My wife is bored, and I know this because a few nights ago as we slunk into our oversize pajamas after putting our beautiful children to bed, she told me so.
“God I miss feeling like a woman.”
I was supposed to pick the kids up today, but I showed up empty handed.
Of course, her first concern was for the children, but I asked my mother for a favor. I told her it was handled while I silenced her protests with my mouth, slowly guiding her towards the kitchen wall.
I slid one hand around her waist and turned her so that she was facing the wall, my other hand finding its way into her hair. Gently, I pulled her head back as I pressed my erection against her ass and bit at her neck. My other hand found its way up her shirt and rolled her nipple between my fingertips. The sound that escaped her mouth can only be described as a whimper as her hips pressed back against mine.
I held her there for a moment, teasing with my hand and my mouth before I allowed her to turn and wrap her legs around me. We found our footing and I buried myself inside her and we both gasped with shock. She was light and I rocked her against the wall until I grew more hungry.
The island in the kitchen was simply asking for it. Slowly I lowered her from the wall and cradled her face in my hands as I kissed her. I took my time, exploring her jawline and caressing her breasts. I bent her over the counter and let my hands linger on her nipples, pinching and rolling before I finally allowed myself to enter her again.
One of my hands found its way into her hair again and the other held her breast as I pulled her head back and buried myself again and again.
“Please, please, please” she began to plead. “Please. Please. Please.”
This only served to excite me and I dipped my head into her neck.
“What do you want baby, tell me”
“Please, please, please.”
My wife could not tell me what she wanted but I knew. I pulled her hair just a little further back and pinched her nipple a little harder as I forced every millimeter of myself into her at full strength.
The ensuing cries indicated I had given her what she wanted. She collapsed onto the kitchen floor, her chest splotchy, face flushed and hair completely wrecked. She did not move, only shook for a moment and then looked at me hungrily.
“Your turn…”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9s50c8/romancing_my_wife_short_sweet_and_to_the_point
Finally some action , loved it