With one last thrust I pushed down onto Vicky as she lifted her hips accepting my sperm into her vagina. Moaning with pleasure I looked into Vicky's eyes and saw she wanted more so I pushed back against her pubic mound. Feeling the heat from our sex it only took a few movements before Vicky started to respond, gradually her forcefulness increased and the muscles of her vagina squeezed my now wilted manhood. As we ground out our love her passion built until I felt that familiar sensation around my penis, waves of pleasure carrying my sperm deep into her womb. Sated we stopped, hot and sweaty, we held each other close. I pushed against Vicky again to see if she wanted another orgasm but there was no response. Instead, smiling to me, she gently lifted one leg, this was our secret language, and I knew it was a gesture to move off her. Slipping easily from her wet vagina I rolled away to lay next to her on the bed. The air was perfumed with our sex, and as the early morning light streamed through the light weight curtains Vicky looked gorgeous. Her naked body was flushed from our efforts and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. I felt love and we spooned together talking quietly, coming down from that physical and emotional high.
The morning had started somewhat normally for a weekend. After waking we showered and then went back to bed on the pretence of enjoying the closeness. But our naked bodies soon generated arousal and it wasn't long before my hands were dancing over Vicky's body. What followed you know about. Vicky and I have been together for a long time, and we're intensely happy about this. The love we feel adds to our lives in so many ways both emotionally and physically. However, it has meant that sexually we've tended to fall into something of a rut. As we both work long hours we rarely have sex during the week, let alone make love, and so the weekends tend to be something of a sex fest with a lot of focus on orgasm. Don't get me wrong this is no bad thing and as we lay there the conversation moved around to this subject.
'Bob, are you happy with the way we make love?'
'Sure, I think your fabulous and really I enjoy the intimacy. Why, don't you?'
'Yes, it's just I sometimes think that it would be good if we weren't so intent on having sex, and just spent longer leading up to the event.'
'Yeah, I know what you mean. I'd like that too, but it's hard. Just today as I was starting to massage your calves and thighs you reached down grabbing my cock and pulled it towards you. Don't get me wrong this isn't something I want you to stop, but it's also something I'm not going to be able to easily resist. It's not every day I look down on a naked lady, legs open wide, who's encouraging me to unleash a load into her willing vagina.'
'Sorry, it's just you feel so good inside me. Especially when you first push into me, that just feels yummy!'
'Yeah, I know that but why don't we try something different like…..'
That was it then, after a little more discussion we came up with a plan. This weekend we'd continue with our normal sex fest. Next weekend was out, as it was Vicky's period, but the weekend after offered opportunities. The plan was to resist the urge to shag like to newly acquainted teenagers and build the anticipation through a number of simple rules. On the Saturday in question the following would apply: 1)Up until noon we could kiss and cuddle, but we had to remain modestly clothed and there would be no touching of our private parts. 2)After noon, and up until 2 in the afternoon we could be naked in each other's presence, but again there was no touching of the other's private parts. 3)Between 2 and 4 we could touch each other intimately. But it wasn't until after 4 o'clock that we could have full penetrative sex.
In the event that it all got too much for either of us, if somebody said 'Homemade Apple pie' then these rules were to be thrown out of the window and we'd be able to fuck like rabbits. But, the forfeit for that person would be to cook dinner, and do the dishes every day for a month.
Now this may sound complicated, but if you think about it everything is pretty straightforward and if we can remain disciplined will lead to something of a climax.
Once this plan had been set something immediately changed. For the first few days, in the lead up to Vicky's period, we had sex twice even though it was a working week. Believe me this was virtually unknown, and on occasion we hinted to each other that we were trying to image what we could do, within the rules, to, let's say, encourage, the other on the Day.
The weekend before the event, we were 'forced' into not having sex as it was that time of the month. So, as always, we used this as an excuse to have some free time to ourselves. Vicky went shopping whilst I beavered away in my garage, which I used as a workshop. The weekend came and went, and as the following days past there became almost a palpable feeling of excitement and anticipation about the events of the coming weekend.
On the Friday evening we sat together watching a film with a glass of wine, just unwinding from the week, hardly talking the excitement was that great. By now my balls were really full, and a couple of times I thought I'd say 'Homemade Apple pie' right at the start just to off load. The forfeit seemed a small price to pay. And I could tell things were not going to be easy for Vicky either.
As we both normally sleep naked this had to change. So that night I wore my underpants and Vicky wore a loose fitting white T-shirt and a pair of panties. This change of habit, or the anticipation meant that we didn't drop off as quickly as normal and just when I was thinking about going downstairs to make a cup of tea when I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning. Saturday had arrived. Vicky was still asleep even though it had gone 10, laying on her back with the covers thrown back, obviously hot unused to the extra layers. Golden hair framed her face and cascaded over her shoulder. Immediately, I felt my pupils dilate and noticed a stirring down below. Outlined by that loose white T-shirt Vicky's breasts rose and fell in a slow almost hypnotic rhythm. Moving my eyes down her body the hem of the T-shirt had been drawn up to reveal her flat and slightly tanned belly. Following a faint line of soft downy hair I was greeted by the sight of her plain, pale pink panties lifting slightly where they stretched across her hips revealing small caverns leading to the heart of her femininity. One leg had been bent slightly, opening her thighs and I could see where the material was covering that groove which I so want to explore. Everything in my world was silent as I took in this exquisite image, everything that is except for the sound of her breath which was as gentle as the sound of waves on beach at the end of a hot still day.
By now I was harder than I thought I could ever be and that forfeit was beginning to seem like a pleasure. But I held back, today was going to be special for us, and to use it up so soon would be unfair.
Rising from the bed I moved to the en-suite and took a shower, after towelling dry I put on clean underwear and returned to the bedroom. Vicky was awake. I knew she liked being woken in this way (it was a perk of having been together so long) it was something to do with knowing I was there and yet being able to remain snug in bed.
Smiling I jumped onto the bed and finished towelling my hair which I left sticking up all over the place when I dropped the towel on the floor. Reaching up Vicky ran her hand through my hair smoothing it out and then pulled me down to her for our first morning kiss. Effortlessly I slipped back under the covers and pulled her to me. Rules or no rules she couldn't fail to notice my erection and I was pleased to notice a slight pressure coming from her. Our early morning kiss turned into a passionate embrace and I was soon laying between Vicky's legs my manhood pressing against what must have been her moist vagina.
'What next? Ready for some Apple pie?' I casually asked pulling back with some effort from the urgency we obviously felt.
'Nothing's NEXT, yet. That is unless you are ready for some dessert?'
