A Changing Tide or Something Else?

Thomas jumped in the shower shortly after Rachel got out. He didn’t really need one and felt too tired for the whole routine, but he also had that sandy, salty beach feeling and wanted to give Rachel some extra space and eliminate any openings for continuing their argument as she prepared for bed. Blasting water and a bathroom fan were good for that sort of thing.

After a longer than needed shower, Thomas got out and finished his own nightly routine. By the time he was ready to turn out the lights of the bathroom and face the music Rachel was already snuggled up in bed and facing away from him. As he crawled into bed he leaned over and kissed her on the head and said he was sorry and that he loved her. She mumbled something, but he could tell she was already on her way to dreamland, that or she was pretending and doing what she could to keep the peace.

Thomas thought about turning on the television again, but sleepiness had grabbed him too and soon he was drifting off to sleep.

A bit groggy, Thomas came to as he felt something stir underneath the sheets and suddenly something or someone tugging at his shorts. As he pulled back the covers he was met with Aubrey’s face smiling up at him. He quickly looked over to his side to find Rachel, but she was gone. When he looked back down between his legs it was Rachel’s soft familiar facing staring back at him. He rubbed his eyes, unsure if he was dreaming or going crazy, but when he opened them again it was still his wife.

He thought to say something, especially since their arguments rarely resolved this quickly and never like this. “Rach…”, but before he could finish her name she had his now semi-hard cock in her mouth and was quickly sucking him to full hardness. Dream or not, he was going to learn his lesson this time and shut up.

Thomas laid his head back as he felt Rachel’s lips and tongue slide over him as her tiny fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and began stroking him. His fingers twisted into her golden locks and held her hair up as he looked back down and watched her work. He missed this and missed her.

After a few moments she pulled off his now glistening cock, much to his dismay, but he was also ready for more. As he sat up to kiss her she pushed him back down and moved to straddle his waist. She still had her pajama shirt on but had lost her pajama shorts and panties at some point before or during this unique but pleasant late night wake-up. She didn’t say a word and almost had a blank look in her eye as she grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. She hovered over him for a moment before she sunk down hard onto his cock, letting out a grunt as her ass settled onto his lap.

“Fuck, Rachel.” he hissed.

She just smiled, closed her eyes, and slowly began to grind against him. Her pussy was soaking wet, but she also felt so tight around him. It had been too long and had he been more awake he might’ve been ready to cum right then and there, but he was determined to make this last.

He tried to sit up again, but Rachel pushed him back down and started to lift her hips as she started to ride his cock. He then moved his hands up around her hips and up her shirt, but she again denied him and grabbed his hands and held them down over his stomach. It wasn’t unusual for her to be on top or for them to try different positions, but this seemed different. He couldn’t tell if she was still mad at him and this was some sort of drunken, frustrated fuck or something else. She continued to ride and grind against him as she let out soft moans each time she slammed down onto his cock. Thomas tried not to think about whatever had come over his wife, but whatever it was she was enjoying it and it was just great to be inside her and with her.

As Rachel’s moans got louder and closer together he looked over to the door, worried she might get too loud and wake up the kids or Aubrey and then he saw her, Aubrey, there in the doorway. He jumped and nearly bucked Rachel off, but that only made her moan more as his cock just slammed up into her. He was at a loss as he watched Aubrey with her hand down her shorts, touching herself as Rachel continued to ride his cock. He looked up at Rachel, afraid of what would happen if Rachel noticed her too, but Rachel’s eyes were still shut and she was lost in her own world. Thomas then looked back at the door and Aubrey was gone.

Rachel started riding him harder now and just the idea of Aubrey having been there, watching them, turned him on even more, even if it was some shadow or dream. It was a horrible thought and his focus should’ve been on Rachel, even if she was treating him like some sort of random fuck toy for her pleasure. He was getting close when Rachel slammed down on him one last time and her pussy clenched tight around him as her orgasm crashed through her, her juices washing over his cock as her body tensed and shuddered. She doubled over and groaned into his shoulder as she continued to ride the wave of her orgasm.

Thomas then grabbed her hips to shove himself up into her to continue fucking her, feeling so close, but Rachel stopped him again and climbed off his lap and stumbled off the bed, catching herself at the last moment.

Thomas was at a loss for words. Did she think he had cum too?

“Rach?” She didn’t respond. “Seriously? You know I didn’t…” but before he could finish she had picked up her shorts and panties and moved into the bathroom.

He sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, confused and still hard as a rock. He wanted to be mad, but maybe that was the point. Rachel had never done something like this and she had never used sex as a weapon. They had their arguments about things and certain topics of sex had come up, but nothing like this.

When she came back out of the bathroom she didn’t acknowledge him or smile or anything. She just crawled back into bed as if it were any other night.

She turned and gave him a quick peck on the lips as he turned to face her, his underwear still around his ankles. “Night.” She then turned over away from him and snuggled up again. He sat there for a moment, waiting, still trying to process what just happened, but before he could think to speak he heard her softly snoring.