After being together for almost twenty-three years total, we were still madly in love. Sure, we didn’t have sex quite as often as we used to, but we still made passionate love at least twice a week. When our daughter Madison was in her early years, we suffered a dry spell. We were lucky if we had a quicky once a week, and good, passionate love making usually only happened about once a month. We both talked about it, and equally hated it. We both enjoyed making love and we were very good together, but we also both recognized that we had to balance that with everything else. As Madison got older, we were not quite as tired all the time, and had been able to get back some of our missing intimacy. We just had to be careful not to get caught!
My wife was a beautiful woman. She always had been, in my eyes, but now she just radiated classical beauty. She wasn’t like a sex goddess or anything like that, but she did light up the room whenever she was around. Even after twenty plus years, her average height of 5′ 6″, and slim 120lbs. always got my attention. Her long brown hair had naturally curled some now, and hung to near mid-back. Her hips had flared some since giving birth, and her modest b-cup breasts had swelled up to a c-cup. She worked hard to get most of her figure back though, jogging in the mornings and eating as healthy as possible. Heck I had even lost a few pounds due to her efforts. No matter what happened, she would always be beautiful to me.
As I drove home, I reflected on how things had been between us lately. My business was booming, so much so that I had to spend more time working than I ever wanted. It was putting a huge strain on us, and I could tell she wasn’t happy about it. She told me several times that we should hire another pilot to take some of the load off us. I was starting to think she was right, even if it would dig into our bottom line.
I pulled into my driveway, and ran into the house. My wife had left me a plate on the counter, and I could hear what sounded like the shower running from upstairs. I decided to forego the food, and try to make it up to my lovely bride. I ascended the stairs, quietly shut our bedroom door behind me, and stripped naked. I eased open the door to the bathroom, and lightly shut it behind me. As I approached the sliding shower door, Cait turned to face me.
“Honey, is that you? I left you a plate on the counter.” She didn’t sound too happy.
I slid open the shower door, climbed in with her, and slid it shut behind me. I wrapped my arms around my surprised wife, giving her a tight hug and kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck, as mine circled around her waist.
“I saw it… you taste so much better than a plate of food.” I punctuated it with a kiss.
She looked deeply into my eyes, pulled my head down to hers, and closed her eyes as her lips met mine. I too closed my eyes, and hugged her tighter as our kiss intensified. Her tongue was lightly pushing on my lips, tasting me as she waited for it to gain entrance. I parted my lips, and my tongue wrapped around hers. She reached down with her left hand, and was gently stroking my rapidly hardening cock. With the water cascading down my shoulders, down my abdomen, over her hands and my cock, it felt almost like a feather lightly running up and down its length.
Once it got to full attention, she increased the pressure on it, and pumped harder. Her kiss broke, and she moved her lips to one of my nipples. She bit it, a little hard too, but that was just how she liked to do it. She knew that my nipples were almost as sensitive as hers, but she really enjoyed toying with mine. I would return the favor, eventually, but right now she was enjoying pulling on it lightly with her teeth. She let it go, and looked up at me with a hunger in her eyes.
“James, I need you, NOW!”
With that declaration, I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. Once her delectable ass was pointed in my direction, I lowered my right hand, to cup her sex from behind. I rubbed, front to back, keeping my fingers on the outside of her beautiful petals, teasing her. She knew it too, and spun her head around, giving me a serious look.
“Don’t you dare tease me… NOW FUCK ME!” She growled.
Who was I to disobey an order? I kept up the rubbing, and split her lips with my fingers. I easily inserted my middle finger into her hole, while leaving the others on the outside, as I ran my hand back and forth still. The effect was that I finger fucked her, while rubbing her labia. As I did this, I rotated my hand just a little so that my index finger hit her clit now on the up-strokes. She immediately got weak in the knees, and I had to help prop her up with my left arm.
I did this for about a minute, getting her worked up even more, if possible. I quickly withdrew my finger and pulled my hand away from her pussy. She groaned loudly, but I moved forward and slid into her hot pussy from behind in a quick motion. My hard cock slid all the way in, and bottomed out. She groaned even louder, and more animalistic, as I started rotating my hips back and forth. I was pumping into her, pushing her into the shower wall over and over again. As I pumped into her, I moved my right hand up to her right breast, and massaged it on the underside. My hand gently squeezed it, and I moved my fingers up to gently pinch and roll the nipple between index finger and thumb. She started getting pretty vocal at this point, and I was very thankful that our daughter wasn’t home.
“OH YES… YEEEES… YEEEEES… FUCK ME…. OH GOD YES…” she almost incoherently kept going. “HARDER… HARDER DAMN IT!”
I released her breast and nipple, and grabbed both of her hips with my hands. I started really pummeling into her from behind, looking down to see my cock disappear and reappear from her hot wetness. I absolutely loved to see the site of our union, entering that wet velvety place that my cock was MEANT to be. I was getting close at this point, but it didn’t matter. She screamed out at that moment, her legs giving out on her and her body writhing uncontrollably. Her shaking orgasm kept up, and only my hard cock, and my hold on her hips, kept her from falling to the shower floor.
I pumped another minute or two, and then felt my toes tingle as my own orgasm started to pulse. I felt my cock twitch hard, as I jerked into her gorgeous ass, blasting her pussy with cum in forceful jets. The jerking motions slowed, suddenly getting very light-headed. I was seeing stars so badly that I had to blink several times to get my vision back. I kept her pinned against the wall for a minute, to catch my breath, and then pulled out and turned her around, embraced her in a tender hug.
“Honey, I love you so much. I’m so sorry about being late…”
“Shhh, I forgive you… I love you too, you know?”
We finished up in the shower, and after drying off, went to bed. As we lie there cuddling, we both said goodnight to each other, and drifted off to sleep. I am not sure what my wife was dreaming, but I fell asleep dreaming about her in the shower again.
We both got up for our normal Friday routine. I brewed the coffee while she made up some waffles and cut some fresh fruit. After cleaning up the plate of dinner that I never ate, I poured two cups of coffee and she plated breakfast. We sat at our breakfast nook, eating and chatting about the coming vacation. When I stood up, announcing I had to leave for work, she got that look on her face again. The one that spoke volumes about her anger towards my job lately.
I turned to face her, got close to her, and hugged her. “Honey, I know work has been taking me away from you a lot lately, but I WILL make it up to you, I promise. Next week will be just what we need, and when I get back, I will talk with Cyrus about adding an additional pilot, OK?”
She smiled, “You mean that? God James, it’s just that I hate not being able to spend time with you. I get home from work, and this house is so empty, so lonely until you get home.”
“I know babe, I know. I miss you while I am gone too. You know that right?”
“Of course I know that, but it still sucks.”
She had a point, and I couldn’t argue it anymore, so I just nodded. I gave her a kiss, grabbed my coat and walked out the door. She would leave for her job shortly after I did on most mornings. Thankfully I didn’t have any flights today, just some paperwork and a few follow-ups to call. I got home a little earlier, hoping it would make Caitlin happier. When I got home, the house was empty, so I took off my tie and turned on the T. V. to watch the early news. About thirty minutes later, my wife walks in, dressed in her workout clothes, dripping sweat.
“Guessing you just went for a run, or the gym?” I asked.
“Yea, I just got done at the gym. Well this is a nice surprise, you’re home early,” she said with a huge smile.
“I thought I would try to surprise you, seeing how I have been so busy lately. I didn’t want you to think that I forgot about you.”
She smiled again, fanned herself off for a second, and excused herself to head for our bathroom. She took a shower, while I got a couple of wine glasses out, and opened a bottle of 2010 Cabernet to breathe. She came out of the bathroom and sat with me at the table, and we enjoyed our wine just chatting idly about our day to each other.