[FM] That married life. 2

My husband fell asleep with the baby and I went into the bedroom to wake him up so he could get dressed for bed. He looked so adorable curled around the testiment of our love. I slipped my hand under his hoodie and rubbed his side to wake him up. His eyes flickered and I whispered to him that he should get ready for bed. He was taking some time to come back to being awake and I rubbed the tops of his thighs. He showed no sign of recognition or willingness to rise so I gave him a kiss and left him be.

I headed back out to the couch to read as usual and after a while I heard him rustling around the house getting ready for bed. He headed to me for a goodnight kiss. His lips are so surprisingly soft and plump. He always sends a little more warmth than what comes naturally though his lips. It warms my whole body.

“We must be getting old.” I whispered.

“Why?” He asked confused.

“We went the whole weekend without having sex.” Another kiss. “Did you want to have sex now?” Kiss. I begged him to tell me what he had in mind but it was clear as he was still hovering over me. A tingle started at my breasts and went down my soft belly and between my legs as he refused to answer. He got up left. I’m not sure for what, and I pleaded, “You’re leaving now?! You’re sending tingles down by body!” He reappeared and started walking back towards me and another tingle went down my body. He sat down on the couch next to me and I flipped my body to straddle him. My favorite position. I frequently sit on him like this sexually or not.

We kissed, slow at first, every touch of our lips sending jolts down my body. I moved down his cheek to his ear, his favorite spot, and nibbled his earlobe. I suddenly wanted nothing else but to be naked and feel him rise against me. I start taking off his clothes but we always play a game of who can keep on their clothes the longest. He can see I’m not messing around this time though and assists me.

I wasn’t quick enough he’s already mostly errect but I rub myself on him anyways. I’m wet but not dripping so it takes a minute to get all the way in and each push brings more warmth up my exposed back till we are finally in. I’m still straddled across his lap, sucking on his ear and grinding. Once I really get him going he flips me over and takes over, thrusting with care and desire.

Eventually he turns me around, reverse cowgirl style, which gives me freedom to bring out my toy. My orgasm comes and makes it so I can no longer move. He delicately picks me up and places me on the couch on my side with my legs closed to the side. He comes up behind me and trys to push in but I’m very tight post orgasm and even tighter with my legs closed, but I’m sure hes aware of all that. Once everything is settled he takes a few test thrusts then lets loose. It’s so much for me. I’m barely holding on. My experience is not quite an orgasm but near. I can tell he’s getting close so I peek though my hair to watch his face. The mixture of determination and pleasure painted to look almost like pain. He’s expression hops around, never settling till he finally collapses on me.

We stay that way till we can breathe. Enjoying the cuddles we don’t get in bed with the baby between us. He leaves to clean up and I find my toy and work myself with it again while he’s gone. He comes back and slips on his pants and kneels besides me. He’s asking if he can help me. We do this sometimes if I’m having a hard time reaching orgasm during sex. Tonight though, I didn’t want assistance and turned off my toy. He kissed me goodnight, told me not to stay up late and shuffled off to bed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bahhyq/fm_that_married_life_2