Primal Sex

Greg was, to put it mildly, horny. Really horny.

Every cute butt he saw at work reminded him of his wife. Every well-endowed chest recalled his attention to his wife’s delicious mounds. Every pair of tight jeans brought back memories of her playing with her clit. He was the epitome of the stereotypical male, always thinking about sex. Everything kept reminding him of his wife and his desire for her.

Maybe it was because more than two weeks had passed since he’d experienced a release himself. He’d noticed an increase in desire and sexual thoughts this past week and attributed them to that reality. A combination of sickness, a hectic work schedule, and conflicts with Jean’s work schedule served up his current state of mind.

On top of that, the knowledge of how good it would feel to finally blow a load added to the desire. His orgasms were always bigger and more cum would shoot out after a period of prolonged withholding, for whatever reason. He looked forward to that release.

The question remained, however, would Jean be able to fulfill his need once he arrived? Would she be ready to go as well? Only one way to find out.

Greg whipped out his phone and texted her the following: Hi, Honey. I was wondering if you had any plans for this evening. I’m getting off early, and I’m horny as all get out!

He hit send. He thought about earlier in their marriage where such a text would have been frowned upon. They both had a few false ideas about sex, masturbation, and other forms of sex when they were first married. Thank goodness they wised up and had a great sex life now.

His phone chimed with a new text message. He read it: You bet I do! I’ve been thinking all day about what I’m going to do to that dick of yours, standing so tall and proud.

Greg smiled. Yep, she had definitely loosened up sexually since their early days. He texted back: Yes! My dick is tall and proud right now. I can’t wait!

Greg rubbed his hard-on through his pants. He quickly stopped, though, because it was so sensitive that he might not be able to stop once he started. He wanted to save it all for his wife, tonight.

Greg struggled with his work. He couldn’t focus on much. Finally, the clock struck four o’clock. Greg sped out the door and into his car, and peeled out, leaving his co-workers wondering if an emergency had occurred. In a sense one had; his wife needed satisfying!

Within minutes, Greg walked through the front door of his house and announced, “Honey, I’m home.”

“Follow the lingerie, dear,” echoed from the front door’s video camera.

Lingerie? Greg scanned the living room. Then he spotted it: a pair of lacy panties sat on the edge of the couch. He picked them up and took a whiff. Yep, the scent of his wife was on them. But where was she?

He gazed around some more until he spotted a bra on the staircase. He reached down and grabbed them as he worked his way up the stairs. At the top lay a camisole. He snatched that up and added it to his collection. She must be up here, probably in the bedroom.

He opened the door to discover a lacy thong laying on the bed, but no wife. However, there was a note. He read it: If you want what these things once contained, you’ll need to get rid of your clothes as well and join me in the backyard.

By now, his dick was at full attention. He wasted no time in taking off his clothes, bounding down the stairs, and then racing out the door. He stopped short, struck by the beautiful sight that greeted his eyes: his wife, on a patio lounge chair, her knees wide, and lost in her own orgasmic world. She vibrated her fingers over her clit while moaning louder and louder. She probably knew he watched even though she acted as if she was alone.

She opened an eye and winked at him, but then wagged her finger at him as he stroked his member. He stopped, not realizing he had started. The sight before him was so erotic, she had his full attention. How unfair that she could cum multiple times whereas I have to wait for my one massive explosion. His anticipation grew as she buckled on the chair. Her own contractions took hold and she cried out in ecstasy as she convulsed in pure joy.

After a few seconds of that bliss, she collapsed on her chair, her breaths heavy, the sunshine bathing her naked form in a warm glow. Greg approached her. “Babe, that was so hot. I’m ready to explode inside of you.”

She smiled at him. “And I’m ready for you to do that, but I want to stretch out the fun a little more. I’ve been dreaming about this all week.”

“Me, too.” Greg shook his head. “But I don’t think my cock will take much nudging before I cum.”

She grinned. “I’ll be the judge of that! Come here, big boy.”

Greg obeyed and lay down where she pointed. Then she rose and hovered over his penis which bobbed up and down with the beat of his heart. She watched it for a moment before reaching out and touching him right under the V of his hood.

He groaned loudly as he wiggled in delight. “Don’t stop now!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll always remember this day.” Then a mischievous grin spread across her face. “But not until I’m ready.”

She reached down, her tongue out, and gave his dick one long lick from his balls to his head. There she stopped, and her lips parted. She engulfed his head, twirling her tongue around it.

Electrical energy shot through Greg’s body, surge after surge. Yet much to his surprise, he didn’t go over. Her focus on his head kept enough negative stimulation to prevent his orgasm from happening, at least right away.

Then he felt his precum oozing out—quite a bit of it, due yo how long it had been. Like a dog in heat, she went crazy licking it up, doing her best not to let any escape.

“Oh, sweetie, this is so delicious!” She continued to lap it up as she focused on stimulating his head with her tongue.

By now, his head grew immune to the negative stimulation and an orgasm started to build, rather quickly. Sensing his impending ejaculation, Jean pulled back, then her mouth sank down over his dick until her lips reached his balls, where she held it.

The warmth of her mouth and throat over his dick and the sight of her holding his whole member in her mouth would normally have been enough to send him over the top. But her treatment of him just prior gave him the ability to take all the orgasmic energy and simply enjoy it. And enjoy it he did, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed in upon him.

She moved up and down every so slightly, igniting a fire inside of him that threatened to rage out of control. Then she worked her way up his dick.

What a sight! To see his hard cock slowly emerge from her lips, inch by inch, until she kissed his deep-purple head. The sight nearly caused him to blow his load all over her mouth. But somehow, he managed to contain it.

Jean lay back on her lounge chair, her legs spread fully apart, and then said, “Okay, have your way with me. Fill me up with your cum.”

“With pleasure.”

Greg positioned himself over her, and inserted his penis into her very moist vagina. Its warmth enveloped his cock and sent a wave of pleasure from his head down to the tingling in his toes as his cock sank into her. He gave her a strong out and in. Another wave threatened to push him beyond the point of no return. It would only take one or two more of those to send him over, so he would make them count.

He rammed his dick into her cunt. She said, “Oh, yes. Harder. Harder!”

That was his plan: to pound her hard until he came. As he pumped in and out, in and out, banging his pelvis into hers with each stroke, the impending climax he’d been desiring all week finally arrived. Cum exploded from his dick, rope after rope, filling her to overflowing until it leaked out.

He savored the high of his climax, so powerful, so primal, yet so satisfying and uniting. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, he collapsed into her arms—contentment and her love washed over him like a cleansing rain.

Greg gazed into her eyes. “Thank you, honey. I really needed that.”

She grinned. “I know. As much as I needed it. I love you.”

“And I love you too.” Greg thanked God for such a wonderful wife.