Unexpected Midnight Sex

I woke groggily, blinking my eyes in the almost pitch black bedroom as my wife climbed carefully into bed with me. It took me a minute to remember why that was a bad thing.

“Cyn?” I yawned and stretched. “I thought you were on shift? What’s wrong?”

“Shhh…” she hushed me, laying her fingertip gently across my lips. She snuggled in closer, laying her head on my biceps, her hand trailing down between us. My eyes widened as I felt her taking hold of me and gently starting to stroke. Something was definitely up, but damn if I was going to object! Maybe I’d gotten my days wrong, and she hadn’t been at the hospital tonight after all, but had gone out drinking with her girlfriends instead? It had to be something like that; I could barely even remember the last time she’d been the one to initiate sex, and she hardly ever responded to my attempts anymore unless she’d gotten herself good and liquored up first. Whatever the cause, I was just thanking my lucky stars and trying not to do anything that would mess it up!

She turned herself around in my arms, backing her ass into my crotch and grinding against me. I wrapped the arm she was laying on loosely around her neck the way she used to like, taking hold of her breast, my other reaching down and around to rub my fingertips over her clit. She must have gone to the bathroom to shave when she’d gotten home, the smooth, tight skin feeling incredible under my palm. I guess at least some things never change, because she mewled appreciatively, reaching down to angle me into place, gasping and trembling adorably as she eased me between her lips. She was already so wet, just like she used to get when we first got together… I pushed in, slowly but firmly, just like she used to enjoy so much. She clutched at my wrists, gasping and moaning as I slowly gave her all eight inches. God, she felt tight tonight! So much tighter than I remembered! But I guess that’s what happens when it’s been months since the last time.

I gave her a moment to adjust, grinding myself hard against her ass, stretching her as deep as I could reach. She was whimpering adorably, just like she used to do so long ago, when she was still getting used to my size. I started to thrust, gently at first but gradually growing more forceful, nuzzling through her long, soft hair, kissing her shoulders, back, and neck. She was rocking her hips, letting out the cutest little gasps every time I bottomed out in her. I was trying to be careful, so the sound of my hips impacting against her round little ass wouldn’t wake our daughter Megan in her room next door, but there’s only so much a guy can be expected to resist! And after the first time she came, wailing and whimpering into the night without a care, there no longer seemed to be much point. I tightened my grip on her breast, readjusted my other hand to hold her more firmly in place, and really started giving it to her hard. She moaned and trembled, holding tighter to my wrists, encouraging me to more and more.