Surprise Rear Entry
It was Saturday and I was taking a shower in the afternoon. Jodie always took a bath later Saturday afternoon. Sometimes, that meant sex that evening. Sometimes not. You never knew, until you knew. It was frustrating sometimes when it didn't go my way and my cock REALLY wanted it to.
When I came out of the shower, I just had a towel around my waist and I went into the kitchen for a glass of water. The living room is adjacent and open to the kitchen and something on the couch caught my eye. I turned to look more closely; the towel loosened and dropped to the floor. There, lying across the back of the couch, with one leg on the floor, was my hot, athletic, mostly naked wife Jodie. She had a towel under her, over the back of the couch and her pussy and ass were both pointing right at me. From the reflected light coming off her pussy, I think she had done some pussy warm-up without me. She lifted an arm, pointed her finger at my cock, then curled it toward her in an "I want YOU" motion. This certainly deserved a closer look, so I sauntered over, my dick getting more and more erect as I went. When I was right behind her, my bobbing dick almost touching her hairy wet pussy, she said in a low, lusty voice. "Fuck me, John. Please fuck me. NOW." It was half order and half pleading. I could tell she really wanted to get to the cumming part and have all those sensations wash over her body. She must have had a LONG sex-prep session that left her extremely horny. At this point, I had NO idea HOW horny she actually was.
I knelt down behind her and licked her wet pussy from bottom to top a few times while she pulled my head against her with her hand. Then, I stood up, realizing my cock was exactly positioned even with her pussyhole. All I had to do was lean forward a bit and the head popped right in. This was a clue that she had worked on her pussy for some time to get it wet and expanded, ready for my meat to slide right home. So, it did. Just like that. Right out of the shower, no warm-up, no nipple rubbing, no pussy fingering, (although I LOVE to do ALL of that), just slide in and we are BOTH fully engaged in love-making (or lust-making, as my wife calls it. Men don't make love; they make lust. They fuck. For her, it's just a fact.) One nice thing about her doing all the work before I arrived, was that I didn't get OVER-aroused doing all the foreplay on her body. Every part I looked at, touched, sucked, or slid against just caused my body to get more and MORE excited. When it came time to actually slide up into that warm wet wonderful place, it just felt way TOO good. I'd often explode immediately and the fun was over. For both of us.
Now, I was fresh, I was in, I could slide in and out and I didn't have to worry about ending it all too soon for her. I LIKE her to orgasm when I make lust to her. It feels good to know: I did THAT. I made HER cum. I'm THAT good!
She sucked in a long breath and they felt her whole body shudder, as my cock moved fully up inside her body. She clutched the back of the couch, but there really wasn't much she could do or move or grind or rotate in this position. But that didn't matter. I reached forward and cupped her breast hanging down against the couchback below her. I pinched her nipple while I moved my pelvis in and out, slowly pulling my cock nearly all the way out, then sliding all the way back in.
"Squeeze your pussy Jodie. Grab my cock with your pussy." She did and I slid in and out of her. She moaned over and over as the feelings inside her pussy grew stronger and closer to the big O with each thrust into her. I moved my hands to her ass cheeks and squeezed both, placing my two thumbs directly on her asshole. She pulled her sphincter in and pressed it out against my thumbs.