Sometimes after the wife and I have good sex, I write about it and text it to her or send it to her in email. Here’s what I sent last Wednesday. The sex was a few days prior.
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You knew it was coming. It’d been too long, I’d been sexting you. You dressed slutty for work that day, just like I had asked. You even asked me later if your outfit was acceptable.
Kids in bed, lights out, we both crawl under the covers, and I, immediately on top of you. You wrapped your arms around my neck. Like I said, you were ready for me. My hands glide all over your body, my tongue finds your lips, then neck, then nipple. You pull me close with your legs, grinding my cock over your already swollen clit. Then you reach down to remove my boxes, and I do the same to your shorts. I hover above your, admiring your body, while you stroke my shaft, eventually guiding me into your pussy. Slow and steady at first, when I need a break, I shift my focus to your tits. Licking, kissing sucking and biting. Eventually I go down on you, spreading your pussy open open so I can taste you at your rawest. Your body squirms and you pull my hair when I touch you where you’re most sensitive. I slowly work my way down to your asshole. Your back arches with every flicker of my tongue.