Work Week

It had been a long week at work, the deal wasn’t going well and the boss was being a real prick.  In addition, my secretary was having “personal problems” and had been out most of the week.  I was just a mid level minion on the 14th floor of “big business” building 37 in downtown who cares.  

My wife must have sensed how stressed I was when I called to tell her I would be working late again tonight.  When I got home I was hoping the kids would be asleep and all I wanted to do was grab a stiff drink and stare at the wall for 30 minutes.  But the reality is, at the last minute I had left my wife alone with four rambunctious kids, again.  I would have been thrilled if they all just had their pajamas on.  I pulled into the driveway and thought of just sitting there for some peace and quiet, no one yelling, demanding, expecting anything of me. 

I mustered the willpower to walk through the door mostly because I knew my beautiful wife needed my help with the kids- surely I could suck it up for another 30 minutes.  We were a blended family so the dynamics were different than most, four kids between the ages of 3 and 6 were a lot of work.  Our blended nature made us appreciate each other and family life more than most of our friends.

Plus, my wife was beautiful and I was the envy of my male coworkers.  They could never understand how I got such a beautiful woman.  I tried to make them understand that it was because my first wife’s illness brought out my sensitive side and they needed to learn it.  It didn’t’ help that they were constantly making comments about her ass and how great it looked in a pair of jeans.  I couldn’t deny  it, I could only get pissed, her ass was so legendary it was no longer opinion and just considered fact. 

She must have sensed my stress when I called because miraculously all four kids were in bed and asleep.  I poured myself a scotch on the rocks and sat down on the couch to stare at the wall.  She came down the stairs and didn’t say much but just gave me a sympathetic smile as she started tidying up.  In hindsight I should have known she was up to something but in my present state it all passed me by.  She was wearing tight fitting jeans and bent over to collect the magazines on the floor, it seemed like it took an awfully long time to clean them but it never registered in my brain. 

Normally this type of behavior would have evoked a strong throbbing in cock and I would have enjoyed the view as long as possible or until I couldn’t take it anymore and was forced to move towards her pressing my hard cock against her ass while wrapping my arms around her waist.  With all the kids and pressures of work we had settled into a routine of once a week sex, we both wanted more but it wasn’t easy.  I hadn’t noticed but it had been almost two weeks since we “had relations” and she was getting desperate. 

After tidying up she went up stair to get ready for bed and said I will give you some time alone.  When she came back downstairs she was wearing her satin thigh length nightie, nothing unusual but she always looks spectacular in it and I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful she was.  She came over and said “let me help you get comfortable”.  She straddled my leg with her rear facing me, bent over enough to show me she wasn’t wearing any panties, and pulled my boot off.  Then she straddled my other leg and bent over a little more, enough to let me catch a glimpse of her pink, love-starved pussy. 

At this point I soon realized what she was up to, it had been too long and she wasn’t waiting any longer.  After the week I had had I really wasn’t in the mood, but I knew she could put me in the mood and I was going to let her.  She pushed my legs apart and walked up to me, bending over so I could look down her nightie and see her nipples.  She moved closer and started to undo my belt and then my pants.  She pulled them down and then turned around while bent over and finished pulling them off.  She came back and kissed my penis through my underwear and pulled it out through my fly just enough to kiss the tip as a teaser. 

She slowly pulled my boxers off and threw them away.  She turned and backed into me slightly bent over, she knew I could not resist the site over her naked, bent over, and showing her wet pussy to me.  She backed into me and reached between her legs to grab my cock pulling it up to rub her clit with the head of my penis.  Moving up and down, moving my penis between her pussy lips up to her clitoris and back, over and over again.  I could hear her start to moan as she sat on my lap, still with her back towards me. 

By this time I wanted her bad, I couldn’t take it much longer, I needed to feel her warm pussy around my rock hard cock.  She arched her back and guided my cock into her wet pussy as I ran my hands up her beautiful body and caressed her breasts, one in each hand.  We began to move rhythmically on the couch.  It had been almost two weeks and we both needed it bad.  She used her female ways to show off her sexy body and get me totally excited before she ever touched me.  A few more seconds of feeling her wrapped tightly around my cock with a breast in each hand and pulling her tight against my body, I was going to explode.  She was ready too and sensed my impending blast.  She slowed to fully enjoy both her orgasm and the feeling of my hot sperm exploding inside her.  With a simultaneous convulsion we both yelled and then fell into each other thankful we hadn’t waited any longer.