The First Session

Alright, clearly 'twice a week' hasn't been working. Partially it's me still adjusting to a regular schedule again. Partially it's the holidays (as a fore-warning, expect a repeat performance of this week next week). Mostly I'm just sick of this recoup state. Twice a week is still the goal, and I can probably [u]guarantee one chapter a week at minimum. Just trying to get functional again.
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Ahsch knew, even without using Heart Sight, that his wife was uncomfortable with the entirety of the plan for the evening the moment he walked into her bedroom. She wasn’t working on something else, she wasn’t lounging in lingerie or the buff on the bed to tease him, and she wasn’t going through her assortment of toys and other ‘equipment’ to try and figure out what she wanted to use that evening - if any of it. Instead, she was perched on the edge of the bed, frowning at nothing, and fidgeting.

“We don’t have to…”

“We’re doing it,” Avery interrupted her husband. “Much as I hate the concept, we’re doing it, even if we have to knock me out.”

Ahsch grimaced. “You do understand that it could take a _lot _of tries for anything to stick, right? Are you sure you don’t want me to…”

“Take your fucking clothes off and fuck me,” Avery growled, standing up and peeling off her own.

With a deep sigh, Ahsch followed suit, but when his wife simply laid back on the bed and spread her legs, he paused, frowning again. Rather than climb in between her open invitation, he went to the side of the bed and laid beside her, pulling her close and gently kissing her.

She frowned at him. “What are you-” but he interrupted her with another kiss. Then another. Then a small pinch of his teeth on her lower lip. He took a good handful of her pert ass as he slid one of his legs between hers.

Soon, the tension that held Avery tighter than a bowstring relaxed as she returned the kisses, groped her husband back, and they began to make out, lips and tongues playfully dueling for dominance. Ahsch’s hand moved to her tail, making Avery tense briefly in a good way before she gently humped against his hip.

Both let their hands roam, caressing and stroking, gripping and groping, simply feeling one another. They breathed in each other’s scent and listened to the small noises - the hums and breathy gasps, with the occasional moan mixed in - that they made. Avery continued to grind against Ahsch’s hip while he lightly tugged and rubbed her tail, his thumb making small circles on the underside where it connected right above her ass.

And through it all, there was nothing frantic about their actions. They moved languidly, in no rush to hurry things along, if for admittedly different reasons. They had long ago found that, for all the pleasure that arrived with an orgasm, there was plenty to enjoy in the build-up, be it the foreplay or the actual act. And, given the seriousness of why they were having sex in this instance, Ahsch had recognized the critical need to extend the foreplay.

His hand slid between them and found their way between Avery’s thighs, then her lower lips; her upper lips parted as he quickly found the sensitive spots, his thumb resting lightly on her clit. He started slow and gentle, but built the power of his motions first, pressing firmer as the seconds went by. The breathy gasps and hums lessened as he worked, and his ears were graced by his wife’s moans as time went by. And he relished every second of it, especially as she began to lose control, her hands clinging tightly to his arm and the back of his neck, her body shaking in short spasms as the pleasure built and built.

Eventually she came - a gentle, slow climax that saw Ahsch’s hand drenched. With a chuckle, he eased off his ministrations as she recovered, but slid down and replaced the last of his fingers with his lips and tongue before the last of the aftershocks had left her system. A loud, full moan greeted this development, causing Ahsch to smirk as he went to work.

Despite focusing on his mouth, he didn’t forget his hands, and resumed his earlier groping exploration of his wife, occasionally returning one hand to the apex of her legs to join his dexterous fingers to his oral work, before sending the slick digits off once again to caress and stroke Avery’s body.

This time, the orgasm came much faster, and was less gentle, rocking through her and causing her to shake and squirm in his grasp - Ahsch had to sling her legs over his shoulders and hold her hips down with his hands to keep her in place for him to extend her orgasm, chaining it into at least two more as she shivered and cried out.

Once he had backed off - slowing down the licks of his tongue, easing up the suction he applied with his lips - Ahsch kissed a trail up her middle, pausing at her chest to detour to lightly nip and kiss the inner curve of her breasts and then her nipples, before he continued up and was greeted by her eager mouth. This time, the kiss was fierce and deep.

It only became more so when he gently slipped inside her, her groan muffled into his mouth as he inexorably eased his length all the way in. Her pussy clenched as their hips met and he was fully sheathed. Then she humped against him, trying to drive him just a little bit deeper as her legs came up around his hips.

Ahsch started a slow, firm rhythm, sliding out languidly before surging forward to gently impact against his wife, drawing small grunts of pleasure with each muffled clap of their bodies. Their kiss moved, Avery trailing lightly across his cheek to nibble and suck at his ear lobe, while Ahsch made his way down across her jaw to catch his wife’s neck between his teeth, only pausing to lave the marks he left before moving slightly to take another bite.

It was quite sudden that Avery rolled them over, sitting back to ride her husband, her waist undulating back and forth with only slight bounces added for some variety. Ahsch grinned up at her, then sat up and caught one of her nipples between his teeth, biting it playfully while he caught her other tit in his hand, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the nipple there roughly.

“Fuck… fuck…” Avery gasped, the first words either had spoken in several dozen minutes. “Fuck… just like… fuck!”

Her orgasm was sudden, and Ahsch was almost **** out as she clamped down. But the clenching of his wife’s pussy around his cock prompted his own climax, and he bulled forward, knocking Avery over and slamming home as deeply as he could with a long, low growl as her legs tightened around his waist.

When they came down from their ecstasy, Ahsch was startled to see his wife crying - then confused as the smile registered. At his confused expression, she laughed, still crying. “I… I’m not sure…” she said, pulling him close and hugging him tight.