Do You Have Plans for the Coming Day?
I started a new management job in a remote mining town right before the economic crisis began. It meant leaving behind a new house we had built just three years prior. The pay was significantly better, so my wife wouldn't have to work. We didn't know anyone in the area, so it was just the two of us relying on each other. We were in our early 40s and quite content.
My wife is not only beautiful, but she exudes class. She stands at 5 feet 8 inches tall and has curves in all the right places. I'm tall, dark, and happy. We found a beach house and life was good.
The kids quickly settled into their new school, and I into my job. My wife had more free time on her hands and even started reading. I managed to buy her a new little car with the increased salary.
As a married couple, we had sex every two to three weeks. While foreplay had been off the table since our wedding, anal was a regular occurrence. Wifey wouldn't initiate, but generally enjoyed participating and expected me to take the lead.
One particular evening, after we put the kids to bed, Honey casually asked if I was available the following day. I saw nothing out of the ordinary and explained that I had a telephone hookup with a government regulator in the morning. However, the rest of the day was clear, and I suggested working from home if needed.
She grabbed my hand and slid it into her undergarments. Her increased wetness was evident. "I'm really into this book. I'm on fire and could use a good, hard pounding," she said.
I offered my services immediately, but she insisted on waiting until the following day.
The next morning, we had breakfast together, and I informed my assistant that I'd be working from home. With the kids ready for school, Honey expressed a desire to drive her smaller car, which I was okay with.
We dropped the children off at the same church school. Then, as we drove home, I questioned her about the need for her car. "My car is smaller, so we're closer together and more easily within reach," she said. She then guided my hand back into her underwear. For the next 30 minutes, I entertained her, causing her great pleasure.
When we returned home, I parked the car and opened the door. Honey slid her seat back a little, and we both exited the vehicle. As we walked into the house, she rubbed my backside and squeezed my thighs. I was ready to go; I had even canceled my scheduled meeting earlier.
Honey, still in her red dress, told me to take the meeting and speak with my team. "I'll take a long bath, shave my legs, and draw a bath. I'll call you when I'm ready," she said.
The meeting was dull and uneventful. Afterward, I responded to some emails while waiting for Honey to call me. I had no idea what was taking her so long.
Around 11:00 a.m., my phone rang. Honey called from upstairs, saying she was ready.
I logged off the computer and headed upstairs to refreshments and the bedroom.
Honey lay in bed, covered in a sheet with her head resting on her pillow. Her long, curly, light brown hair was fully blow-dried, and her make-up was impeccable. She'd also shaved her legs and bathed in a pleasant-smelling product. She looked like a goddess.
"You're a bit overdressed," I hened her.
I took off my clothes and slid into bed. We embraced, and our tongues danced. While kissing her and caressing her body, my hands came into contact with a matching black lace bra and underpants she was wearing.
"Do you like them?" she asked. I indicated my approval by putting her hand on my engorged penis.
She wore the black lace bra but had slipped out her 36C breasts. We'd never done this before. Her legs felt like silk.
I moved my hands, continuing to caress her body. Honey moaned loudly, riding the wave of her orgasm. As she shook and squeezed my ears with her thighs, I couldn't help but taste her heart-shaped mound.
Honey exclaimed, "Just fuck me, please!"
She remained in the missionary position, just receiving, still wearing her black bra. Her nipples slid around freely. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. Honey got into position, so I did the dirty deed.
She was so worked up that as I gently stroked her inner thighs, BAM! She experienced another orgasm.
She slides down the bed, and I inch upward a bit. After three deliveries through C-section and my vasectomy, we're aware that she's snug as a newly minted engine, eliminating the necessity for contraception.
I slide in fully. Honey's eyes widen, giving me the indication to wait while she gets used to the 7-inch penetration. I receive a smile and nod in approval.
I'm told, "Rough love, please."
I'm content with tenderness, affection, or offering a hard thrust. This was an intense back-and-forth that left her squirming underneath me, relishing the experience. Soon, I address her to cease her movements to prevent me from climaxing. This speeded up her actions. I reached the threshold and pulled out, coating her heart-shaped region with cum.
We paused, and Honey scurried to the attached bathroom for a damp towel. She returned and handed me a glass of juice.
"That was enjoyable. It's time for round two," she said.
To play along, I allowed her to clean me with the damp towel. Then I began by gently rolling her nipples with my fingers. Stepping up the pressure, I tugged her breasts while feeling the entire mound, making her nipples taut. I followed by wrapping my lips around each nipple and using my teeth and tongue to give them a biting and sucking massage, making them stand out even more, and my excitement heightened too.
She eased me onto my back and straddled me. Ah, the tightness! You can't compare it. So, we tried the cowgirl position. Missionary and doggy are the standard positions, so this was a fresh, awesome experience. Honey was gyrating on top of me, and we both adored it. I allowed her to take control of the activities now. After a while, she climbed off to assume the reverse cowgirl stance. I thought, "Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?" But she hopped back on her fours for me to join her.
During the typical types of intercourse we engage in, I generally culminate early. Yet, doggy is her preference. Hence, I succeeded in holding off longer. She desired me to reach the pinnacle, and she coordinated my climax by tightening her muscles. I erupted again.
I recommended some food from downstairs as Honey went to the en suite to clean up.
I carried in green grapes and additional fruit, along with two cups of tea. Honey chewed on the grapes. She scooted to the other end of the bed, kneeling with my cock in her mouth and looking up at me.
There is nothing better than your spouse kneeling in between your legs with your cock in her mouth while staring intently at you.
Her licking and sucking of my penis was stunning.
She exclaimed, "Hurry up and get hard for round three because we must pick up the children soon."
I promptly complied. She mounted once more and my penis vanished into her luscious body.
This was extraordinary, followed by her adopting the doggy position again. I moved behind her and penetrated her. She was relishing this, so we shifted to a different position. I wet my index finger and circled her starfish.
I received the "Oh yeah!" acknowledgement from beneath me.
I inserted my finger gently, and then extracted it. I got a tube of gel from the bedside drawer. I cleansed my hands and fingertip, then lubricated my penis for the backdoor insertion.
When it was greased enough, I knew it was time to ease in. I smiled at myself and studied the area that needed to be breached. A bit of wiggle, and the head of my penis was in place. I paused to ensure I wouldn't hurt her during this expedition. When she started moving, I slowly advanced further in until my legs rested on her buttocks. Now we're talkin'! I sped up the thrusting, and said, "I'm close."
She urged, "Just fuck me like you mean it."
I continued thrusting rapidly until my balls roared with a hum and I released load number three inside her. I lay fully on her back, basking in the moment and the closeness.
I heard, "Hurry up, jump off, we must pick up the kids from school."
I'm now considering working from home more often.
