He got up from the comfort of the L-shaped couch, stretching as he did. A yawn burst from his lips. He ran his hand through his mid-length brown hair and looked back to his wife. She was sitting in the corner of the couch, cozy in her soft pajamas.

He leaned over her and kissed her deeply, his hand running through her blonde highlighted red hair. She felt his hand travel to the curve of her hip as he kissed her, giving her butt a squeeze.

“Ready for bed baby,” she asked when he broke the kiss.

“Sure, let me go let the dog out, then bedtime,” he said, turning to walk away.

“Come back here first,” she said to him, opening her legs suggestively. The couple had been married eleven years; she didn’t need to do more than that to tell him what she wanted.

He came back to her, leaning over her between her legs and started kissing her again. His hand travelled over the soft material of her pajama pants, first to her ass, giving it a squeeze. Then, as his tongue slid into her mouth, his hand travelled to between her legs.

She pulled him closer with one hand, the other groped his hardening package through his sweatpants. Then his slid under the waistband of her pants, past her trimmed pubes, to her most sensitive place.

The wife moaned through the kiss when his middle finger slid inside her slick pussy.

“Let me get these off,” she said to the husband, breaking away from the kiss. She pulled her pants off and exposed herself for him. He took a moment to enjoy the sight, her pussy shining with wetness, goosebumps spreading across her pale flesh.

She watched her husband as he got down on his knees in front of the couch. He pushed her thighs open and started to lick her. She started to moan instantly. His licks started slowly, going from bottom to top, stopping to attend her clit, then back down and up again.

He felt her grab a tuft of his hair when he slid his tongue inside her the first time. He pushed his tongue deeper in her, savouring the taste of her pussy and the sound of her moans.

“Ohhh fuck baby,” the wife moaned when he moved his attentions to her clit. He felt her button between his lips, and focused on it, using her moans of pleasure to dictate pace.

Her cries of pleasure became more insistent, and he quickened the pace. Her hand on his head now gripped him there.

“It’s so fucking gooood baby, oh FUCK! Ohhhhh,” she cried out as his licking reached a crescendo,

“yeahyeahyeah!”

He felt his lips and chin soak as she came, her pussy spasming and her juices coating his face. Her screams were muffled by her legs, the orgasm making her clamp them on him, still holding him on her. Her hips gyrated against his face.

He kept licking as she bucked and humped his tongue. The only sound in the room were her cries of ecstasy. The husband felt his cock, hard and pressing against his underwear; few things get him more excited than making his wife cum on his lips.

Her orgasm started to subside a little, her body relaxed into the couch and the husband’s licks slowed with her. He didn’t rise, or stop though, but moved his way down lower.

A low moan escaped the wife as he found her puckered hole with his tongue. She shifted herself and spread her cheeks to give him better access to her arse. He explored the ridges and center of her asshole, licking excitedly, listening to her moan with pleasure.

He reached up and found her clit with his thumb and started to rub it while he ate her ass. Her cries of pleasure started to increase, and her breath quickened. He could tell that she was going to cum from his attentions, and he picked up the pace.

She seemed to levitate off the couch, and she screamed with pleasure. Then, she collapsed back down on the couch, now almost laying flat.

He stood and pulled his pants off.

“Sit up,” he said, and she obliged. He put his hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth onto his cock, groaning as he watched it slide between her lips. She looked up at him as he stood there while he fucked her mouth. She tasted his salty precum.

“Hmmm yeah, deeper,” he grunted, pulling off his shirt. She took his cock as far as she could before gagging on him and withdrawing with a rope of saliva trailed from her lips. Eleven years of marriage and her cocksucking skills still blew his mind.

She laid back on the couch, and he got on top of her. He roughly pushed his throbbing cock into her slick entrance and started fucking her, hard. Her pussy clamped on him, the angle he at was hitting her g-spot just right and her moans quickly turned into screams of orgasm.

Within a minute of sliding his hard cock into her, the husband felt her soak his balls and crotch with her cum. He pounded relentlessly, feeling her pussy clamp and spasm on his cock.

“Oh FUCK! Oh fuckfuckfuck,” she cried out, one orgasm blending into the next. Her husband slammed into her hard, leaning back enough to watch his cock disappear into her, then slide out, wet with her cum.

“Do you want to move to the bedroom” she asked after he pulled out of her to adjust the angle.

"Yes, let’s go.”

They walked together down the hall, pulling off whatever clothes were left on in the process.

She climbed onto the bed and got on her hands and knees ready for him. Craving him. He got behind her and pushed his cock wet throbbing cock into her. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her and each time he did each time he did she squealed with pleasure.

He moved one hand off her hips so that he could rub her asshole with his thumb. Her moans increased as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her. She collapsed onto her shoulders, her face in the pillows and her hands gripping the bedsheets.

“Yeahyeahyeah fuck me baby give it to me!”

As he fucked his wife’s quivering pussy, feeling her soak his balls again, he felt the orgasm rising in him. He grunted roared out a guttural, feral sound as he started twitching and filling his wife’s pussy.

He slammed into her again and again as his cock spirted and filled her, her screams muffled by the pillows he was pushing her into. His hands gripped the flesh of her side and ass so hard she thought it would bruise.

The husband, gasping and spent, slid slowly out of her, and collapsed on the bed. Still moaning, the wife’s hand found her clit and she started playing with herself to get every last orgasm out.

She felt the husband’s hand rise to her cum filled pussy, and he slid two fingers inside her. His thumb found her clit, and he started fingering her g-spot and clit simultaneous.

“Ohhh fuck,” she cried out, burying her face in the pillow. He worked vigorously, enjoying the sloppy wet sound of their cum as he did. As she orgasmed again their combined wet cum dribbled, hot and sticky down his hand and her legs.

She collapsed completely into the bed, and he withdrew and laid down next to her.

“People who say married sex sucks don’t know shit,” the wife gasped after a time. The husband giggled, feeling satisfied.

“They must not be doing it right,” he chuckled.