Fuck your sexy wife.

Your hands run all over your wife's body. You rub up and down her back, with your lips locked into her neck. She moans so pleasurably against your ear. Her hands feel so good stacked on top of each other on your meaty rod. She pumps and twists simultaneously, and the sensation is marvelous.
You move your mouth in a more southerly direction, leaning down to plant one of Jenna's nipples in between your lips.
"Oh...." one of Jenna's hands moves to the back of your head, pressing you into the tit that you are suckling with abandon. "You love these titties, don't you?"
In response, one of your hands reaches for her hungry snatch, and you plunge two fingers inside that hot tunnel of sex. "I love this too."
"Shit...baby...that's good." Her hand on your cock starts pumping faster and faster. You begin to grunt; you can feel a tingling in your balls that signals a rising need to empty.
"You keep that up, sexy, and I'm going to make a mess on you."
Jenna smiles, then raises up her left leg. She's incredibly flexible for any woman, let alone one of her age. Her movement puts her pussy within reach of your now throbbing cock.
"Make a mess in me instead, baby." She rubs her snatch against the root and shaft of your cock, and you need no further prompting to bend your knees and slide inside.
"Yes..fuck yes, baby. That angle....your right on my fucking spot!" She's practically panting in your ear as she throws an arm around your neck for support. For you, the angle puts a lot of friction on the top of your shaft and crown, and it feels amazing and different.
"Shit....we....should....fuck...like this....more....often." You can't thrust too hard at this angle, but you can dig into her g-spot with short, focused strokes. She leans back, relying on your strength to keep her up, and the change in angle sends you into a frenzy.
"Oh, Jesus...baby...yeah....RIGHT THERE. RIGHT FUCKING THERE!" Jenna's really cutting loose now. You grab her hips, and hoist her into the air. You hope that you don't regret this. You've never tried to carry-fuck Jenna before, but it just feels so right.
"Oh holy shit baby, that's so hot. You're so fucking strong!" She wraps both legs around your hips and rides you like a bucking bronco. She's gripping your neck tight with her arms, and her hot breath in your ear is so intoxicating. You hope that you can cum before your stamina gives out, but then you realize that your actually about to burst any second.
"Jenna....I love you so much....and I'M CUMMMMMMM.........." you ram her home on your dick as you squirt a load into her willing, spasming pussy.

"YES! OH YES BABY! ME TOO........." her voice is thick with both her own orgasm, and her absolute delight that you are cumming in her from sex alone. Inside, underneath your ecstasy, you feel happy too.
You sit down hard on the edge of the tub. You can feel your cum squishing all around your dick, but Jenna is still clutching you tight. Her face is buried in your shoulder as she shudders and trembles in post-orgasmic bliss. You smile. Bathing in the afterglow together with Jenna is a true treat.
"Thank you, James." It's almost a whisper.
"For what, baby?" you push her off your shoulder to look at her, and are surprised to see tears in her eyes.
"For always making me feel sexy, and wanted. I know that your occasional problem isn't my fault, but it still feels good when you pop in me. Thanks for making me feel 18 again. Lifting me like that...you are such a fucking stud, James." She kisses you long and passionately. "Alright...we should finish up before the water gets cold."
You clean up and exit the shower, and as you leave the bathroom wrapped in towels, she clasps your hand and rests her head on your shoulder, like she used to do in high school. You put an arm over her, hugging her close.
"I've got to go to the store. Can you call a plumber for the master bathroom?" She looks up at you with those beautiful eyes.
"Of course, baby. I can't refuse that face."
You get dressed in some khaki shorts and a polo, and head to your office to grab your phone. Unfortunately, however, you notice two missed calls from Kayla, your business manager at work.
You groan as the phone rings in your hand. Kayla, of course.