Dreams of Sugar Plums or Something Else?

That afternoon with Rachel was like the best dream and best memory all rolled into one. He had tolerated his in-laws throughout their stay, especially his father-in-law’s not so quiet judgment of his career choice, but through all the chaos it had been worth it for that one afternoon where he and Rachel had made love and fucked like two college kids without a care.

Despite the playful teasing and foreplay that had started in the kitchen and continued on the stairs, once they got into the bedroom it had been too much to delay any further. He had wanted it to last, but their desire had overtaken them and as soon as he had caught up with her in the bedroom they were all over each and racing to orgasm as he plunged himself into her over and over again. She had begged for more and he gave it to her and before they knew it they had fallen over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

He was resting, fighting off that familiar post-coital temptation of sleep when Rachel came back from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, having rinsed off the flour, sweat, and cum from her body. She snuggled up next to him and as he held her in his arms, sleep seemed even harder to avoid, but looking her over and seeing her sweet smile he suddenly found himself wanting her again.

Rolling her over he undid her towel and began kissing down her body despite her weak protests, fearing that her parents and the kids might come back early. Thomas didn’t care and he knew how slow Rachel’s father drove so even if they turned around he knew there’d be time… or so he hoped. Either way, Thomas found himself back between Rachel’s legs again and her half-hearted protests soon turned into gentle moans as she settled into another round, this time more focused and less frenzied.

Rachel was still wet from before and despite having rinsed off there was still a faint taste of his cum on her pussy. It wasn’t his favorite taste, but he knew it was only fair as she often tasted herself on his lips or his cock and when they were lost in the moment.

Thomas was ready to settle in and enjoy her when she stopped him. He looked up, unsure if maybe she had heard a door open, but then she sat up, pulled him in close and kissed him before she pushed him over onto his back. She then moved down between his legs and took hold of his cock and slipped it between her lips.

As her tongue swirled over his swollen head he threw his head back into the pillow as he felt his cock coming back to life, having already thickened and grown from his playful feast on her moments earlier. Her movements were slow and methodical as she continued further down his shaft, taking him deeper with each motion up and down his cock. It had been awhile since they had spent so much intimate time together, as they often resorted to quick fuck sessions here and there when they could. Having released his tension earlier Thomas was happy to sit back and enjoy Rachel’s talented lips and tongue and let his next orgasm slowly build.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Thomas breathed out.

He then felt Rachel smile around his cock as she moaned softly around him. This sent a shiver up his body, but she just continued her slow, wonderful ****. If it was up to him he would’ve stayed in bed with Rachel all afternoon, like they did after they were first married, but he knew their little escape from reality couldn’t last. Rachel must’ve realized this too because after several moments of her lips pushing him further to his next release she sat up and crawled up onto him and onto his cock. He slipped into her perfectly as he had done so many times before, but this time instead of a frenzied need or timed race before moving on with their day, she just stayed there for a moment with his cock buried fully inside her.

Thomas was a fan of most positions, but he especially liked laying there and watching her ride and grind against his cock. Rachel was also a creature of habit. There'd be a brief pause as she felt herself full of his cock, her eyes closed as she wiggled and found that right spot and then she’d look down at him and smile before she started moving against him. She would often close her eyes again as she lost herself in the moment, grinding and riding him, moving slowly at first but building up speed as her desire and need grew.

Sometimes he’d hold her hips and help her and other times he’d reach up for those perfect breasts of hers and tease her nipples, making her moan out as she moved faster and faster. He’d whisper to her how amazing she felt riding his cock, encouraging her to keep going. She’d moan and let out little whimpers as she got closer.

She often felt weird about dirty talk, but Thomas knew that it turned her on and pushed her further to the edge, even if she didn’t say much back in return. Even after all these years he always hoped she’d open up and let herself go more, but he was happy nonetheless.

Rachel began moving faster and soon Thomas could tell that Rachel was off to the races, chasing her orgasm, and he was just the happy spectator, even though it still felt amazing with her tight, wet pussy grinding against him. He watched as her tiny body then tensed and contorted as she finally caught up and gave in, letting her orgasm wash over her. Her pussy tensed and pushed tight around his cock as her juices flowed over him and this just turned him on even more.

After a few moments and a few quick shudders she collapsed down onto his chest. He stroked her hair as he waited for her to catch her breath, but he knew he wasn’t done with her yet.

As she leaned up to kiss him he returned her kiss as he rolled their bodies over, making sure to not break the connection between them. He continued with shallow deep thrust as they continued to kiss. She then wrapped her tiny legs around his waist as best she could, pulling him in tighter.

“You better hurry,” she said. “As much as I want to do this all day… we don’t exactly have ALL day.”

Thomas smiled as he looked down at her as he slowed his thrusts. Her blonde hair was a mess and her pale cheeks still had a flush of pink from her orgasm moments ago. As much as he wanted to protest he knew she was right. He then moved her legs from around his waist and slowly pulled out of her.

“Turn over,” he said as he took hold of her hips and helped turn her over onto all fours.

As much as he loved looking down at his wife’s beautiful body as he fucked her missionary style, there was something so animalistic and raw about fucking her from behind. If time was against them then he knew he needed to channel that passionate lust from before. It’s wasn’t that this position couldn’t be tender and loving, but much in the same way that Rachel was able to lose herself in riding his cock, fucking her from behind was a way that Thomas could lose himself in the sensation of Rachel’s body against his, not to mention the obvious orgasms it often brought her as well as she felt him deeper this way.

After sliding back into Rachel and taking a moment to revel in the warm wetness of her pussy wrapped around him once again, Thomas started moving in and out of her with desire. He started with long and slow strokes as Rachel melted and buried her face into the bed. As he began to move faster he took hold of her amazing hips and started thrusting harder. The slapping of his hips into her ass echoed in the room and he knew that if anyone came home, they’d hear but he didn’t care.

Rachel began to grunt and moan into the bed sheet as he fucked her harder and faster. He could feel her tighten as she lost herself in another orgasm, but Thomas didn’t stop. He knew he was close and now it was his turn to race toward his orgasm just as Rachel had done moments ago.

“Oh Thomas. Fuck!” Rachel called out in a muffled groan.

Thomas rarely heard her swear, not unless she was really mad or upset about some court case, but she had trained herself to not do it as much around the kids. In the bedroom she was even more of a nun despite his encouragement for her to let loose more and just be in the moment.

Her little grunts and moans continued as he felt himself getting closer.

“Cum in me Thomas. Fill me with your fucking cum!”

Thomas had never heard Rachel talk this way and it sent him into high gear as he closed his eyes and slammed into her harder and faster. She buried her face back into the bed sheets as she continued to grunt and moan. He was nearly there as she felt her cum against his cock and that sent him over the edge with one last thrust.

He let out his own long, slow groan as he felt his cock swell and explode deep inside her. His cock pulsed with each spurt of cum as he held her tight as he continued with short deep thrusts as he felt himself unload, lost in the moment.

He closed his eyes and caught his breath as he focused on the sweet, intoxicating release as it shot waves of pleasure up through his cock and into his body.

Tired and sweaty he opened his eyes, but the room was dark, almost pitch black. It had just been afternoon moments ago, but there he was still buried deep inside Rachel, his cock still hard as he was coming down from it all, but then he looked up the length of Rachel’s back.

The wild head of blonde locks he had been staring at moments ago had been replaced by thick, dark waves of brown. The face attached to the head turned and looked over her shoulder. Those blue eyes. They weren’t Rachel’s. Those eyes were Aubrey's, his nanny.

Thomas collapsed back onto his heels as his cum soaked cock fell free from her body. He was tired, but even more confused. He thought he had been reliving a memory, but...

After several moments he looked back up at Aubrey who had now turned and crawled up to him with a smile.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“How… what just… happened?”

She gave him a funny look, but then leaned up and kissed him. He didn’t push her away, but lazily kissed her back as if it were something he was supposed to do.

“It’s been a long night, Thomas, and you look tired,” she said. She then kissed him on the forehead as she got up from the bed. “I think it’s time for you to rest.”