You are in our room, in our bed, when I come upstairs. Naked on your back, the covers pulled to the side. You seem passive though we both know you are not. I expect you are fighting a smile in your erotic, lewd pose, all my attention drifting down to the dark bush that conceals your cunt.
I am soon naked too, my cock raging hard. I am vain enough to sometimes admire it sticking out when I catch my profile in the tall mirror in the corner of the room and I know I am displaying it to you, knowing how you—I hope—admire it.
You spread your legs, neither of us having yet spoken, and I can see the hint of your cunt through the hair in the late afternoon light. You spread yourself wider, and there is room enough for me to get between your legs, kneeling and then squatting back so my ass reaches my heels and I am in a kind of yoga pose. Husband satisfying wife?
I lean forward, spreading you with my hands, my face, my mouth, my lips lowering as I open you fully and then the tip of that tongue makes its first, glorious contact with your labia. It is wet, or at least moist as my mind wonders how long before I came home your fingers have been preparing yourself, your cunt.
That time is past, though, as I lap up and down along the soft ridges. Of your cunt.
Your discipline is beginning to abandon you and your stomach begins to rock up and down, just slightly as yet and in rhythm with your breathing. Now your ass joins as I wrap my arms beneath your thighs to spread you wider as I plow my face into you. Your cunt.
My cock is hard as it always is when I am with you, resting on my upper thighs but of no immediate concern of mine as I taste you. Take you.
Your hands are now grasping the top of my head, pulling me closer, but gently, into you as my tongue alternates between your labia and your clit, the tips of my…fingers kneading your ass cheeks so I can maintain our connection, my connection with your cunt.
I am lost in this tiny bit of our world, your cunt and my tongue, and I can hear you beg to the ceiling, “eat me, eat me.” Somehow you pull my head closer.
Suddenly you push my head from your cunt. “In me, in me,” you say. I see the condom you’ve placed on the side table and it is quickly on me. You run your hand along my length to ensure that it’s secure.
I adjust my legs, now fully on my knees with my cock extending toward you. You hold it and direct it down to your opening. I shimmy lower as you pull me and then release me to enter your cunt. Tempted as I am, I do so slowly, my arms stretched out to either side of your waist as I lower myself and when my cock is all the way in your cunt and our hairs are mingling as I lower my body down over your perfect tits, lower, lower and then our lips meet and your hands are again on the back of my head and pulling me towards you as our tongues meet and dance and I begin to plow my cock out and then back into your cunt as you lift your knees to stabilize yourself in our glorious fuck.
I need to push my face from you, to breathe and position myself to gaze into your eyes, and we are locked together there, too, The perfection of the fuck.
It can’t last long and it doesn’t. I slow, a bit of a tease to both of us, but your hands are again pulling my ass, and with it my cock back inside you. Two, three times we do this but neither of us can hold back anymore and I rock my ass and cock faster and faster, too fast for you to maintain your hold on me and your hands move up to lay on my back as you give me free rein to fuck you, harder and harder.
“Shit,” you say. “I’m coming,” you say. This is the trigger yet again for me and I explode inside you as you spasm till you push me from your cunt. From you.