We'd had an argument the night before. We'd been making love, and I had become too demanding: After she'd come a few times she needed rest - she was too sensitive, but I wasn't done. Since I hadn't come yet she'd tried to masturbate me, but that didn't work out and we were both left tired and frustrated by the experience.
The following morning I figured we were ready to try again. Well at least I was, when I saw her emerge from the shower. The kids were off playing or watching TV, so I followed her into our room and locked the door behind us. She gave me a look that said it all... She was ready too!
We embraced and kissed there, standing in our room. As I inhaled her soapy-clean scent I caressed her back, and then her backside. She pressed against me, feeling my cock, and kissed me passionately. As our tongues intertwined, I drew her terry robe up and exposed her smooth warm flanks. My excitement grew as I filled my hands with her supple butt cheeks.
She began to rub my cock through my jeans, but that wasn't enough so she began tugging at my belt - trying to free my hardness. I was reluctant to let her butt go, but I did. Dropping my pants down to mid-thigh allowed her to stroke my erection, and I took the time to pull at her sash and expose her body.
When I began to tweak her nipples she really started to get into it. She was pulling my cock and grinding her bush against my leg - It was apparent that we needed to get into the bed now. Letting her robe fall to the floor, she sat on the edge of our bed and watched me fumble around excitedly. I must have looked ridiculous, tangled up in my pants, but she didn't smile - she just waited patiently until I was also naked.