No Place Like Home

 January 2017

The business trip had taken me across the world and taken two weeks.  Sex was on my mind.  My wife was on mind.  I wanted to hold her, caress her, take her.  The last connecting flight landed late; I drove home from the airport, pulling into my driveway after midnight.  My wife was exhausted after a long day, asleep in bed. 

I had to be in the office early the next morning; we rushed through our routines, bumping into each other in the bathroom; I had a hard-on in the shower that wouldn’t quit, but there was no time to do anything about it.  We barely had time for a see-ya-later kiss at the laundry room door leading into the garage. 

At the end of the day, we talked, catching up with the kids, the office, the news.  Finally, we found ourselves alone, in the bedroom.  I went into the bathroom and came out to find my wife changed into one jaw-dropping lavender lingerie combo:  a silky camisole that did not quite drape her matching lace panties that begged for attention below.  As she stood looking at me, I walked across the room, had my shirt and pants off in two swift moves, and literally tackled her on to the bed.   

I sprawled across the top of her and plunged my tongue into her mouth, hungrily kissing deep, wet.  My erection throbbed, bent upward against my lower abdomen, pressed between our bodies. 

I moved down to her breasts with furious kissing, pulling her camisole off before she could catch her breath.   Her nipples hardened as I slipped my hands down her sides and then underneath her butt, kneading her ass cheeks like bread.  I sucked, tugged, pulled, and licked her breasts until she began to squirm. 

Her arms flew around my back and she started to scratch.  I lifted my chest and torso up and she grabbed my cock and began to pump.  I yelped as she seized my nuts and squeezed.  I loved it.  I flipped her over and slapped her backside.  She loved it.  We panted, grunted, writhed, wrestled, and stroked every erogenous zone with abandon.  Hot.  Heavy.  Rough.  Intense. 

I suddenly sat up and turned her over again.  Now as she was face up I stood up on the bed, towering over her, my raging cock perpendicular to my body.  I spun around and knelt on her in a 69 position and dove for her crotch, my butt in her face.  I playfully, but forcefully, moved my teeth across her clit, still hiding beneath her panties.  I slid my hand underneath across her neatly trimmed bush and pushed a finger into her pussy.  Sopping wet.  Her panties were soaked.  I feared I would blow my wad then, there. 

Pulling the lavender panties off and tossing them across the room, my face now tasted what I had for so many days thirsted.  Sweet.  Sweaty.  Sensual.  Her juice is to die for.  I tongued her.  Ate her.  Toyed with her most private parts.  I ran my tongue up and down the inside of her thighs; I sent it searching into her slit.  I drove her over the edge into a screaming orgasm, as I fingered her G-spot and licked her into wave after wave of ecstasy.  I could not get enough.  My dick oozed precum across her neck and face as I held her in place by her hips and literally made her wild. 

At last, still straddling her with my back to her face, I lifted up and stared at the glistening, drenched, most beautiful arc between her legs.  Dear God in heaven, how I Thank You for this! 

I rubbed my cock into her folds as she began to finger my ass.  In a moment, she reached my prostate and electrified every inch of my being.  I groaned and then began to yell as I fell into the high of my cock pressing into her pussy in a reverse position as her fingers worked my prostate.  When I knew I was close to going over the edge, I pulled out, moved quickly, and turned around again, standing up, and then mounting her in a missionary. 

I teased her clit and opening with the head of my steel rod and pushed in half-way, pulling back out.  Again.  In.  Out.  At once, I dove all the way in, crashing against her deepest reach.  I pumped in and out like a mad man, propping my chest up with my arms, staring into her face, throwing my head back  occasionally, all in a crazed frenzy.  I could feel the gallons of cum saved up from days away on the other side of the world welling up deep inside of me; my balls drew tight.  My cock stretched and pulsed like never before.  She screamed.  I exploded with streams of jizz, filling her hard and fast, screaming myself, “Fuck!  Oh fuck, I am so hungry for you, for this!”  My wife pinched my nipples almost painfully as I did so—which always sends me even further into full-body bliss.  Totally, absolutely, unspeakably awesome. 

I collapsed on top of her and gently kissed and caressed her face.  “I love you.  I missed you.  I need you,”  I whispered; she mouthed back, “Me, too.”  I rolled off and we lay, side-by-side, holding each other close.  Perfect.  Worth waiting for.  There’s no place like home.