20 years and counting

We have been together for over 20 years.  Between work and kids, we struggle to connect and stay connected.   I think this really shows in the bedroom.   You know the story,  great sex life before kids then nothing after unless one of you is cheating.   We usually had sex 3 to 4 times a week before kids.  After kids are closer to the marital average of twice a month.   We get so busy,  so tired,  and sometimes sleep just takes priority over sex.  That being said,  we don't go more than a few days without one or both of us mentioning that we need to jump each other.   Maybe we are tired but the desire is there and our poor kids watch us share knowing glances and stolen kisses.

It amazes me that after all these years I still crave this man. I want him just a badly today as when we first started dating. The sex is so much better too.  No wasted time or touch,  he can make me cum with one well placed kiss.

Just the other day,  he pulled me close to him in bed. In theory,  we were going to bed early, baby was asleep and the oldest was happy in her room with her iPad.  This moment of tenderness turned into hours of sexy time.

It started off so sweetly,  just a long cuddle session then suddenly I felt his hot breath on my neck and a familiar delicious shiver ran down my back and my body was covered in goose pimples.  Just that quick it was on.   He slipped his hand between my legs and started to playing with my clit while kissing and licking my neck and ears.  He held me with my back to him,  refusing to let me turn around to meet his gaze.  He wanted me somewhere between crazy hot and helpless.

I could feel him feeling against my bare ass and I reached back and stroked his massive thick cock.  I wanted him inside of me but I also enjoying the sweet torture of foreplay.

He suddenly released me,  finally time for some dick but no, he licked down my stomach and landed right into my very wet, very hot, very desperate pussy.  His tongue exploring every part like it was the first time. I could feel his breathe quicken and he started to moan. The vibrations of his moan only served to excite me more. Then his thick fingers sunk deep into my pussy while his tongue kept working my clit.  I suddenly exploded into the most delicious orgasm.  Full body writhing almost bucking him away but instead he worked his fingers even more and refused to let the orgasm end.  I couldn't tell if it was one long orgasm or several in rapid succession but honestly,  who cares? The release was needed and felt like for just a moment I was a gorgeous sex goddess not just a crazy tired mom.

After 20 years, he knows all too well I'm not a fan of kissing his cum cover face so once he let me stop cumming, he discreetly wiped his face off and laid down next to me.  He again pulled me close but this time I could feel his rock hard dick between my ass cheeks trying to slip into that place no man had gone before. I was so slick from coming that really he slipped the tip right on in. Normally I would fight him,  turn over and have him drive deep into my pussy but not that night.  He worked slowly.  As his cock went deeper,  his hands stroked my breasts and he kissed my neck.

I had always been afraid of backdoor action.   Everything I had read said it would hurt but it didn't. Yes it was different and it took me a bit to relax into it but once I did . . .

Maybe it was the newness of the experience maybe it was all the play before hand but he didn't last long. He pulled my hips into his and I felt him spasm and cum.  Instead of backing off, he slipped in deeper. I cried out in pain,  surprise, and dare I say pleasure. The load of cum served as fresh lube and he took full advantage. He moved us onto our knees and grabbed my hips with both of his hands. He pushed and pulled my hips until suddenly I came hard, harder than I ever had in my life. Somewhere in my assgasm, he came again too.

There was no cumming back from those massive orgasms, we both fell down into the bed exhausted but still tingling.  Neither one of us could move, speak,  anything. It had been one of the best sex sessions we had ever had to that point and then you guessed the baby started crying. The post sex glow didn't last long. Back to reality,  le sigh.

But you say he's just a friend

When I met S, he was my professor.  He was awkward and kind.  Funny in that punny professor way.  Just your typical older white guy professor.  Bestie type, forever in the friend-zone and seemingly happy living in that space.

In the last few years, he has gone from professor to friend.  My view of him still didn't change much.  As I've gotten to know him better his friend-zone status has only strengthened.  He is sweet and funny and a total cheerleader.  You just need those people who know you are an asshole but support you away, that is S.

I think he saw me in the way.  I'm charming but nothing special to look at.  I'm easy to lose in the crowd and I like it that way.

We were engaged in our usual debate about the politics of the day when we both suddenly looked at each other differently.  What changed, I can't say.  Nothing and yet everything.  Being the very formal friends that we are seeming at the same time we said, "So should we get a room?"

We'd never kissed, held hands, or hell even hugged and we were walking side by side to a hotel.  The excitement was dripping off of us.  Like we had just picked up a stranger at the bar and we were headed to bed but without any physical sign of such.  It was just the energy in the air.

Two single unattached grown-ass people headed to a hot night but looking at us you would think we were to book club.  It is the quiet ones they tell you to watch out for and we were being church mice.

After what seemed like years, S collected me from in front of the elevator to go to our room.  He gently guided me with a hand on my waist.  A shiver ran up my spine and my breathing quickened.  I met his gaze and his smile seemed different.  He wasn't just a friend anymore but a man who wanted the woman next to him.

Room 405 was seemingly miles away and simultaneously two steps away.  S swept the room key and pushed open the door in one quick movement.  Panic set in.  Are we really doing this?  He is my friend, just a friend.  OMG, what is going on?  We do this and everything changes!  Is it worth risking our friendship?  Is it too late to turn back now?  Have we already ruined everything?

Like he could read my mind, he quickly embraced me.  Hands-on positioned in such a way that I felt sexy and free to leave, at the same time wanted and respected.  In that moment my lips met his and then our lips parted and I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth.  His hands slowly unzipped my dress while his kisses moved down my neck to between my breast.

  I don't know when my dress hit the floor but suddenly I felt his tongue on my left hip bone.  It was sweet, sexy, and hot all at the same.  My panties were soaked but he didn't make a move to remove them.  His focus on connecting with my body.  Each move was purposeful, like he was cataloguing my response so he would know exactly how to make me cum in the fewest movements possible next time.

I pulled his face back to mine and as I kissed him, I began to undress him.  I needed him, now.  I'm soaked, hot, and dying to ride his hard dick.  Normally I would have returned the favor,  licked my way down his happy trail but I could wait for release any longer.

We tumbled onto the bed, landing with him sliding right into me. I surprised by how big he was.  I don't know what I had expected but between all of his careful foreplay and massive throbbing dick,  I came almost immediately.  I came so hard,  so fast that I was actually embarrassed.  He just kept going.   I kept cumming again and again.   S knew what he was doing.

After, I honestly don't have any idea how long,  he rolled us over and I rode him cowgirl style.  My hips thrusting up and down with some well timed figure-8s for good measure. I didn't have to ride for long before he swelled even bigger and came hard deep inside of me.

I gracefully laid myself down next up him.   Both of us sweated and soaked in God only knows.  I could tell neither of us wanted to break the silence but if we didn't we never would.  So I took a deep breath,  rolled on to my side with my hand on his chest,  and looked deep into his eyes,  "You were really amazing. "  He smiled and chuckled.   "You sound surprised. " "Well, I just never saw you that way before today.  You have always just been that super cool kinda nerdy friend to me, not some sex god.  You should advertise that,  let the ladies know. "

He rolled to his side and pulled me in close.   "I don't want the ladies to know. I wanted to show you." He then kissed me deeply again and rolled back on top of me and just as smoothly slipped back into me.  This time was slower,  more deliberate, but just as passionate.