Finally!!!

Finally, something I can work with! At long last (bear in mind my week out of town, preceded by an indefinite period without prior), we finally had sex! And believe it or not, it was amazing! It wasn't the craziest sex in the world, but it was exciting nonetheless. I don't need insanely crazy sex anyways. I'm not sure if that's because I honestly don't need crazy, kinky sex or if it's because my expectations are so low these days. Of course, if it was offered I wouldn't turn it down. OK I guess, being honest with myself, I am pretty kinky and would enjoy being with someone that adventurous sexually. Actually, I've never really been with someone who was able to challenge me sexually (more on that later). I wonder why. Anyways, I'm getting sidetracked. I was saying, low expectations or not, it was pretty sexy. 

One of the sexiest parts was the spontaneity; something that has been sorely missing from our sex life. Everything seems so planned, so often, that a sudden, unexpected jumping can be as exciting as the sex itself. So, we were getting ready to leave for dinner and I decided to kiss her; no expectations, just a simple kiss. Feeling her tender lips between mine, I had to have another, and another, and another; each kiss getting longer and more intense than the former. Still I kept my expectations in check and was happy just to enjoy the simple pleasure of kissing that, sadly, too can easily be forgotten as years go by in a marriage. No sooner had I tempered my desires, sure that nothing would happen, especially with dinner pending, then she had removed her shirt. It's kind of a difficult thing to describe, but seeing a woman's shirt pass just past the fullest point of her breast (generally the nipple) accomplishing both the exposing of said nipple and a slight jiggle as the shirt releases the tension on the breasts instantly drives me crazy; and this time was no exception. All my hard work to contain myself was hastily undone. 

Quickly, we removed our clothing and began making out, first standing then lying in bed. Our hands and mouths searched each others bodies. I started, first, gently kissing her neck, biting occasionally, gradually moving down to her perfect breasts. I lightly kissed her breasts; gently licking, sucking and nibbling her sensitive nipples. She stroked my hard cock while I massaged her increasingly wet pussy lips and clit. We alternated between overt sexual caresses and strong, emotional embraces. Holding each other tightly we kissed passionately almost as if to prove this was just as much about love as it was sex. To me, our love life and sex life are intertwined. At times, tends to treat them like they're two separate things for some reason, but that's another rant for another time. Anyways, we continued kissing and as she opened her legs, I pushed my pelvis into the void. She pushed her pelvis into mine and the angle allowed me to slide the top side of my cock along her now very wet pussy lips. Every so often, I would put just the tip, not even the whole head, of my cock into her, pull it out and rub the mixture of her juice and my precum along her pussy lips with my cock. Finally, I couldn't take anymore. The feeling of my cock sliding along her pussy, straining to feel its slick warmth envelop me was too much to bear.

I pulled her on top of me, gently sliding her down on my aching cock. She was a little tight and sore at first, given the length of time since our last session, but caution was soon abandoned as her pussy conformed and welcomed my cock. We started with slow, shallow movements but quickly gained speed and intensity. Her deliberate tightening around my cock and grinding into me made me lustfully insane. A woman who really rides me hard has always done it for me, after all. Though it felt incredible, being wrapped tightly in her hot pussy, I occasionally would pull out, teasing her with just the head, then thrusting forcefully back into her.

I knew she was getting close and that she likes to be taken, so I rolled her onto her back and swiftly shoved my cock into her eager pussy. She moaned as I pushed myself into her as far as I could. I took several long, deep strokes. Grabbing my hips she drove me into her harder and faster. She was getting closer, and I as well. Finally, with little notice, almost as if she was caught off guard, her moans became louder and more frantic. Her chest rose and fell, her hips pushing against my rhythmic thrusting. Quickly I felt a wave of overwhelming sensation, and my shaft began to jerk in pleasure as she encouraged me to keep going. I continued moving in and out, as much as the sensitivity would allow, until my pulsing shaft had finished filling her with my cum and her groaning subsided. It took awhile but we finally composed ourselves and finished getting ready for a well earned dinner.  

Like I said, it wasn't the craziest sex ever but it was certainly more spontaneous and passionate than I've become used to!