My wife, ready for bed

I open the door to my bedroom.

My wife stands flossing her teeth in the full length mirror attached to the wall. Glasses on, but still squinting to guide to wax string between every tooth in her wide open mouth. Her brunette hair no longer frames her face, but is tangled in a bun on top of her head.

A baggy T-shirt drapes her body. It’s not quite long enough and when she bends forward, she flashes the color of her panties. Green.

She’s not trying to be but I find her so sexy right now.

I can’t stop staring at her milky smooth legs. Her thick thighs and toned calves fill my brain with dirty thoughts that send blood rushing to my cock. I want to feel the pressure of those thighs squeezing my face. I want those calves on my shoulders.

Monica glances over at me, the floss cutting off circulation in her fingers. She barks a laugh, and shuts me down. “Oh no! Do not look at me like that! It’s so late and I’m so tired.”

A familiar excuse I’ve heard over this last year of marriage. My wife is never in the mood.

She turns back to the mirror. Her big breasts sag without a bra. I easily spot the shape of her nipples pressing into the fabric. They jiggle slightly as she walks to toss the floss in the trash. She gives me a peck on the cheek. “I’m sorry babe, but your friends are exhausting.”

She crawls into bed, inadvertently flashing me with her green panties again. Fuck. Another night of blue balls. I should’ve jerked off in the bathroom. I’m way too horny.

I strip off my clothes that smell like the fire. I join my wife in bed wearing only my underwear. My wife turns off the light. She's serious about going to sleep.

I try to delay it. “I’ve never talked about sex so much. I can’t believe I told everyone about everyone I had sex with.”

“Ha. You’re sort of a slut,” my wife rolls over to face me. “Way more than my count.”

“How many guys have you been with again?”

“What do you mean by been with?”

“Had sex with.” My cock is hard and poking out the top of my waistband. I sneak a hand down and squeeze my shaft. “You don’t have to count oral.”

“I’ve actually had sex with more than I’ve blown.”

I try to hide how much this conversation is turning me on. “And you did that to me on the first date.”

“I can’t believe I told all your friends I did that. They must think I’m a slut.”

“Did you hear their stories? Yours was tame in comparison,” I try to reassure her. “Now what’s your list?”

“Let me think it’s been so long. I think it’s only five. There was a guy in the tent in high school. I was drunk. He took my virginity. It wasn’t romantic or anything. It didn’t feel good. I felt so guilty afterwards.

“Then there was a guy in worked with. That was a slow burn. He was six years older than me. We dated and flirted, but never had sex. Then I saw him a few years later. We reconnected and finally had sex. It was nice. I remember it lasting a long time. Maybe because I was comparing him to the high school sex.

“Then there was the guy who had the condom break. But you know about him.”

Pumping my dick I ask, “What do I know about him?”

“Oh stop! You know he’s the guy that when the condom broke, I told him he needed to get a bigger size.”

“Oh yeah, the guy with the huge penis.”

“It wasn’t that huge! I mean it was big. The regular size condom really did break because it was stretched too tight.”

The thought of my wife as a college sorority girl getting fucked on the floor by a huge cock almost sends me over the edge. I have to stop squeezing my dick. Trying to hide the pounding of my heart, I ask, “Who was next?”

“That was the guy I dated before you. My friends used to refer to him as ‘the curly headed fuck’. He was mad that I never put out when we were dating. Then one weekend I spent the weekend with him and we finally did it.”

She reaches up and puts her hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry babe. In the first two months of dating, we had more sex than I had with all of them combined. And you’re by far the most attractive and are the best.”

“But I’m not the biggest.”

“You’re not. But honestly I didn’t like that guy’s dick. It hurt. He kept hitting my cervix. It’s not like I asked him to get another condom and continue after the first one broke.”

She leans forward and kisses me softly, “Thanks for the pillow talk babe. I’ve missed it, but I really am tired. She rolls over. She wraps my arm around her. “You can cuddle with me if you want.”

I spoon up against my wife. Even though my erection pressing up against her soft ass is obvious, she doesn’t mention it. Her hair in my face smells like the fire. I nuzzle my nose in it.

We lay quietly. I hold her in my arms and don’t try to make a move. The humiliation of denial would sting too badly.

Then a miracle happens.

My wife’s ass rubs slightly against my cock.

I try not to get my hopes up. This could be a false alarm. She could just be getting comfortable to sleep.

Then her ass moves and rubs down my cock.

There’s no mistaking that movement.

I take my chance.

I move my hand to her bra-less breast. I cup her softness and gently squeeze. Monica lets out the sexiest sensual moan.

I’m in.

She grinds her big ass up and down the length of my cock. I gently massage her tits. I kiss on her neck. I listen to her sighs. I’ve missed these little things. The closest of our bodies.

She lifts her shirt. She wants me to touch her bare tits. Her nipples are so sensitive. She whines in pleasure when I pinch them. “Ooooh Chandler.”

“I love it when you say my name like that.”

She spins and attacks me when deep kisses. Her tongue invades my mouth. As we make out, I dig my hand into her panties. Past her soft pubic hair. My finger parts her lips until i find wetness.

She moans so loudly they can hear it from the next room.

Her hand squeezes my cock. She begs, “Put it in me.”

“I have to get a condom.” I turn to leave the bed. I’m an idiot. I should’ve put one on the bedside table instead of leaving them in my bag.

Her hand pulls at my cock. “No. I need it now.

She turns her back to me and pulls off her panties. She lifts her leg and guides my cock to her wet opening. I push in. She cries out, “Oh god, Chandler!”

I slowly thrust in until I’m all the way inside my wife. I hold her in my arms. She sighs and moans against me.

Her wet hot pussy feels so fucking good. It’s been so long since we’ve fucked. Especially without a condom. I groan and pump cum into my wife’s pussy. I squeeze her tightly.

In less than 30 seconds, I came in my wife’s tight cunt.

Now that’s out of the way. I start to fuck and pleasure her. My cum is just more lube for my thrusting cock. My fingers rub on her clit. My hand pinches her nipples. My focus is on her. I want her to reach the finish line before my dick softens.

Luckily my dick isn’t softening soon. It stays fucking rigid. This intimacy with my wife is the strongest aphrodisiac. Her sexy soft body. Her throating moans. Her dirty curses. Everything she does turns me on.

I tell her, “Ride me.”

She gets on top and takes control. She strips off her T-shirt. Her big tits bounce until I reach up to hold them. Her hair has untangled from its bun. It falls everywhere in front of her face. Her eyes closed, her mouth cussing, she rides my cock hard until comes all over it and collapses onto me.

She teases, “You better not have gotten me pregnant.”

I squeeze her ass. “If I didn’t, then we can try again in the morning.”

She slides to the side of me and lays her head on my chest. I fall asleep to the smell of campfire.