Making Up

My husband and I had been arguing for the last few weeks.  He had to work crazy long hours because he and his father can’t find reliable help to work construction for them.  I ate my dinner alone each night and, when he got home, complained that I never saw him anymore and that he cared more about work than me.

It was childish and selfish of me. I know it isn’t his choice to be apart.  He’s doing what he must to take care of us, his father, and their business.  I just missed him.  I decided to apologize and show him all my love and support.

I was in bed watching late night TV,  dozing off and on, when he came home.  I heard him open a beer and turn on the downstairs TV, as has become his norm to unwind.  Giving him a little space, I got up and went to the mirror to fix my hair and put on lipstick.  I gave my nipples a few good twists to get them nice and hard, then slipped on my sheer black robe and a pair of high heels.

As I walked to the top of the stairs, the clicking of my heels drew his attention. He stared as I slowly walked down and over to the couch, stopping right in front of him.  Before he could speak, I bent over and placed my finger over his lip to shush him.  His eyes locked on my full breasts and long, hard nipples.

Standing up, I pushed the robe off my nude body, letting his eyes roam until they reached my pussy, totally bare for the first time ever.  Its puffy mound and lips peeked out, glistening and dripping as I ran my finger through them.

He started to say something, but I placed my finger over his lips again. “Shhhh.”  He moaned at my scent and licked his lips, tasting the sweetness I left there.

Kneeling down between his thighs, I slid my hand up them and over his bulge that throbbed hotly under my palm.  He shook as I rubbed and squeezed before my hands continued upward to unbutton his shirt.  I rose up on my knees and licked and nibbled his hard little nipples, then kissed and licked down his belly.  Meanwhile,  I returned to rubbing and squeezing his cock thru his jeans.

My husband moaned and ground into me until I sat up and grabbed his waistband, undoing the button and zipper of his pants.  Half of his hard throbing cock popped into view as I pulled them open.  Lightly, I ran my fingers over the sensitive underside and then wrapped them around him and squeezed.

“I love how hard your big cock gets for me. I’ve missed it so.”  I bent over and licked and kissed the head, which pulsed against my lips. His breathing quickened as I slowly opened and sucked it into my mouth.  He groaned and lifted his hips, his fingers twining into my hair as he pumped upward toward my face. His shaft filled my mouth and touched the back of my throat, and I gagged but didn’t pull away. He deserved this, so I accepted his thrusts until he cupped my cheeks and pulled me off.

Panting, I bent tugged his pants down far enough to free all his beautiful cock.  Then I straddled him, parted my pussy lips with one hand, and guided him between them with the other.  We both groaned as he filled me.

He tried to speak again, but this time I yanked his head to me and pushed my left breast and nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmmmm, you talk to much.”

Both his hand slapped and squeezed my ass so hard I screamed out in shocked pleasure.  He bit my nipple and sucked harder than ever as he started lifting me up and pulling me down on his cock, making my breath escape with each thrust.

“Yesssss. Yes, baby, fuck me. Oh, how I’ve missed you! Fuck. Meeee.” My husband pounded me, releasing the pent up tensions of the past weeks of conflict, and I felt only pleasure.  “Ohhh, yeah. Ooohhh, yeah!” My body started vibrating, and I tensed up, then collapsed against him as I convulsed.  Pussy juice gushed out around his pistoning cock.

Without withdrawing, my man rolled me onto the couch. He kneed my legs apart and resumed pounding my slippery pussy.

I moaned, my head spinning. Something about his intensity—or was it just the long abstinence?—triggered another orgasm almost immediately; I gushed again, crying out his name.

My husband groaned, pulled out, and exploded rope after rope of cum all over my face and body.  Our eyes locked as we came down and tried to catch our breath.

“I’m so sorry. I was being selfish and ungrateful.” I reached for his semi-hard cock and pulled him back into my pussy.  Our lips met and we kissed tenderly.

“I forgive you,” he said.

We took a shower together and spooned until sleep took us.  But the next night and the one after that, his long, hard days ended in the arms of a greatful, loving wife.