Locks…

I was in bed when she came home. She puttered around in the kitchen a bit, and then went into the bathroom, and came into the bedroom.

Close and lock the door.

She looked at me a moment, and then did as I asked.

Good. Now take off your clothes and come to bed. Don’t bother with your nightgown.

She paused a moment. Looked at me. I could see resignation cross her face, and then quickly disappear. She reached behind her and hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. I could hear her undress in the dark, as my eyes adjusted to the gloom. I could see the shape of her move around the room, and eventually slide into bed next to me.

I began to touch her…remembering all of the places that used to get a response, all of the spots to kiss, to lick, to bite. Slowly, carefully, I raised a level of arousal in her…I could tell by how damp her pussy was. She made not a sound, nor moved a muscle. If it wasn’t for the breathing, or the response of her nipples, or the wetness of her pussy, I could have been working on a mannequin.

Eventually, under the patient and careful ministrations of my hand and mouth, lips and tongue, I brought her to a silent orgasm. After she recovered, I moved between her legs and began to rub my cock up and down her slit, getting it wet. Soon, I slowly shoved it into her. Her only reaction was a catch of breath as I slid slowly in.

I slowly slid in and out of her, savoring the feeling. She moved slightly under me, almost responding. Almost. Because I have become out of practice with control, I knew I would not last long in the superior position, so I pulled out and rolled over on my back.

Get on.

She obliged, climbing onto me and fumbling to get my cock back into her. She was as out of practice as I was. But soon she was rising and falling above me. I gripped her breasts in my hands, caressing them, thumbs rubbing across her nipples. She responded better than I had hoped she would, much like my old wife, with soft moans and an arching of her back. I pinched and twisted her nipples, and she gasped in response. I decided to risk something.

Turn around.

I could sense her confusion at the request. For her, the height of sexual depravity is her on top. We had never done reverse cowgirl. I know most of you are going “What?” But it’s true. Even at our “sexual peak” we had 3 positions ever used…missionary, cowgirl, and about a half dozen times, doggie. She obliged, lifting herself off of me, and then laying down flat across my legs. I chuckled, wondering what she was going to do that way.

No. Just like before, just turned around, with your back to me.

She sat up, and re-inserted me reversed. She started riding me again, and I held her hips in my hand, encouraging her. She once again seemed to get into it, riding me faster and harder. Of course, she may have just been trying to get me off faster, but I didn’t care, I was enjoying the results.

I ran my hands up her back, then down her arms, and came to rest on her wrists. I grasped them, and pulled them behind her back, pinning them to her lower back. She let out a little moan as I did this, so I held her wrists in place, as she continued to ride me. She became more enthusiastic, and I was even more excited. I was close to coming, so I held her still by pulling down on her wrists.

Shh! Don’t move!

She stopped, and I rode the sensation, pushing back my climax. After a few moments, I began to move under her, and she started to move again. I took her arms, and pushed them up her back, higher and higher, still holding her captive. Soon I was close to coming again.

Suddenly she started to really struggle against me, pushing back against my hands holding her captive. I held firm. She pushed harder and harder, and began bucking, trying to get off of me. I held her in place…the way I had her arms, she wasn’t going anywhere.

I ignored her, and fucked back against her struggles. I was enflamed. I was so close. She was saying something to me, all I could hear was “Let me go, let me go.” Her struggles just made me all the more excited. Within moments, as she was fighting against me, I came, erupting into her, over and over again. I pushed her down on me hard as my cock emptied itself into her, wave after wave. I was spent.

I held her for a moment more, as she continued to struggle against me. So I released her, and she immediately rolled off of me. And suddenly I knew why she was fighting so.

Because there in the doorway, blocked from my line of sight by her body, was our youngest. I have no idea how long my child had been standing there. I immediately rolled out of bed, grabbed my underwear and slid them on, and walked my child back to its room. I administered water and snuggles and got them settled in again.

I then went back to my room, and faced up to the inevitable freeze out. And of course she was mad. It was my fault. If I hadn’t been holding her, if I hadn’t wanted to have her on top, if we had just been under the covers, blah blah blah. My counter arguments that the room was dark, the kid was still mostly asleep, they didn’t have any idea was was going on, why didn't she lock the door, they all fell on deaf ears.

So. I’m thinking that was the last time I’m ever going to have sex again, at least until the kids all go to college.

At least it was a good one!