Just text.

You decide you don't want this amazing night out to end quite yet. It's still dark out after all, so that means it's still night, right? You text your husband, Sorry babe, I forgot to check in last night. I'll be a little late this morning, things were crazy last night and I hardly got any sleep. I'll tell you all about it when I get home ;)

You decide to send him a sexy selfie, though it's dark so he won't be able to see much. You cross your legs tightly and cover you breasts with one arm, then stand in front of big glass doors leading out to the rooftop deck and make a sexy face. That should help him forgive me you think, knowing how rarely you send him photos, and how much he likes it. Then you drop your phone in your purse and set them on the counter, and make your way back to the bedroom. You slip into the bed, warm and comfortable, and settle your ass against Pierre's warm body. It's incredibly comfortable, and you quickly doze off.

When you wake again it can't be much later, judging by the pale light from the windows, but the biggest change is what you now feel pressed into your backside. You glance over your shoulder and see his pale eyes slightly open. You're a little sore from last night, but seeing as this might be your last chance for now, you decide to not to squander it. You start to grind back against Pierre with small thrusting motions, and soon feel his hands on your body once more. You reach between your legs, wriggling a little until you can grab his shaft and pull it through. It sticks out in front of your thighs by a couple inches. You pull it up against your pussy and squeeze your legs together, then start thrusting your luscious butt against Pierre once more.

His morning wood is rock solid. You thought his constant hardness was impressive last night, but this is an even stronger erection does this man just chew viagra all day? you wonder, marveling at the feel of it. Your husband must be about 10 years younger, and already has some moments that are a little disappointing. You spit in one hand and rub it all around his bulbous head, then tilt your hips until the shaft is lined up to penetrate you. Pierre rubs the head around at your entrance for a minute, then presses it in. He takes his time once more as he works it in, considerate and thoughtful as always. Soon your bodies are spooning closely again, with him now buried deep inside. You twist toward him and the two of you kiss and make out, his movements small and subtle. Just a deep, gentle, pulsing massage in the quiet room in a very comfortable bed. It's about the most perfect and intimate morning sex you can imagine. A far cry from your chaotic household, where you might try to fit in a quicky before one of the kids comes running in at 5:30. You push that thought from your mind and bring yourself back into this wonderful and pleasurable moment. That's how this all got started anyway; your husband wanted to help you to focus on living in the moment, on seeking out pleasure and what feels good and brings joy, and not getting distracted and stressed by all the little worries. You wonder if this is what he meant, or if maybe you took it a little too far, but then re-center yourself in the pleasure of the moment and decide to enjoy where you are right now.

You have a small quasi-orgasm as he strokes, and you're not sure if you actually came, or if he just feels that good. You feel a bigger one building behind it though. Pierre slowly increases his tempo, eventually grabbing your hips and powerfully thrusting into you and making his own little gasp sounds. You pant with pleasure at his thrusts and reach down with one hand to touch your clit, just to see how it feels. You rub yourself, because it feels damn good, and then let your hand slide farther until you feel Pierre's shaft sliding between your lower lips. You spread your fingers to each side and just enjoy the sensation of him, hard and slick, moving in and out of you. His breathing gets harder in you ears and you know he's close. His cock almost feels like it's pulsing in time to his thrusts. You find it so erotic and pleasurable that you start to feel the big orgasm that was building crashing down over you. It's another one that makes the ground shake and the room spin as you cry out. At the same time Pierre cries out too, grabbing your hips and holding you close as he pulses deep inside. You realize that you never even thought about condoms, which is a little surprising. Luckily it is a safe day for you. Well, pretty safe at least...

You feel a flood of warmth as Pierre withdraws, and then when he gets up you know it's time to get up and go back to your normal reality. He walks into the bathroom and you hear the shower turn on, reminding you of the{if p_apt = 2} salt from the pool and{endif} sweat on your skin, among other things. You really could use a shower too, so you climb out of bed and join him, marveling at his sexiness under the running water for a second before stepping in. There's a little bit of a quiet mood on you both now, and though you smile and giggle and touch under the rain head, there's the underlying sadness of the impending goodbye beneath it all. You press your bodies together under the cascading water and make out for a few minutes before it's time to get out, just enough to see Pierre's lovely cock engorge one last time. You find you clothes and get dressed once more, preparing for your walk of shame. Maybe the stocking are too much of a giveaway, so you just roll them up and put them in your handbag. You're about to step out when Pierre offers to give you a ride home, which you realize sounds like a great option.