and forth.  I stopped halfway across the room, and we looked each other in the eyes as I removed my pants and underwear and started stroking myself.  She pushed her panties to the side and started gently massaging herself, too.  We stared at each other’s privates as we both masturbated.

Simultaneously, we moaned.

I finished walking to her, then coated my fingers with lube and gently rubbed it into her before liberally applying some to myself.  Then, I climbed up onto the couch, aimed myself at her center, and started pushing.

When the head of my hard cock entered her, she took a deep breath and said, “Easy, easy.  It’s been a while.”  So I pulled away a bit and slowly rocked back and forth, going slightly deeper each time.  Once we were totally joined, she said, “Grab my hips.  Now, take me, please.  Make love to me!”

I grabbed her hips with my hands and started moving in and out, making love to my wife.  She had her head on the back of the couch with her eyes closed and her lips in an “O.”

We got into a rhythm.  Then I felt her breathing become shallower and quicker, and she moaned, “Almost, almost.  Keep doing that.”  She put her hands on the window for support as our hips slapped together with each stroke.  I could feel my slow simmer become a full boil.

Suddenly, she stopped moving and moaned, put her hand on her vagina, and started strumming her clit.  I felt her tighten around my cock, and then she spasmed, then again, and again.  She bucked against me and cried out, “Oh, Oh, Yeeeeeeeeees!”

I kept making love to her.  When she stopped moving, she put her hand on my thigh to stop me.  After about 30 seconds, she said, “That felt so good. You’re still hard; did you cum?”

“No, but I’m close,” I answered.

She rocked her hips back into me. “Cum in me!”

I grabbed her and started moving in and out of her, hard.  We were both grunting each time our hips came together. “Am I hurting you?” I asked.

“Ohhhhhhhh! Nooooooooo!” she cried out.

Then I went over the edge. “I’m cumming!” I announced.  I pushed my cock completely inside her and came over and over.  I lay my head on her back as we caught our breath.  Then, I gently pulled out of her and sat on the couch, and she snuggled into my chest.

I asked, “Think the neighbors saw?”

My usually shy wife said, “I don’t care.  We both needed that.”