10 years together and the sex still rocks (M/F)

I know, I know, a lot of the stories on here are “hot” stories about hookups, fantasies come true, and other “naughty” deeds, but I’ve been married for almost 10 years, and I just wanted to share a story that–hopefully–can show that married sex can still rock your world.

So my wife and I have been together for nine years. We married relatively young, and so are both just now in our early 30s. We’ve had two kids, bought a house, basically hit all the major adult milestones.

About my wife–I really lucked into it. When we met in college, I’ll be honest, she was kind of nerdy (wore Batman shirts and glasses), but she knew how to have fun, and her personality could be really loud and she never took shit from anyone. And I loved it. She was unassumingly quite hot. She usually hid it under rather baggy clothing, and never really got dressed up, so I feel like a lot of people missed out on it.

She’s one of those women that really matures with age. It’s corny to say it, but as she’s gotten older, she’s gotten even hotter. I’ll straight up say it, she’s probably out of my league, but she loves me and our marriage is outstanding. This is basically the proof that nice guys do (sometimes) win.

Anyways, our sexual lives are still quite active. Kids sometimes derail spontaneity and so our sex tends to me more “scheduled” but whatever, it still happens, and it’s really enjoyable.

But this weekend we went without our kids to a wedding. Two nights in a hotel, just us and a king-size bed. The first night, we had good sex. She climaxed, I climaxed, it was a good time, but the entire weekend, it was just like–I was so turned on to her. Maybe it was because, without worrying about our kids around, she was more willing to openly tease and walk around in her undies without shame, but all day Saturday, she had me in a tizzy. Unfortunately for me–we had a wedding to go to. The wedding was great. They provided shuttle service to and from the venue, so it was license for us to just let loose, drink with friends and have a great time.

We both drank quite a bit, but neither of us we really drunk, just at that point where you’re loose and fun. We grabbed the shuttle back to the hotel at the end of the night and took a spot in the backseat. There were probably 7 other people in the shuttle, but we were the only ones in the back. Everyone was chatting and talking about the fun we had when all of the sudden, I feel a hand on my crotch. And then rubbing. I look over at my wife and she’s looking right at me, hunger in her eyes, knowing exactly what she’s doing. We engage in a really really deep kiss, tongue and all (which, at this point for us, is fairly rare). She keeps coming back for more, and I cannot possibly wait to get back to the hotel.

The drive is about 10 minutes and after we finish our kissing session, I slide a hand under her dress. The dress she’s wearing is killer. Just plain black, slight lacing at the shoulders, but just above her knees. I reach under and touch her and realize that she is dripping wet. She gasps just slightly, but not loud enough to arouse suspicion and it’s clear that this is really getting her going.

We finally arrive at the hotel and get off the shuttle, we head up to our floor with some friends, hug them goodnight, and proceed down the hallway to our room. I slid the key in the door, it opens and she takes my hand into the room. I don’t even have time to take off my shoes when she’s dragging me to the bed.

“You have to take off your pants, right now,” she says as she undoes my belt as I simultaneously try to kick off my shoes. I’m standing there in my dress shirt, tie, and sweater as she falls down on the bed. Not even taking the time to take off her dress, I’m pulling off her panties and raising her dress up above her hips. I offer to warm her up with my mouth but she says, “Oh there’s no need for that” and guided me into her. She gasped as I fully entered her. At this point, I’m standing off the edge of the bed as she’s still laying on it. I wrap my arms around her and pick her up off the bed. Now, this is not a move I typically engage in, but man, it sounded great at the time.

I look over into the mirror to admire my handiwork and see her face in total enjoyment as she pants. Her arms are around my neck, with her legs around my waist as my hands are cupping her ass. I can feel the whole of my dick in her and my wife is nibbling on my ear saying “oh my god, fuck me…fuck me.”

I stumble back onto the bed and she keeps her legs wrapped around me. By this point I have my feet off the ground and am on top of her as she is trying to stifle her loud moans. I put her legs into the air, stand back off the bed and slow down my pace a bit.

Now most of the time, my wife gets off orally. I don’t know if I have a special knack for it, but it usually doesn’t take long for her to get off when I’m using my mouth. But I can just tell that tonight is going to go fine just doing what we’re doing. She’s starting to tell me to go harder. “You have to go harder…oh my god…please go harder.”

My wife is very petite, and I’m astonished that she’s wanting it this hard. I come back onto the bed, angling myself for maximum penetration. Her fingernails dig into my back to the point I’m pretty sure she’s going to draw blood. She pulls herself up onto me and is meeting my thrusts with some of her own. Finally, I hear her starting to whimper (not like a sad whimper, but just like little high pitch squeaks) which means she’s almost there. I keep thrusting and thrusting when she yells out, “I’m cumming. Holy shit. I’m cumming.” By this point I’m totally off the ground, her legs are in the air, and I swear I’m going like I’ve never gone before. She tenses up and I feel her body shudder in orgasm. At this point, I'm not sure if she wants to take a break, so I kind of just keep doing what I'm doing, albeit slower. Finally I hear her say “I want you to cum baby.”

I pull out, flip her over, and plant my feet back on the ground. She puts her face into the bed with her arms out and her magnificent butt in the air. I pull it down just to match where I’m standing and enter her from behind. For being so petite, my wife has just an outstanding butt. Like, underwear has difficulty containing it, and the sight is just magnificent. Her spread cheeks, her perfect butthole, I swear it was created just for me. Each thrust, her butt just jiggles so slightly.

It was sort of a funny sight, looking down and seeing my dick popping out from a dress shirt and tie. And I know I’m not going to last long. Eventually she pops up on her hands, thrusting back on to me and meeting each of my vigorous thrusts with her own, still moaning her little moans. She reaches back to touch and grab my legs and I grab her hips and moving them down to her perfect ass and spank it. “Shit, I'm going to cum babe” I feel myself building and finally take one last thrust into her and shoot myself all inside her (no worries, I had a vasectomy). I wait until I’m totally finish and slowly withdraw from her, collapsing on the bed next to her.

“Wow”

“Yeah, wow.”

Some people seeing having to fuck the same person for the rest of your life as a drawback, but I am really perfectly content with that.

We shared a laugh, both proud of our work, but also at our acting like horned up little high schoolers. We finally undressed, changed into our pajamas, and then watched college football the rest of the evening from our bed. And I’m laying there just so freaking thankful that this girl saw something in me too 10 years ago. Tomorrow, we’ll go back to parenting, back to our busy lives, and our sex will probably have to go back to being a little more scheduled, but this is a weekend we probably won’t forget anytime soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3r98y0/10_years_together_and_the_sex_still_rocks_mf