Our Visit with Family (A)

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Getting away together and out of the daily grind almost always translates to great sex. But staying with family can cause significant frustration, if you know what I mean. My wife and I had been separated for a few days due to work-related travel. However, her travel provided an opportunity to meet up later and to visit family and bring our teen in tow.

It excited me to be reunited with my wife and to visit with family, but I was aching for some private time with her as well. The separated twin beds in the guest room gave a clear indication of what I could expect. Still, I wanted her in the worst way.

She apparently needed me too. The long lingering embrace, kiss, and my wife’s hip pressing into my groin area at the airport confirmed she felt a bit sexually frustrated, like me.  “I Miss You,” she told me, our code words meaning “I want you really bad.”

We quickly shifted into family mode and tried to bottle up our desires, though my eyes could not help watching her body move as we walked about. My wife is beautiful, and the mother of our three beautiful daughters. Her eyes say how much she loves me even if she says nothing.

While catching up with family served as a good distraction, but I could not quit thinking how hard it was to keep things bottled up. I wondered how she was doing. Her glances confirmed she too had not forgotten about missing each other. After we helped clean up the dinner dishes, my wife pulled me in for a hug and whispered in my ear that she wanted me so badly.

Finally, bedtime came, but I feel weird in most family homes taking those kinds of liberties. She left a few minutes before me to hit the shower, and soon I heard the doors opening and closing that signaled my turn to use the facilities had come.

I went to the restroom with anticipation building and some conflicted feelings about our location. When I entered the room, my wife was in the first twin bed, facing away and covered by a sheet just as she normally slept. My hopes began to falter. However, as I turned the corner of the bed, I saw that she was waiting for me.

The feelings flushed into my organ with excitement. But full-fledged bed rocking with my wife was out of the question. What could we do?  Hmm.

I lift up the sheet to find her fully undressed. Her breasts spilled across the bed, begging for my attention. I knelt down next to the bed and started kissing her on the lips. Soon our tongues tangled together, and my fingers worked their way to her ear to trace the shape. She always likes this; I think it also makes her want me even more.

My fingers then drifted down her jaw until my thumb met up with our mouths. I gave way to allow my fingers to trace and explore her lips, then slide down the side of her neck while our lips re-locked. I began to explore the soft skin of her left breast and wrapped my hand under the gentle curve. Cupping it gently at first, then more firmly, helped her nipple to burst forward.

Her hand met mine and directed it to lift the breast to my mouth. As my tongue began to work her nipple, it hardened immediately, and she groaned under the vacuum. The bottom of my tongue swirled over the tip. After all these years, I think I know her body better than my own.

She whispered a quiet “Yes,” under my ministrations.  My left hand moved to the lonely breast, then I switched to deliver much-needed attention to it while continuing to glide my right palm and fingers over her left nipple with almost no pressure. Her hand trapped that breast to keep the pleasure centered.

I looked down to notice that she’d lay on her side along the far edge of her narrow twin bed. My hand skimmed down to her pelvis, petting the patch of hair she keeps there.

Her top leg lifted, and she planted her foot on the opposite inner thigh, opening access for me. My palm rolled over her labia, then a finger dove to reach her juices and bring them to the surface. Every few strokes, I pulled and stretched, a move I had seen her perform on herself many years ago that brought a burst of coolness to the clitoris and elicited an arch of her body. (I hope she thinks I made that one up.)

I noted that things were getting juicy, and my thoughts recalled where we were. Leaving messy sheets to be cleaned was not part of the plan. A problem solver at heart, I took a quick break and retrieved a couple of pieces of clothing from the “used” pocket of her suitcase. I slid them under my wife to protect the sheets and my shyness.

After arranging this shield for the bed, I pulled her knee over to bring her almost face down on the bed. I lifted her foot so I could sit comfortably near the end of the bed. My hand slid lightly up the inside of her leg, drawing a quiver from my bride. She was dying for the return of my touch within her.

The pressure of my fingers drove to reach inside, in and out, just an inch or two. My wife loved and hated this, all at once. Every few reps, I slid my fingers down through her outer folds and circled her clitoris before dipping back inside, deeper and deeper. She began to loosen up, allowing the rest of my fingers to dive in. My thumb came to rest on her clitoris, gently trapping it against her pelvic bone. Diving deep and rubbing with my thumb, I made sure she really felt it now.

The face-down position was no accident but a calculated move. My wife generally struggles to keep her pleasure quiet, which I usually enjoy. But here, discretion was imperative, so the pillow helped her to express herself yet keep it contained within the guest room.

She really loves it when I am able to reach and move her cervix. As usual, it drove her wild to feel her cervix and uterus move within her body. She groaned to encourage more of the same. I repositioned myself so that my left hand could reach up to caress and lightly rub the tip of her nipple in rhythm with my other hand. I knew she ached to touch me, but I was still dressed. That was part of it: I wanted this to be all about her even though I loved it all.

My wife began to turn over, which surprised me. Her left leg rose, and her heel rested on my left shoulder near the nape of my neck. At first, I assumed she just wanted a different position, but then she started to pull me forward, applying even more pressure downward.

I slid gently and quietly off the bed, and my tongue found the mark she pulled me toward. It went all the way from my fingers—which still plunged deep to reach her cervix—up to her clitoris, sweeping over the top and flicking it back and forth. I continued to work her over with my tongue, occasionally giving a little vacuum and ensuring I address all her folds.

My hand stopped, and my dripping ring finger separated from the others to slowly presses inside her bottom. She gasped, loving the new feeling of my double duty to both openings. At the same time, she started to move her pelvis in rhythm with all my attention. I reminded her of our teen in the next room, and she pulled the pillow around to her mouth. I sped up the motion, and she climaxed, her body arching and collapsing over and over.

Her eyes, focused on me, revealed her obvious relief. But I secretly hoped it wouldn’t last long and that her needs overcame her again soon. I left to clean my hands across the hall in the bathroom, then returned to the bedroom. I expected to find her relaxing in her glow, but instead, she sat on her knees near my bed. She’d draped our makeshift towel over the edge. Those loving and anxious eyes stared submissively up at me.

She pulled me to stand closer to her, then worked to unhook my pants and pull them off, clearing them from my feet. Taking me into her hands, she pulled me in. One hand went behind me and forced me to thrust into her mouth. She’d transitioned in an instant from submissive to in charge, ordering me to sit at the edge and further directing my exact position. Then she readjusted to a new position and pulled one of my legs up to her shoulder, exposing me to her attentions.

She worked me all over and around. Her fingers found their way inside me, seeking my prostate. In combination with her oral attention, it drove me crazy. And I can cum fast in this position. I may know her body better than my own, but she definitely has my number, too.

Pressure built from behind, and I started to climax. My wife stopped cold and waited a little bit for me to calm, then began again. This time, she drove me to the end, capturing my fluid in her mouth. Apparently, she wanted to ensure we protected the room too.

My love’s lips and tongue continued to suck and swirl, and I could barely hold in my sounds. She finally pulled away, kissing my leg. I felt wasted and greatly relieved. She tossed my underwear to me, and once I crawl into bed, she tucks me in with a kiss before going to wash up.

Finally, we were both able to sleep—except she was way over there in her twin bed, and “I Missed Her” already. I got up and swung the foot of my bed over toward hers. The head of the beds remained separated by other furniture.

Without a word from me, she saw my plan unfolding. She got up so I could lever her bed toward mine. We simultaneously flipped our pillows from one end to the other and climb back in bed. Our hands connect as we stare into each other’s eyes like we used to do when we were dating.

Eventually, her eyes closed. I hoped she’d dream of us. I pray thanks to the Lord for all the blessings in my life, especially for a wife who loves me so much—and a clean guest room.

I love my wife…