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 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.