My wife and I climbed into bed the other night, tired and ready for sleep. We had been flirting and playing all day, but sexy times happening was a 50/50 chance. We always always stay up for a few minutes when we climb into bed and pay attention to each other no matter what has transpired during the day. Sometimes it is chatting while we lightly pet each other and smooch (ew, cooties!). Sometimes the petting is heavier and the smoochin’ is heavier, sometimes it’s just a few quick pecks. I have had the deepest and most vulnerable conversations with this woman, who I adore, lying in the bed next to me with our faces inches away from each other. I have also had the greatest and worst sex of my life with her, but still after all of these years sex seems like an exploration of our bodies and boundaries. This night was no different.
We started out chatting with occasional kisses here and there as our hands rubbed across our bodies. My hands are rubbing from her lower back down across her thicc booty and even lower until I am grabbing her ass right where that magical crease is and it turns into her thighs. That night we started on her side of the bed because she won a little game that we play called “Come to Me.” The game is simple really and it’s a little like calling “shotgun.” Once both parties are in the bed the first one to open their arms wide and say “come to me” get to be the host, and the other person has to come over to their side of the bed and slide into that warm embrace, legs entangled and arms wrapped. I secretly love losing, and I will never ever tell her. When I lose my face ends up between her breasts and my leg ends up in between her legs. I love the feeling of her pussy riding on my thigh. It’s not always a high-energy-grinding thing, but the feeling of that warm special place just laying on my leg is something comforting. I feel at peace.
The light pecks start to turn into heavier more desperate kissing and the chatting about our day has stopped completely. Our mouths are now too busy trying to devour each other. Pecks turned into kisses, kisses turned into making out, and making has turned into lip biting and tongue wrestling. L’s hand snakes down in between us and she grabs my cock, stroking it softly and rotating her hand around the head. I was hotter than I realized before coming to bed.
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It’s no surprise that I was hornier than I thought. This was actually our third session in a day. The first session was an unfinished blowjob during a lunch-break (man, I love working from home!). Stoopid lunch break ended before I did and I had to join a meeting :(
The second session I may have attacked her after she got out of the shower and was getting dressed. The kid was outside with a neighbor kid. I heard her get out of the shower and walk down the hallway to the bedroom. I played it cool until I heard the door close. When I heard that I zipped down the hallway and busted up in the bedroom like Cosmo Kramer! L was standing next to the bed holding a tank top in her hands. She knew the danger she was in; it’s her own fault, I blame her 100%. Luckily I am feeling pretty aggressive at this point and kind of just body-check her until she falls on the bed. I drop to my knees beside the bed and dive straight for her freshly cleaned pussy. She smells lightly of soap and puss. Flattening my tongue I start working on her from her rosebud to her clit, she whimpers each time I make it to the top, she wants me to pay her clit some special attention. I want to edge her a little before I let her cum. After I have her right where I want her, I tease her pink rosebud for a few seconds, then lap up any and all juices from inside her pussy. It’s time. I start to pay attention to her favorite place in the world changing speeds, directions, and intensities until she comes. L is loving it, with the kid outside for the time being she can be more vocal. She is more vocal, which is better for me. It let’s me know what is working the best, and what to continue. L comes three times before we hear the front door open to announce the arrival of the cock-blocker.
We get up and get dinner on the table. The little cock-blocker wants to watch Kill Bill Volume 1 for the first time and she’s getting older.
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L and I have been exploring some new things during lock down and our newest fascination is hard nipple play. She has discovered that she really really likes it when I am a little rough with her nipples. I have discovered that I like to straight up chew on her. I see this as a win/win! I start on her neck and ears with some light chewing and move down to her breasts, biting and chewing her her like I am working on taffy. When I get to her nipples she is moaning louder than she should be, but we can’t stop. She takes control and rolls over on top of me. Giving both of my hands access to her body as she grinds her cunt on my cock. It’s hot and now I am the one who is impatient. I am enjoying the hot-dogging, but I want, nay NEED, to feel her pussy split with my dick. Angles are changed, bodies are situated until I feel the head of my cock enter her in a slow and deliberate penetration. There really is no other feeling in the world that comes close to that first penetration. Even though I sometimes have a fantasy or two about sharing her with another man, I am at my core happy that I am the only one that gets that treasure. She fits me perfectly and I would have it no other way.
L switches between bouncing on me and grinding. I switch between holding her hip and thrusting up in her and grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples hard. Every time I pinch her nipples I can feel her pussy clench up on my dick. The trick, for us at least, is a hard pinch that lasts no more than a second or two then a release. We get a touch of the pain and then the exaltation of coming down from that pain. It’s all about the hills and valleys, my friends. After L comes the second time while she is riding me, I roll us over. I am close and she is still hovering between orgasms.
I am close to coming and know that I only have a few minutes left. I enter her again and have my arms above her shoulders, I don’t want her sliding anywhere. I need maximum thrusting power if we are going to break the atmosphere and make it to space. L’s hips are meeting my thrusts as a slowly long-stroke into her. She’s whimpering again and is not totally conscious at this point. I don’t think I am either. I think we both went to that place where the chatty front part of our brains have turned off and we are pure physical nerve endings and desires. I can feel that salty(?) tingle somewhere between my belly and my balls. The slow grinding thrusts have now turned into slamming. Some part of me is aware of the slapping sounds our bodies are making as we are rutting and plowing into each other as hard as we can. I am perfectly average down below in size, but tonight it feels like I driving 12 inches of cock into her and she is my one and only true cum slut, waiting for my cream pie like a starving orphan.
My final thrust is as hard as I can make it. I drive down into her, pinning her pussy to the bed, and grind my pelvis into her clit. We both come that final time in an explosion that left us gasping for oxygen.
Once we come down from coming, we look at each other in the pale light and giggle like teenagers who have just discovered an orgasm. L and I finished our fuck-fest with more making out and words of endearment. I roll over and pass out.
That was 3 nights ago and we are still talking about it. We’ve been together for 15 years now, and sometimes it still feels like the first time. Cue Madonna.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mcynhg/from_quick_pecks_to_rutting_mf