The stress of the holidays and multiple kids with teenage angst was definitely wearing on the couple. They sat alone together on the couch catching up on favorite shows that sat unwatched for way too many seasons. It was rare to have a moment of alone time like this. Perhaps the recent Thanksgiving hustle and late nights had exhausted the kids as well. They had all retreated upstairs to their bedrooms with doors closed and seemed content to stay isolated for the night. The couple sat closely together under a shared blanket and held hands as the show unfolded. Another rarity for sure; to be that close and sharing touch. Not for any lack of desire or interest between the couple, but purely because the sheer chaos of life forced the two to stay separated as they handled multiple activities in multiple locations. The freshly opened bottle of Cabernet might have had something to do with the closeness as well.

With a warmly lit fire on a cold December night, one glass of wine down each and a long quiet validation that the kids would not be returning, the hand holding turned more into hand caressing. Obviously a positive sign that relaxation was setting in and allowing for more intimate thoughts to creep in. The wife was the first to break the silent show watching.

“Sorry I have been so emotionally and physically drained lately, it has been difficult”, she said without breaking her eyes away from the TV. 

“I get it”, the husband chimed back, “I don’t ever hold it against you. It has been busy and the kids have not been easy”. This said while also keeping his eyes locked onto the show. She knows how high his libido runs sometimes. 

“You deserve more. You work so hard. I know how important intimacy is to you but it’s just hard to get in the mood sometimes with so much going on and with how the kids treat me all the time”. She said the last part with a frown further confirming that the recent teenage-like disrespect was really bothering her. 

“I do understand. We have to stay consistent. Their poor attitudes definitely put a damper on everything. We just have to keep finding times like these to get-away or be alone and relax. It is important to do especially with the constant stress of work all day every day too”. He grimaced, recalling the extraordinary amount of activity that was currently going on with a recent merger and acquisition opportunity at his company.  He leaned forward and grabbed the wine bottle off of the coffee table. She held her empty glass out to him and refilled hers and then his from what was left in the Cabernet bottle. 

After taking the glass and a sip she teased, “Well maybe we should find you someone that can give you a good blowjob or handjob whenever you need it and I don’t feel like it. Maybe even tease you with their feet”. A look of shock hit his face. Not because his wife was exceptionally vanilla in the bedroom (because she wasn’t), but because previous spicy conversations never crossed over into considering other people’s involvement. It was very rare that they talked about sex and kinks and when it did happen (usually after a couple of bottles of wine), he was more apt to discuss his own desires and interests. Hence, her teasing jab about feet. For her though, she repetitively claimed that she had no specific desires or kinks and no idea where to even start.  Perhaps she was finally hinting at something?

“Yeah right! You mean just like going to the spa to get a massage. Go in, get it, get out?”, he carefully said, still trying to gauge where she was going with this idea. He of course knew that it wasn’t going to cross too many lines as they had discussed in the past that such arrangements would do nothing more than to create immense drama in already hectic and chaotic family lives.

“Absolutely. Highly convenient. Although that is all that it is allowed to be. Purely transactional. No foreplay or follow up. Get your stress relief and everyone gets out!” she giggled at the prospect, “although I am guessing it would get pretty pricey over time”. She knew how to cater to my penchant for not spending money. 

“Sounds fun, but highly convenient seems to be what I’ve got right here right now. Not by getting into a car and driving somewhere else outside in the cold”, he sarcastically teased. Well, somewhat sarcastically. It did sound fun and what guy doesn’t fantasize about multiple women pleasing him. After all, major world religions were built around this concept being considered as heaven!

The flirtatious answer referencing her being right there right now must have been the right answer because she cuddled closer and was content to focus back on the show. This time though, stray fingers from the hand caressing found their way between his legs. Her fingers simultaneously explored and found what she was looking for - proof that her teasing words and closeness had turned him on. The evidence was overwhelming, of course. She knew how to stimulate his thoughts. The large bulge was both rock hard and warm to the touch. She worked her finger tips around, tracing the length of his manhood back and forth. It was tucked in his pants up against his stomach so she had free reign to run the entire length of his sensitive underside. She brushed back and forth strong enough on the outside of his pants to create need and tension, but still softly enough to keep him wanting more pressure. Much more. Nothing was said, and silent show watching continued. Well, that and his building desire to yank his pants off and start ripping her clothes off too. He restrained himself. They both slowly took another sip of their wine from the glasses in their free hand. The show was coming to an end, so was the wine and it was getting late. 

“Welp…..that was good” he quickly grabbed the remote and powered off the TV, making sure to bring finality to the moment in an attempt to transition the fun up into the bedroom as fast as possible. He stood up slowly adjusting himself so he could properly walk and she followed his lead . Soon they were bustling around the house turning off lights, cleaning up after themselves, locking doors, readying bedside drinks of water and heading up stairs to commence the nighttime routine. Then began the excruciating time lapse of changing into pajamas, brushing teeth and performing any number of other activities couples do to get ready for bed. He was done and ready long before she was. He crawled into bed and steeled himself for the long wait for her to finish and join him. 

He lay there staring at the ceiling waiting, for what he hoped the final outcome of the night would be, fun bedroom activities that ended in a finish where they both slept through the night like babies. Of course, they had been drinking and they were both exhausted from the day and life so there was still a good chance that nothing would happen but a fast drift off to sleep. But maybe the earlier teasing was a sign of at least some quick vanilla missionary sex. It wasn’t often they were able to take the time to spend hours exploring each other’s bodies or warming each other up with hot foreplay or experimenting with the variety of sex toys and lingerie that he had bought her over the years. The toy purchases were his attempt to hopefully open her up to some secret hidden mind blowing kink she hadn’t found yet; if only she could tell him that which her brain doesn’t yet know! The lingerie, well that was purely for his enjoyment and love of all things sheer and soft on a woman.  Scenarios like these have played out in the past, but they are rare and fleeting. This all averages out to hope. Hoping something happens other than just sleep. 

Having finally finished her nightly routine, she crawled into bed with nothing but tight floral satin panties and a tight black tank top. A choice that really accentuated the curviness of her butt and breasts and showcased the chill in the room through her very visible large and erect nipples. Nestling under the warm covers, she took up her usual position of laying on her side with her back and butt pointed to him. This snapped him out of a variety of kinky and sexual daydreams that he used to weather the wait. The benefit of the daydreaming, and now her nighttime wear and closeness, was that his hard bulge remained and even felt larger. The downside of drifting off into his fantasies was the increased level of his expectations and desire. God, why weren’t they fucking yet! He shook his head to temper his excitement and rolled over toward her, careful to not poke her with his bulge until he was absolutely sure she was going to reciprocate. He applied his usual soft “go-to” tactic of repeatedly rubbing his hand between her back and her butt . It was his universal non-verbal sign that he wanted to progress the activity further. Now he just had to wait for the reply.  This was the make or break moment. Would it be shut down and riddled with rejection and disappointment or would the earlier teasing and caressing blossom into a fun night? He massaged her and waited, the throbbing in his pants becoming slightly unbearable. If she was interested she would usually roll on her back and allow him to take his top missionary position after removing his pants or she would climb on top for a quick ride. He waited.

And then suddenly, motion. His lucky day! She started to roll toward him, but this time it felt different. As she rolled onto her other side toward him, she formed a barrier with one arm in front of her breasts and, as quick as a snake strike, used her other hand to locate and grasp onto his bulge protruding through his pants. The speed and strength of the grip was shocking and surprisingly pleasurable. He felt warm electricity emanate from his lower back, down through his taint, and into each big toe. She knew exactly where to grab; her index finger on the fist grasping him latched on tightly right beneath the head on the sensitive underside of his shaft as she pushed it up into his belly. She was intentionally not moving her hand or stroking, but she used her fist to squeeze hard and leaned her full body into his. She bent the knee of her top leg and brought it up under his balls, intensifying the electric feeling running through his taint.  It was a tease that made seconds feel like minutes. All he could think of trying was using his free hand to reach around the bent leg to hug her closer by her butt and continue his awkward back and butt massage dance.  However, a slow cuddle was not part of her plan. She shrugged off his massaging hand, released her gripping hand, and used it to rip down his pants and underwear below his knees by the waistbands instead. She simultaneously used the knee in his crotch as leverage to quickly pivot to position herself on top of him, pinning and straddling him at the knees. His hard penis stood erect and throbbing in the cool air in front of her sticking straight up like a lighthouse in the dimly lit room. Again seconds seemed like minutes, and it was obvious the wine had lowered everyone’s inhibitions. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” She whispered as she used her free hands to rip off the tight black tank top exposing her taut breasts and extended hard nipples. Her long voluminous hair fell down framing her face and lightly covered her nipples. She was referring to desires he had shared with her in past sex talks about his appreciation for dominant women, women that knew what they wanted and were not afraid to take it. 

“This is amazing”, he whispered. Not because he was being quiet but because all the blood and energy had rushed to his hardon.  She leaned forward and up and her hair fell fully down onto his face exposing her breasts. This was her non-verbal sign for him to take her panties off for her. He took the cue and blindly reached up and pulled down on her underwear. She see-sawed one knee up and then the other to allow him to fully slip them off of her. He always enjoyed how soft women’s undergarments felt, especially when sliding them off of smooth skin. He dropped them off to the side of the bed onto the floor and she sat back down, still straddling him at the thighs and placed her crotch just below his erection and squarely on his balls. His penis pushed up against her frontside as her weight pushed his balls down toward the bed. Her hair had come to a rest between her breasts, nipples staying exposed and he could sense the heat of his shaft against her cool belly and the heat of her wetness against his cool balls. Feeling that she was turned on and feeling the mixed sensations of temperature, he started to go wild. Knowing (and feeling) that she wanted sex as much as he did always drove him into a frenzy . He reached up and grabbed just behind both of her extruding nipples with his thumb and index fingers and gave them each a slight pinch and tug. She breathed in and out, forming a pleasurable sigh. 

“Not too hard.” She leaned forward to make sure the nipple stimulation continued, but also allowed him to back off the pressure ever so slightly. She had always enjoyed her nipples being played with but in the last couple of years the pleasure she received from it seemed to ramp up and intensify considerably. He enjoyed doing it too. Anything that resulted in undeniable evidence that his actions were pleasuring her, pleasured him. She shuddered and gave a small quiet moan. She started to rock and grind her hips ever so slightly. He could feel her increased wetness and renewed his focus on her nipples. After some time, she suddenly pushed his fingers off of her.

“No. I want you inside of me. Now.” She stayed in the lead and leaned up and forward and reached down between her legs grabbing him firmly at his base.  She guided his tip straight into her wetness and used her weight to force him up inside of her. She sat fully back down on him, pushing him deep into her with ease. He had never felt her so wet. They both groaned in unison at the exquisite pleasure felt upon first entry. They froze, not moving an inch, to relish in all of the sensations and warmth and wetness swirling between their legs. If it hadn't been for the alcohol, he would have exploded already. She leaned down and used her hands to stabilize herself on his shoulders and started to rock and grind again, but this time with passion. First slowly and deliberately, then rapidly and recklessly. He pushed his hips up in rhythm, loving the feeling of his penis clicking and snapping into a deep place every time she went fully back onto him. She was into it and getting breathless. He closed his eyes and gripped the sheets hard on either side of him to both keep himself in place from her thrusts and to keep himself from orgasming too quickly. He didn’t want it to be over. He wanted this to last, especially given the take-control mood she was in.  He always felt it was better to give her the first of several orgasms before he had his only one. Sensing his efforts to hold back an early orgasm and wanting to catch her breath, she suddenly popped up and off his erection, sitting in front of it by straddling his stomach. His soaked and sensitive erection wobbled in the cold air. It felt wet enough to be dripping. She reached up with a tall posture and both hands to collect her hair out of her face and flip it behind her. She looked sensual and beautiful and powerful sitting atop him silhouetted in the dark room with all of her nakedness and curves. 

“You like when I am in control, huh?” she purred. All he could do was nod in agreement, words having left him some time ago. “Good, then lick me.” She quickly lifted herself and moved forward placing herself on his face and putting her clit straight onto his mouth. Again, shock hit him. He usually had to beg to eat her out, and even then it was always timid and awkward, mostly due to her unfounded insecurities about her body or her taste or her scent. All of which have never been a problem in his eyes.  That and she usually required a vibrator to orgasm. Unless they experimented and formulated precise oral technique over the course of many months, she wasn’t going to have an orgasm from just his mouth so it wasn’t a common go-to choice of hers. He kept repeating in his mind, “Don’t screw this up, Don’t screw this up!”. He opened his mouth wide and took her full mound into his mouth, using his tongue to press on and flick her clit. Her extreme wetness was now being rubbed all over his beard and chin. She was sweet and earthy to the taste and he wanted more. He reached his hands behind her and grabbed the curves of her butt hard. He pushed her into him. His saliva started to soak her more than she already was on her own. He relished in the mess they were making. 

“Oh?” she questioned curiously and playfully in reaction to his hands, “I guess I am not going hard enough for you, huh?” She lifted herself off his mouth to form a small air gap. 

“Stick your tongue straight out”. He paused still in disbelief that any of this was happening and trying to form any semblance of coherent thought.

 “Stick your tongue out.” she calmly repeated. He complied mindlessly and stuck his tongue straight out as far as he could. She lowered her vagina onto his tongue, rested her clit against his nose, and used her weight to force his tongue up inside her. She tossed her head back and moaned. He realized his airways were blocked and held his breath while moving his tongue around. She started to grind. Was this really happening? Was he suddenly put in a position to tongue-fuck his wife? Was this real or did he die and wake up in some heavenly afterlife porno? She picked up speed and strength, constantly grinding back and forth; repetitively slamming her clit into his nose. He used her back swing as an opportunity to take air into his briefly freed up nostrils. She reached up and started to pinch and tug at her own nipples. She grunted and groaned in pleasure with each stroke of her hips. It dawned on him that his boner was left out to air dry and was essentially ignored. Was this part of her control? Did she like the tease that came with his denial? Had he unlocked a new bedroom persona of hers? Maybe she could reach back with one hand and finish him off? He was simultaneously happy and frustrated by the fact that his cock was not getting serviced. It wanted to be touched. It wanted a release. She wasn’t giving it. It was his turn to moan, as much as he could with his mouth full and nose blocked. Instead of reaching behind her to stroke him, she grabbed his head and hair with both hands and pushed it into her crotch even harder as she continued to grind on his face. What a vortex of sexual and kinky thoughts and desires and fantasies to contend with. He had never been this worked up. He felt like he might orgasm without a solitary touch just from the sensitive feeling of the cool air. She became breathless again and started to slow down. She reached that upper limit of how far his mouth alone was going to take her. She wanted more.

“I want you to fuck me.” she said…….