I got up out of bed, pussy still thrumming from the delicious mini-fuck my husband had administered as a means of waking me up for the day. My clit was still swollen and excited, and the juices had started flowing, making for quite an arousing sensation as I walked around the house, picking up a few toys and making breakfast for the kids.

Having gotten that business out of the way, I pulled on my shorts, t-shirt and sneakers and headed out to the gym. While pushing myself hard on the elliptical machine, I couldn't escape the image of Jim over me, thrusting into me with no protection whatsoever, bedroom door standing wide open... the spontaneity and danger of the moment were even more exciting after the fact.

My pussy continued to ache for the rest of the day, hungering for the thorough fucking Jim had promised me was coming later. It was all I could do to wait until nightfall to get the kids dressed and tucked into bed, so eager was I to discover what he had in store for me. 

I got up straight from supper and put my diaphragm in so that as soon as the kids fell asleep there would be no delay before we could be together. Both kids showed remarkable staying power for as little napping as they had done during the day, but once they finally went to sleep neither Jim nor I seemed the least bit rushed to get to bed. We each brushed our teeth and peed, sharing that casual spousal intimacy that is so comfortable. 

It was this comfort with one another that had led to something of a dull streak in our sex life, along with the day-to-day weariness of caring for two young kids, working long days, and just dealing with the drudgeries of life.

I knew we must have the potential for so much more, though. Jim may have been 43 years old, but he was still as responsive as ever and had grown to be a seasoned lover with all the wonderful gifts of patience and restraint that brings. 

I, on the other hand, was a lusty young thing of 33, just coming into my sexual prime. In my 20s I had scoffed at such a notion, refusing to believe that I could ever like sex more than I did then. But then I had children and came to realize just how deeply I could experience my womanhood. Pregnancy and childbirth had tuned me into my body's rhythms and capabilities, which had enhanced my enjoyment of sex in a way that I simply had never imagined possible. Along with my newfound appreciation of my body came a redoubled enthusiasm for sex. It was not an exaggeration to say that I walked around in a nearly *constant* state of arousal.

So there I was, watching Jim pull off his pants and wondering just what he might surprise me with that night. We climbed into bed together and chatted comfortably while I lazily ran my hand over his chest and tummy and up under his shirt, lightly brushing his nipples. 

Soon his erection grew evident in his white briefs and conversation faded away as I stroked him through the soft cotton. Without a word, he lifted his hips and I deftly pulled his undies down and released his beautiful dick from its confinement. I worked the briefs down to his knees and he cooperatively pulled his feet out of them. I dropped them off the foot of the bed, removed my own cotton nightie, and lay down next to Jim. We kissed for another while, allowing our hands to play over each other’s bodies, finding our own favorite, familiar spots.

He then sat up, pulled off his t-shirt, and, supporting himself on one elbow, pulled me towards him as he kissed me more deeply. I responded in kind, opening and yielding, and moaning my pleasure softly. 

Jim lifted my full breast in his hand, fondling its weight and softness. He gently kissed my nipple and blew lightly on it, watching the sensitive skin of my areola pucker in response. As my nipple hardened into an erect little button, he circled it with his tongue and gently took it into his mouth. Knowing that my breasts were subjected to much abuse throughout the day at the hands, mouth, and teeth of our toddler, he suckled ever so gently and elicited a gasp of appreciation at his tenderness. I ran my hands through his thick, salt-and-pepper-sprinkled hair, ran a foot down the length of his calf, and relished the feeling of his naked skin against mine.
 
Jim nuzzled my neck for a moment and then moved over me. I opened myself to him and he positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy. He pushed forward into me and I pulled my legs back, opening wide and rocking my hips upward to meet his initial thrusts. I savored the feeling of being filled by him, his familiar, masculine scent surrounding me. I buried my face in his hairy chest and flicked my tongue lightly at the base of his throat. 

After a decent start pumping away at me from on top, he pulled up and reminded me, "I believe you had a request for tonight, no?" 

And I surely had. The night before, I had been bathing the kids when he came in to get the baby out of the tub. I looked up at him with a peevish expression on my face and asked, "Jim? Do we have a date for tomorrow night?"

"Why, sure," he smiled down at me, knowingly. "What did you have in mind?"

Under my breath, so that our 5-year-old wouldn't hear me as she happily splashed and squealed with her baby sister, I said, "I want you to take me from behind. At least for a little while," and grinned naughtily.

"I think that can be arranged." 

"Goody!! Now, here!" I held the baby up to him. He wrapped her in a towel and carted her off to get her diapered and dressed in her PJs for the night.

Fast forward 24 hours and some change, and there he was, on his knees, watching me curl around under him to get on all fours. The sight of his engorged member, wet with my copious juices, was something of a distraction, though. I crawled over to his crotch and took him deep into my mouth, tasting myself along his entire length. I reached up with one hand and softly cupped his balls while I fucked him with my mouth for a few moments and then pulled away.

"Mmm," I smiled. "We taste good!"

Turning over onto my hands and knees, I backed up to him, but it was difficult for him to get positioned right and keep his balance at the same time. Determinedly, he got off the bed and commanded me, "You. Get over *here*."

Obediently and eagerly, I moved to the edge of the bed and resumed my hands-and-knees position. Within two seconds, he was behind me and plunging deep into my cunt with long, filling strokes that stimulated nerves that I had forgotten existed. It had been years since he had fucked me from behind, and the novel sensations heightened my arousal and made him feel *much* bigger inside me than usual. 

To keep from sliding forward, I got a firm grip of the sheet, hunkered down onto my elbows, and hooked my feet over the edge of the bed. This enabled me to push back onto his cock and drive him even deeper into me. I tossed my hair over one shoulder and looked back at him. He was holding onto my hips with both hands and fucking me hard and deep, taking his pleasure in me. For the moment I was no one's mother nor a wife: I was simply a wanton whore desiring nothing more than a big, hard dick to fill my sopping wet cunt. It was delicious.

Jim pulled out once again and turned my hips over so that I was lying on my back. "I'm gonna fuck you on the bed again," he announced, and I opened to him once more. He had found his rhythm and was driving into me over and over again. With every thrust, I could feel my clit swelling and the nerves of my pussy awakening and beginning to purr with pleasure. 

But I was only just beginning the ascent to my own climax when I felt the undeniable swelling of his organ inside me and the intensity of his earnest thrusts into me. "Ready or not..." he warned. And although feeling him strain and shudder into me as I felt his hot seed fill me up was tremendously erotic and gratifying, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment – that that had been my one shot at an orgasm with him for the week. I guessed my turn would have to wait until the next Saturday night, if we could manage it -- there were never any guarantees. But still, I had just been thoroughly fucked by the man I loved. That thought would be arousing enough to get me off for the next week, easily, not to mention the exquisite memory of having been taken from behind like a bitch in heat.

He took his final few strokes into me. I wrapped myself around him and pulled him in deeply, kissed his shoulder, lightly raked my nails down his back, and finished by taking two handfuls of his ass and squeezing with gusto.

Jim withdrew from my squelching pussy with a groaning sigh and threw himself back onto his pillow with an air of finality. I twisted over to retrieve one of the washcloths I'd thoughtfully set on the bedside table, tucked it around his penis to help clean up some of the wetness, and then curled up into the crook of his shoulder affectionately.

"Thank you," I said, appreciative of the attention he had paid to my special request for the evening. 

"Thank *you*," he replied. 

I hooked my leg over his thigh and couldn't help but gyrate a little -- I was still quite aroused and beginning to wonder when I might excuse myself to let him fall asleep while I stole away to give myself some much-needed release. 

But for the moment, I preferred to lie there in his arms. It felt like we never got to do that anymore, not without one or the other -- or both! -- of the kids crawling on us or pestering us for attention. We used to fall asleep snuggled up like that, each warming the other against the chill autumn air coming in through the open window. For the past 6 years, though, I had either been pregnant or had been surrounded by a barricade of pillows and a baby nestled next to me. It hadn't been my intention to create distance between us, but the demands of parenthood had pulled us away from one another. 

Our Saturday night "dates" were the one chance we afforded ourselves to get the kids to bed a little early and stay up a little later with one another. I would put the baby to sleep on a futon in her bedroom where just in the past couple of months she'd started to sleep soundly for an hour or two before needing to join us in our bed. It had taken *months* to get to this point, and we had realized just how much we'd been missing our "grown-up" time together over the years.

So it was with a sense of sincere appreciation that we both enjoyed the uninterrupted quiet and chatted comfortably with one another again. Jim told me of the funny things that Katie, our 5-year-old, had done while I was gone to the gym, and I asked him about things at work, trying to keep abreast of the projects he was working on and how he felt about them. All the while, I was running my hand over his chest and tummy, loving their furriness and soft but substantial warmth.

After a bit, I propped myself up on one arm as he continued talking. I pressed my breasts against his chest and kissed his other shoulder, licked lightly at one of his nipples, nuzzled his chest, and nibbled at his ribs. I straddled his thigh just above his knee and used my tongue to tickle him at his sensitive hip joint -- that delicious, hairless spot that always made him squirm. My attentions turned a bit less playful, though, as I inched closer to his groin. I pulled away the washcloth draped over him and took his softening penis into my mouth.

He tasted of his own salty come mingled with my tangy juices. It was a treat to be able to savor them together like that. My clit was still swollen and sensitive. His come had provided plenty of lubrication so that even the hairs on his leg against my slit sent exquisite sensations through me. His cock was hardening in my mouth and my own excitement was building once again. And then, it dawned on me that I might still be able to get an orgasm yet!

I looked up at him, smiled, and threw my leg across his hips. "You just lie back and enjoy yourself. I'm gonna pleasure myself with your dick, if you don't mind."

"Go right ahead!" Ever the gentleman, my Jim. 

So once again, his cock was in my pussy, and although it wasn't as big and hard as it had been the first time around, its firm flexibility was sending electrifying jolts through my highly sensitized pussy. The feeling was utterly enthralling. There was no doubt in my mind that it would be just a matter of a few minutes of rocking back and forth on him before I came, so that's exactly what I did.

Savoring each twinge and tingle, I moved ever so slowly back and forth on him, following my own rhythm and literally using him simply to pleasure myself. It was a heady feeling and very soon I felt the pleasure beginning to build, threatening to inundate me. It came upon me slowly, as if from a distance, and when the crest of the first wave broke over me, I could hear myself calling out Jim's name, crying, "Oh, fuck! Yessss!!" and moaning from deep within. 

It was a long, overwhelming orgasm, and afterwards I felt *completely* satisfied, and perhaps a bit self-conscious. Jim had been watching me closely the entire time, and when I opened my eyes, he was looking thoroughly amused and rather pleased with himself.

"What? Are *you* still here?" I asked jokingly. We both laughed because that was a perfectly apt summary of the moment. Jim didn't really seem to mind in the least being used in such a fashion, though.

I lifted myself off of Jim's still erect cock and just couldn't help myself -- I leaned down over him and took it into my mouth once more. This time, my own flavor was the more prominent, and I lovingly treated his dick to a deep, cleansing kiss. Suddenly, he put his hand on my head to stop me, and said, "I think I heard Genna."

"Oh," I said, disappointed. I had been enjoying myself. I made to gather up my nightgown and put my glasses back on, but when I unlocked the bedroom door and listened, the house was still silent. 

"Fuck it," I said. 

Leaving the door open so I would hear when the baby truly DID stir, I bounded back into bed and spooned up behind Jim. We fell asleep curled together, just as we used to when we were first lovers. It was the perfect way to end an evening to be remembered for a long time to come.
