Changing It Up

It was time. The workweek was over. Our kid was asleep. Now, we were both ready to become one flesh again.

“You should get the ottoman,” my wife called from where she stood by the clothes hamper. The ottoman is one of our favorite sex props. When I sit on it, my wife’s feet can still reach the floor as she rides me like a hobby horse.

I walked out of the bathroom naked, having just freshened up a little. Then I tossed my clothes into the hamper. My wife had just removed her pants and dropped them into the hamper too. On impulse, I stepped up behind her and pressed my engorged penis against her soft buttocks. My hands roamed over her hips.

“Hey there,” she said teasingly. I helped her remove her shirt and bra. Kissing her back and neck, I slid the garments over her head. My roving hands found her now free boobs. She purred softly in delight, pushing her hips back into me. Then she reached back to stroke my hair.

“Let’s skip the ottoman for now,” I whispered. My fingers found her wet vagina and guided my penis in.

She gasped and leaned over, bracing herself on a nearby nightstand.

“Hey now,” she said, as I began thrusting. I kept going, making her moan. Her moaning grew in volume and intensity. Finally, her entire body shuddered with an orgasm.

“Hey,” she said again. I reached forward to cup her boobs. She straightened, arching her back and supporting herself on the nightstand. I began thrusting hard again.

I kissed her neck and let out a little moan as she reached up to lay a hand on the back of my head gently. That did it for me. Within seconds I spurted my hot cum into her.

My orgasm triggered another one for her. With a gasp, she let go of my head and leaned forward. Her hands dropped to the nightstand again so she could support herself.

We stood there like that for a minute as we both caught our breath. I gently caressed her back and buttocks. I was thinking about how blessed I was to have such a beautiful and loving wife.

As I pulled out and we cleaned up, she turned towards me and gave me a mock pout. “We didn’t get to use the ottoman,” she said.

I kissed her. “We can use it next time. But you had fun, didn’t you, dear?” Her deep blush and smile was all the answer I needed.