In which our heroine has sex with her husband.
Author's note:
Forgive me if this chapter is not as light hearted as the first two, but even though this is a work of fiction, some aspects of Jean's character are borrowed from my first wife, who struggled with sex and intimacy. I found some details difficult to express. As usual, feedback is most welcome
Michael finished his evening meal and sat back with a contented sigh. Pork chop with roasted vegetables was one of his favourites. The glazed carrots were particularly tasty tonight he thought and complimented his wife. She thanked him in her typically polite and courteous manner. He didn’t notice the fleeting smile that crossed her face as she walked over to the sink with the empty dishes! Michael watched her as she washed up, thinking of how lucky he was to have had such a loving wife for over 20 years. She was still slim and very attractive, he thought, for a woman in her late 40s. At 5’8” she was almost as tall as him with long and slender toned legs from her gym workouts. Her butt cheeks were still firm too, as were her breasts. He sighed inwardly as the realisation dawned on him that he hadn’t seen her fully naked for some time now. He imagined her standing there at the sink withnothing on, wiggling her butt to tease him, and he immediately felt a stiffening. He slipped a hand under the table and slowly touched his growing cock. He decided that it was high time he made love to his wife! He went over and started drying the dishes and they made small talk about his day at the office. After putting the last of the crockery away, he silently crept up behind her as she dried her hands, put his arms around her and lightly kissed the back of her neck. Jean flinched in surprise. She knew immediately what was going to happen next as Michael slid his hands up to cup her breasts and began nibbling and licking the nape of her neck and ears. After all this time he knew her weak spot and she allowed him to exploit it, just as she had as an innocent teenager.
Jean didn’t dislike sex, but she did tend to think of it all as rather unnecessary, having got the business of children out of the way. All that huffing and puffing and thrusting and messy ejaculating wasn’t for her. She had secretly discovered the joys of masturbation and powerful orgasms long before she had a boyfriend and found out that men had a very different view of the whole procedure. Michael had also discovered masturbation and after a date with Jean he would usually go home and jerk off thinking of her, but he assumed, like most men, that after marriage, he would get all the sex he wanted, so he wouldn’t need to jerk.
Jean’s mother, assuming her daughter to be sexually ignorant as she had been at her age, had given her “the talk” when she married Michael. She had explained what would be expected of her as a dutiful Christian wife and mother. Endurance and forbearing had been the key words, not pleasure and enjoyment! Jean had never told Michael of her preference for masturbation, for fear he would think of her as some kind of deviant or lesser woman. So, it just became her guilty secret. And, despite her mother’s advice, as a young wife, she had done more than endure his advances and offered herself to him willingly when he wanted her. But, as is often the case, work, children and daily routine become the enemy of a good sex life and it slowly dwindles to the point where domestic habits run the marriage rather than the libido.
These thoughts were all running through both of their minds as Michael continued his advances. Jean already knew she would allow him his pleasure tonight. The almost animal ferocity of her orgasm in the car that afternoon had subsided to the point where she could welcome some gentler touches, and Michael was always gentle in his lovemaking. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his hands under her bra. He was nothing if not predictable! She let him continue to fondle her breasts like he did as a teenager, squeezing and tugging them. Her mother would be proud of her, she thought. Submitting to his manly needs. He removed her blouse and then her bra, all the time kissing her neck and whispering in her ear how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. Then he was kissing her breasts and nibbling at her nipples while she in turn held his head to them as if to offer them up as a sacrifice. He sank to his knees and unzipped her skirt leaving her in her pink cotton panties. At this point Jean was very glad she had showered and changed her panties after her afternoon session in the car! He removed them, leaving her standing naked in front of him and took a moment to savour the sight. Like any other red-blooded male, Michael had seen plenty of porn images of prettier, younger, and more brazenly sexual naked women, but to him, there was still something very special about the woman you had chosen to be your wife all those years ago and who still loved you. Likewise, Jean saw the love and appreciation in his eyes and blessed her dear sentimental romantic husband. Now, most men who find themselves on their knees in front of a naked woman would lean in, smell her scent, and bury their face in her pussy. The idea did cross Michael’s mind, but he quickly thought better of it. He had always dreamed of oral sex, but his wife had always been very firm that it was not, and never would be, on her list of acceptable behaviour for decent married people.
Taking her hand, they proceeded to the bedroom, where sexual activities were meant to take place, according to Jean! Having undressed himself and finally releasing his aching cock, he snuggled under the covers where his wife was now waiting for him. She had been secretly rubbing her clitoris to increase her arousal to speed the inevitable along a bit. Assuming the missionary position, she opened her legs to receive him. This was a subtle indication that any more foreplay was no longer required. He moved between her thighs and guided his erection to her labia slipping slowly and easily inside. It felt so good to be enclosed within her. He groaned in satisfaction and kissed his wife’s breasts as he began to move inside her. She knew he never lasted long so met his thrusts to hasten his orgasm, squeezing his penis as best she could. In less than 2 minutes he felt his balls contract, his sperm jetting up the shaft and into her. He cried out in satisfaction and collapsed on top of her, holding her.
This was the moment Jean had to hide her true emotions for the sake of her marriage. The feeling of his hot sticky cum oozing inside her, mixed with her own lubrication made her feel queasy, there was no other way she could put it. As soon as she felt able, she manoeuvred herself from underneath Michael and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She cleaned and freshened her vagina and returned to her bedroom to find Michael almost asleep. He kissed her, told her he loved her very much and put his hand on her breast. Jean was left contemplating mixed emotions. She loved her husband very much but there was also guilt about preferring her own hand to her husband’s lovemaking.
Meanwhile, back across town, Dave Green was starting the nightshift in the supermarket security office. With little else to do, he decided to review the days CCTV footage and started with the car park……………
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