Summer 2012, we visited my wife’s hometown, with our kids in tow. It had been a whirlwind few days of meeting friends and family, doing touristy things, and we’d had zero time for anything sexual besides some sneaky making out and groping when we had a few seconds to ourselves. She’d confessed that she really needed to get fucked ASAP. I agreed wholeheartedly, but the time and space eluded us.
One night we wound up sitting on a huge sectional in her aunt and uncle’s finished basement having put the kids to bed, watching the 2012 Summer Olympics. We were surrounded by about a dozen people, mostly her very closest friends from home, along with a pair of female cousins in their early twenties. Everybody else was in their thirties.
I was sort of slumped down next to her with my arm around her waist, and she was wearing a sundress, with no panties. Over time, I let the hand on her side slide lower and lower, millimeter by millimeter, until I was cupping her ass. When she realized where I was heading, she started sort of pushing back against my arm, wiggling around, trying to keep me out. But I was undeterred and kept working at it until I got my hand beneath her and had direct access.
I only used one finger, and very shallow, but when I penetrated her she shot me this look of surprise that I’ll never forget.