Inside of me

I'm curled up on my side with you spooning me, like a warm sleepy letter c within a C. I feel you smiling in the darkness because I have slipped under your sheets without my clothes. It is an old lazy horizontal dance that begins with you sliding your arm over me to cup my breast.

My response is to slide my hand under the waist band of your underwear and lightly brush your penis awake.  As the temperature rises to the soft hum of the ceiling fan and your wakefulness grows, my heart skitters and leaps like water droplets on a hot skillet.

Outside is night's darkness but, inside of me all sunshine.

Wet Play

The searing Midwest heat ebbed slightly as the thunderclouds began to gather. At last the humidity was paying off in cloud cover. We made our break for the small 15 diameter above ground pool aka. the redneck pool in the back yard. The back yard was actually an acre of trees that had a clearing in the middle and that was where I set up the redneck pool.. It was our staycation spot, complete with picnic table in the shade.

We tossed our towels on the picnic table and you floated your inflatable raft/lounge in the pool. I watched you inch in and attempt to mount the raft with the minimum of skin to water contact. You always did hate the shock of cold water. Today however, was kind. The temperature of the water was perfect. Not too cool and just mild enough to dip in and feel wonderful.

I did my ritual testing of the PH and chemical balance and then took the ladder to enter the inviting circle of water. You leaned back and with sunglasses over closed eyes, soaked in the restful floating sensation and momentary basking in sun and alternately soft shade of clouds. I took my first lap around the glorified kiddie pool keeping your raft in the center as to not block my progress.

At the second pass I slipped off my bikini top and continued doing the side stroke. In such a small pool I could only do a lap in a continuous circle. The soft splash and sound of a wandering breeze brushed over us. I swim out of my bikini bottoms now seamlessly without stopping my circular journey.

You laze on, sightless at my nude water dance around you. I smile and hang my bikini bottoms on the big toe of your foot that rests over the end of the inflatable lounge. I can feel the energy change electric as you spot me now. The next lap is barricaded by your float and you take advantage of your position to cup my bare bottom that has tried to bob past you. The water is delicious as warm silk against my skin and tingling where you caressed my derriere.


You join me now in the water, commenting on how I will not have tan lines this Summer. I dodge your searching arms and continue my lap around the edge of the pool. By the time I come round to you agian you have divested yourself of your swim trunks also. My heart speeds up and my body aches at the site of you: naked Neptune in waiting. Thunder in the distance sounds it's Tympani.


This next pass I am captured and pulled in to your lap. Easily as a feather you float me into your arms, my back against your nude frame feeling the urgent flesh behind me. You are still adjusting me...no, you are raising me up and down in tiny lifts and lowerings to slide against your turgid member. I am excited by this.


You whisper in my ear as you capture my ear lobe between your lips," we better continue this inside..."

Hello Penis

I love this routine. You get home and the dog wiggles and leaps in utter devotional joy at your return from work. I allow the dog to dance and greet you and wait my turn. I stand and we kiss. It is that kind of kiss. The small smile, eyes meeting and familiar pressure of our lips in a welcome home way.

There is a recap of the day, yours and mine, the highlights. Cute happenings, funny jokes at work and how much money you made and a general cheer of awesomeness about it from me is the chatter. We advance down the hall while you decompress from the long work day.

I watch from the king size bed as you toe off your socks, peel away your work shirt and advance around the bed to take off your slacks. The routine is that I lean across the bed and scratch your back a little while. Sometimes you talk or I do; sweet small talk of married couples who are comfortable with each other.

Finally what I am really waiting for. He knows it. I never hide the fact that I look forward to it every time. I complain if I miss the event even. He stands, faces me in his BVDs and quickly lowers the elastic to flash me his cock. I laugh with salacious glee. If he feels festive he will even do tricks with his penis like bounce it against the elastic waistband or helicopter it with a flourish and a dashing smile.

I nod in approval and sigh with a mock fainting gesture of my upturned wrist to my forehead. If he plays coy I demand that he show me his dick. I don't know why. I just like that part of our welcome home ritual. Like the intricate greeting dance of flamingos or the processional nodding promenade of a penguin couple, I feel bonded to him in a special way when he flashes the heraldry of his  intimate staff.

Hallway Sex

It starts with an old joke. When you first get married you have kitchen table sex, that wild unbridled passion that happens spontaneously. Then as you settle into married life and routine you have bedroom sex. It is more comfortable in bed and you can lock the kids out for privacy. Finally you end up having hallway sex in your golden married years. That is when after all the struggles and trials of marriage have taken their toll and when you pass each other in the hallway you look at each other and say " Fuck you."

He told me that joke years ago and we throw it out playfully every now and then. The other day we were passing each other in the hall and he side stepped me instead of letting me nuzzle his shoulder as I passed him. ( It is our affectionate habit to brush hands, caress shoulders or quick hug as we pass.)

I shot him an hostile glace for denying me and he lifted his chin in mock defiance. " Hallway sex?!" He chimed. "Fuck You!" I said with fake vehemence.And then he surprised me.

In seconds he had me pinned against the wall his thigh deftly between my legs, hot kisses on my lips as his free hand ravaged my unsuspecting breast. The temperature in the hallway skyrocketed. I was left panting and laughing.

Come to me

I like it. The loving strength of it, giving you a full body massage. There is a connection that runs like fire from your body to mine and back again as I traverse the muscled landscape of your form. I can feel you melting as I work each side and down the length of your back. Like unwinding a a bent coil of metal wire I straighten you out lengthen you, each ligament and meaty fiber.

There is no sense of desire there as I wander up and down the long legs or during the deft manipulation of each of those beautiful feet. It's like toying with sculpted marble carvings, only your feet are warm. I'm so proud of their beauty I want to show them off to strangers.

I advance to the arms. massaging each in turn till they release and lay limp with bliss on either side of your body. Having turned you over and working again the tops and side of all of you I tenderly touch your face and move down your belly.

I asked if you wanted a happy ending and you seemed delightfully surprised. I used a different oil then. Grapeseed oil. It is so light and slick you barely know its there. All sensation now tingling on your hardened cock I hear you suck your breath in as I pulse it. I find the combinations that seem to make your stomach muscles tense in rhythm and then lean over to kiss you, still pistoning your shaft in my hand.

I can feel that endless primal circuit now through our hot kiss, in the searching caress of your hand on my breast and along the line of arm to the quaking ivory staff.

You fountain. Contentment.

He Gets Me

You know when someone loves you because they know what you love. Among the gifts my Hubby gave was 50 feet of Para Cord and a Hello Kitty umbrella. He knows what I like. He paid attention. He gave me what I would really like and I adore him for it. He gets me.

I know what he likes I watch him drooling at the RV super store. I make mental notes throughout the year about what catches his eye. His satisfaction and contented purring over his Christmas haul was music to my ears. and his reward, you may ask...? He gets... me.

A Man in My Eyes

When you would stop me in passing and turn me to face away from you and re tie my bow, when you so thoughtfully remembered to pack my favorite refreshment in a cooler when we took a road trip, when you looked into my eyes, smiled and said "My beautiful wife...", when you grabbed me in your sleep and pulled me to you because you had a nightmare and wanted to protect me, when you said nice things about your step son when you didn't think I was listening, when you take me out to dinner and tip generously for good service, when you do these things that make you a man in my eyes, I adore you.