Chapter 5

After dinner we were sitting together on the sofa, John was reading the paper and I was watching television, nothing special just one of those 'made for TV' things. I wasn't paying it much attention, I was imagining the two of us sitting just like this on Saturday watching John's birthday DVD. I cuddled up to him and he casually draped an arm around my shoulders.

My mind drifted back a month or so to another evening like this, we had been sitting together after dinner just like now and I had put a hand on his thigh and said,

"I fancy an early night."

Without looking up he'd answered,

"OK, you go on up, I won't be long."

That wasn't the answer I was looking for, I moved my hand further up his thigh then across to rest over his cock,

"I meant for both of us," I whispered.

This time he got the message and turned his head to smile down at me,

"Oh, I see what you mean."

He put the paper down and stood up then reached a hand out to help me up. I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up then pressed myself against him, his arms went around me and I tipped my head back. His lips found mine kissing me, softly at first, then harder as my mouth opened for him. Our tongues met, licking and sliding against each other, his arms tightened around me pulling me hard against his body. He broke off our kiss and his arms loosened,

"Let's go upstairs then," he said.

I led the way up the stairs, John has always said he likes following me as it gives him a chance to watch my bottom so I put a little extra wiggle in my walk for him. I don't know if he noticed but he was trying to get a hand up my skirt before I was halfway up the stairs. I swatted his hand away playfully,

"Getting impatient aren't we?" I asked.

"You know I love you in a short skirt," he grinned, "or less!"

I laughed, one of the first things I had learnt way back when John and I were dating was that he loved me to dress sexily. Over the years he had hardly ever failed to buy me some revealing item of clothing for birthdays, Christmas, wedding anniversaries or sometimes just for the hell of it. At first I had hardly ever worn them, maybe just once when I first got them, then they had gone into the back of the wardrobe. Strangely enough it had been a chat with my mother that had changed my ideas,

"The time to worry dear," she had said, "is when he stops thinking of you as a sexy woman and starts seeing you as a housewife. You mark my words my girl, one day he will buy you a new vacuum cleaner for Christmas, it's all downhill from there believe me. If he likes you in short skirts it seems a pretty easy way to keep him happy."

I had laughed at the time but something in the way she had said it had stuck in my mind. The next time the two of us went out for an evening at the pub I had worn a dress he had bought for me, a red chiffon thing that initially I had thought was a bit too short for a 'respectable married woman', the skirt had a tendency to billow up in the slightest breeze too. That sort of thing might work for Marilyn Monroe I had thought but not for me! That night in the pub had been a bit of an eye opener, John had been very attentive, not spending ages playing darts or pool with his mates like usual. It didn't take many evenings like that to bring about a fairly drastic change in my clothes. Mum had been right, as usual, it was an easy way to keep him happy.

We got to the bedroom and the only thought of clothes either of us had then was how quickly we could get out of them. John was undressed faster than me, I was just about to unclip my suspender to remove my stocking when he stopped me.

"Leave them on, I love you in stockings."

I knew he did, that was something else I had learnt quickly. I posed for a moment, one leg slightly bent and my hips tilted.

"Mmmm very sexy, now get over here."

I walked across and joined him on the bed, he rolled me onto my back and leant up on one elbow beside me. His fingers brushed my hair back from my face then his lips descended on mine. His kiss was gentle at first but as my lips opened for him he got more passionate, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. His hand found my breast teasing my nipple, squeezing and pinching gently. I pushed his head away from mine, "suck my nipple, please..."

He was only too happy to oblige, his mouth opened wide taking as much of my breast as he could. His tongue licked around and around as he slowly let my breast slip out again, his lips remained close tight against my skin sucking me as gradually all but my nipple pulled free. He kept my nipple in his mouth sucking it hard as his tongue rolled around and around it. I had been feeling very aroused to begin with and his practiced touch just drove me wild, he knew just how I liked to be touched but tonight I was in no mood for our usual extended foreplay, I needed his cock in me, filling me, fucking me. I took hold of his hand and led it directly to my pussy, I heard him sigh as he felt how wet and open I was. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, lightly stroking it,

"Fuck me John," I whispered.

If he was surprised at my wanting his cock so early in our lovemaking he didn't show it, his fingers had already told him that I was more than ready for him. He moved above me taking his weight on his hands, his cock brushed across my tummy leaving its sticky trail before I grabbed it and directed it to my pussy, I lodged the head between my lips and looked up into his eyes,

"Fuck me," I said again, louder this time.

He smiled down at me and let his back arch downwards, his weight drove his cock into me smoothly and slowly, filling me, stretching me. He didn't pause just let his back arch more and more until I felt his coarse pubic hair scratching my tummy.

"Oh god you feel good," he sighed.

I spread my thighs wider and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself up to him I kissed him then lowered myself back to the bed.

"Now really fuck me!"

He sensed what I wanted and slowly drew his hips back, sliding out of me almost to the very tip, he paused, gave me a smile and then without warning thrust all the way back into me hard. I grunted as his body fell on top of mine and then sighed with pleasure as he started a fast hard rhythmical thrusting. I brought my legs up around his waist, opening myself to his fucking,

"Harder, harder, fuck me," I panted.

I wanted it, needed it, I locked my ankles together behind his back and began pulling myself up to meet his thrusts, grunting with pleasure each time his cock slammed back into me. This was what I needed tonight, my husband taking me hard, making me his. I bit my lip as I felt my orgasm approaching, that warm tingling feeling starting deep inside rippling out through my whole body. It built and built and built until suddenly as if something had given way the feelings burst through me rippling through my entire body, wave after wave of pleasure shaking me. My arms and legs locked around him pulling him harder into me as I shook and shuddered under him. My breathing sounded loud in my ears as I panted and sobbed, gasping for breath. John held still, his cock buried in me as I calmed down, once my eyes could focus again I could see him smiling down at me,

"Good?" he asked.

"The best darling, you have always been the best."

He chuckled a little then his eyes widened slightly.

"Mmmmm," he sighed.

I grinned up at him, I had started squeezing my pussy around him, tightening then relaxing rhythmically, working on making him come for me.

"Your turn now darling," I whispered.

He smiled again then began rocking his hips gently just sliding his cock in and out an inch or two each time. Slowly he accelerated, going deeper and faster until he was giving me his entire length again, I was coming almost continuously, not the huge earth shattering orgasm I had enjoyed a few moments ago but a steady series of smaller climaxes. Each of his thrusts seemed to trigger another minor explosion inside me. He straightened his arms again lifting his body away from mine and gave me four or five harder deeper thrusts then he moaned,

"Here it comes."

I felt his cock swell inside me and then the spreading warm wet feeling of his cream pumping deep inside me. His body fell on top of me pressing me onto the mattress his breath panting in my ear. He lay still for a moment or two and, grinning to myself a little, I began squeezing his cock again. He moaned softly,

"Oh, that is too good, wait a moment."

I gave one last squeeze then it was my turn to sigh, I had inadvertently squeezed at the wrong moment and his cock slipped out of my pussy.

"That will teach you," he laughed rolling to one side and taking his weight off me.

He lay on his side and slipped an arm under my shoulders pulling me to lie against him, our lips met in a tender kiss.

"So," he said after a few minutes, "what have you been up to today that got you so worked up?"

I should have known he would wonder, our usual pattern of lovemaking would have been a lot of long slow foreplay. He would usually go down on me and make me come two or three times before finally entering me. Tonight I had wanted him to take me, fuck me, hard and deep and quickly. I snuggled closer, pressing myself against him, his arm was under my head as I rested against him. I lifted one leg slightly feeling his still half hard cock resting on my thigh, sticky with our combined juices. We often lay together just like this, talking quietly and usually one or other of us would turn the conversation to something sexy. Of course that was usually the prelude to making love rather than the finale, I smiled to myself as I realised that with a little effort I might manage to make to make it an interlude instead.

"Well," I began, "you know how you always like me to wear short skirts and stockings for you?"

"Yes, I love you to look sexy."

"And sometimes when we are out together you nudge me and tell me some other man is looking at me?"

"I don't blame them, I think you are lovely and if other men didn't find you attractive too I'd begin to worry."

I laughed,

"So would I, even an old married woman like me needs reassuring sometimes."

John grinned,

"You aren't old, well not that old."

He grunted as I punched him in the ribs.

"And sometimes you have encouraged me to be a bit more daring, show a little more leg or some cleavage, and that time you got me to go topless on the beach for you."