Love is Sex

The day had been routine for the two of them. Every morning began the same way; coffee in travel mugs in one hand, bagels in the other, a quick kiss and out the door with great hopes of beating the morning rush. Married for five years this month, they had fallen into a boring, monotonous cycle, and because of it, every aspect of their lives had begun to suffer, especially their sex life. When they found the time, and the desire, to actually attempt the act, it was very straight-forward. Lately, they had been making a valid effort to formulate new, erotic twists, but as fairly traditional individuals, they failed to develop, let alone execute, a plan.

Until today.

During his first of five meetings scheduled even before lunch, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. The front screen glowed under the shade of the office table as he stealthily checked; the small LCD informed him of a picture message from his wife. He had assumed it was another pointless forward about angels watching over him, or of a cute-faced puppy, and flipped his cell opened casually.

Above a line of text that simply read “Come home soon,” was an image of his wives crotch, the front of her black-laced thong pulled tightly between her lips. Throughout the day, the couple responded to each other with racy photo after racier photo. Each image became more sexually stimulating than the one before it. He received the last image as he was pulling his vehicle next to that of his wife: His wives fingers were deep inside of her. The text accompanying the picture simply read “I’m Waiting”.

He fumbled with his belt awkwardly and the lock of the garage door at the same time. He stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the stairs that led into the kitchen. As he rounded the slight corner, he was greeted by the voluptuous bum of his attractive spouse. In her early twenties she had dominated local beauty pageants, and later been crowned Miss United States. The following ten years had been nearly absent to her body.

Long, slender legs protruded from her hips, and were spread slightly. The charcoal grey pencil-skirt she wore during her days as a financial advisor had already been hiked up to her sides; her thong rested around her nyloned feet. She glanced over her shoulder at her husband as he moved closer. His dick was erect, pressing against the front of his boxers.

“You’re home early,” she remarked playfully.

He licked his lips and wet his throat before speaking. “It’s lunch time.” His voice caught in the back of his throat slightly, like that of a pubescent teenager. His wife was normally reserved and professional. She carried herself with a constant air of confidence, even outside of the office. She rarely let her hair down, so to speak, let alone her skirt. Seeing her bent over the dining table, the top four buttons of her blouse undone, excited him more than any porn movie ever had.

“Oh, well, I’m afraid I didn’t prepare you anything for lunch,” she whispered as he kissed down the back of her neck. She sighed deeply as his nails ran up the back of her legs simultaneously.

He bit her earlobe gently before responding in a husky voice, “I guess I’ll just have to eat you.” As he spoke to her, telling her briefly about his day, his hands reached for her firm breasts, cupping them outside of her bra. He could feel her nipples pressing against the fabric; and so he teased them, pinching them gently and tracing around them with the pads of his fingers. His wife moaned as she reached behind her, the palm of her hand sliding up and down the front of his underwear. She massaged his already hard cock, the smooth cloth brushing against the head, adding a unique sensation.

“I’ve been thinking about your dick all day,” she said, rubbing harder.

“Ironic, because I’ve been thinking about fucking you with my dick all day.” He stepped back slightly and admired his wife’s body for a moment. He had always been overly attracted to her, especially when she was in this position. He loved the way her lips looked as they peeked out from between her legs. They were plump, mature. Today, they were fuller than normal. The sight of the smooth, pink-tanned mound caused his mouth to salivate. His tongue was hungry for her; he craved her more than normal. As he kissed the small of her back, and down the curve of her cheek, her body shook slightly with anticipation; her flesh overly stimulated from the sexual texting game they had played throughout the morning.

“Must you tease?” she moaned loudly as his long tongue sought her clit, the bundle of nerves jumping excitedly. She loved the way he pleased her orally; the way he worked his tongue in hard but determined strokes. Her body moved with the rhythms he set, her hips rocking, her swollen clit riding up and down on his tongue. It was an enjoyable pain, her clit beyond sensitive. He added a welcomed but torturous pressure with each articulation. She begged him to stop as she felt her muscles begin to tighten. She didn’t want to cum without him, without feeling him mix with her. She wanted, she needed to be filled with him, for their fluids to combine in a thick concoction that only the two of them would enjoyed. And allowed to experience.

As much as he craved her warm pussy in his mouth, his obliged her demands, her requests which were almost desperate, as though she were on the brink of tears. She tapped her clit with her fingers in quick, sporadic motions and looked at her husband. Her smile was devilish but sexy at the same time. His penis tightened at the sound of her wetness.

Her entrance begged for him and swallowed the head of his dick as he teased her with it, allowing her to feel an inch or two before pulling back out, the tip of his manhood glazed in her juice. She pleaded for him to fill her completely. She used words that he’d never imagined would cross her lips; but there she was, telling him how much her body needed him, how bad her pussy craved his dick, how she wanted to feel him erupt inside of her. The more she talked, the less he could contain his desire for her.

He thrusted himself forward, his penis entering her as deep as possible. She tightened around him instantly, pulling him inside more, threatening to never let go. She screamed with his plunge and pressed back against him. Her back arched, and he traced the curvature with his lips as they began to sync their bodies in a rhythmic fucking. He pulled out only enough to penetrate her as much as before. She met each push. Each short thrust served a purpose; each was aggressive and deliberate; the motion steady and fluid. She was wetter than she’d been in a long time, possibly ever, and he glided in and out of her with ease.

She allowed him full control, and grabbed the edge of the dining table, lifting herself up higher, causing him to enter her at a new angle occasionally. The head of his firm cock hit her g-spot randomly, each time resulting in a loud, throated grunt; almost animalistic. He, on the other hand, remained as quiet as possible, a groan escaping periodically. He loved the way she sounded, the different intensities of sex-induced sounds his wife could make. Every variation of pleasure hardened his cock more, tightening her around him.

“Oh god baby,” she whimpered as he smacked her ass roughly, his handprint leaving a bright red mark. “God I love the way you fuck my pussy. Why don’t you give me all you’ve got? Make me cum like a dirty slut.”

He rocked his hips harder as she commanded him, speeding up drastically, his strokes becoming longer. Her juices made a sucking noise each time he filled her, the sound a turn on to the both of them. They were aroused by the sounds their bodies created together, especially the new ones that their outdated, straight-forward intercourse had eluded.

Her chest bounced within the confinements of her bra until she pulled them free, letting her rigid nipples brush against the cold service of the table. The cooling sensation added to the immense and indescribable pleasure she was already enduring. She tugged on her nipples aggressively with one hand as the fingers of her other wrapped loosely around the shaft of her husband, compressing around him each time he re-entered her.

“I’m going to fill your beautiful pussy with my cum,” he announced as his dick jerked slightly. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, tangling her hair around his fingers at the same time. He pulled completely out, then in one hard thrust, his cock pounded into her, pumping uncontrollably as he came, his semen oozing into her. She screamed with his lunge and moaned his name loudly as she came with him, the muscles of her pussy pulsating rapidly, holding his dick hostage. Her groans turned into whines, then quiet sighs as their bodies wound down. His hands slid around her hips and up her stomach, cupping her full breasts as he kissed across her shoulders. She rested her hands on top of his then lifted herself off of him slowly. Their cum, combined together, dripped out of her and ran down the inside of her leg.

They laughed, out of amusement, out of delight, but more than anything, out of pure bliss. They cleaned their flesh, and then the table, before redressing. “I’ll see you tonight,” she said, kissing her husband at the bottom of the garage stairs. They unlocked their individual cars as they walked towards them, travel mugs of coffee in hand.