My GOD, this was a long day. My beautiful wife had been in a mood for a couple of weeks and, of course, there had been no lovemaking. When we were first married six years ago, we made love several times a week and had sex in between. Even long drives were made shorter by blow jobs and fingering. We made a few truckers’ days, too, when Becky gave them a show of her wet pussy and her fingers glistening with her juices. Even a lady trucker blew her horn and gave us the “rock on” gesture as her grin split her face.

Of course, over the years the frequency of plain rutting sex lessened, but the slow, sensual lovemaking where we showed each other just how important we were to the other continued to happen every two or three days, until it stopped about two weeks ago. She had headaches, or a hard day at work, or her tummy didn’t feel good, or any other excuse. Honestly, I was starting to worry that maybe she was seeing someone else.

What was the most confusing and stressful was that she continued her flirting with me as she had always done. She’d made a game of flashing various parts, a gap in her robe to show her pink, hard nipple, bending at the waist wearing a towel after the shower so I caught a glimpse of her pussy, sitting on the arm of the couch in her miniskirt so I could just see pussy peeking out under the hem, rubbing against me, and, my favorite, sticking a finger into herself, then giving me a whiff and a taste. Those were always preludes to intimacy, but not anymore.

This morning, I awoke to the feel of the back of her throat against the head of my dick and her lips tight around its base. I almost came right then, but I managed to control myself as she stroked her mouth up and down, flicking her tongue all the way. When the first drop of precum oozed out, she pulled her mouth off, licked her lips, and said, “That’s just a beginning for tonight.” Then she jumped off the bed and headed to her bathroom to get ready for work. I was half-hard most of the day and was thankful that things were slow so I could spend the day at my desk. It was also good that things were slow because I certainly couldn’t concentrate on my job.

Five o’clock came and I was out of there like a bullet. Becky got home about 20 minutes after me and I met her at the door. As soon as her purse and keys hit the entryway table, I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss and stroked my back, pressing herself into my hardening cock. Then, grabbing my ass and pulling me tighter against her, she broke the kiss and said, “Patience, tiger,” and headed to the bedroom to change. I tried approaching her in there but was told to wait until after supper. Damn! My head was almost spinning with lust. I no longer wanted a lovemaking session, just one of our old-fashioned rutting fucks.