She was leaning over his body, her breath and heartbeat returning to normal. The sheen of perspiration cooled her body as it evaporated. This was their fifth date, third time in bed and her sixth orgasm... but who's counting.
She had lost her virginity the night of the school prom to her first crush. They dated part of their Junior and all their Senior year and had experimented with 'everything but'. Loosing this barrier just seemed like a rite of passage. After the prom she dated him a few times but saw the relationship was going nowhere. He was content to get a job in the local hardware store and she wanted to go to college, get a degree and see more of the world.
Her grades earned her a partial scholarship at Penn State University where she majored in design and marketing. She graduated in the top ten percent of her class and had no trouble finding a job in Philadelphia where she met Frank.
She could count her lovers on one hand, but Frank was the best. He always made sure she came first and then she would come again with him inside her. She raised herself to an upright position and put her hands on his smooth chest. She could feel his penis beginning to shrink. She locked her eyes on his, started a slight undulation of her hips and felt him begin to grow again.
She was mentally checking off the characteristics she was looking for in a husband; handsome, well built, good job, sense of humor, good listener and a characteristic she had only discovered when she started dating him, a larger than average penis. These traits and her subconscious, with the help of thousands of years of evolution, were enabling her to evaluate this man as her permanent mate. Some would have thought her thinking was presumptuous as Frank had not even said the "L" word. That was a detail that would come later.
She continued rocking her hips and gazed into his eyes. "
This is the man I'm going to marry."
Her tempo increased as their eyes remained locked. Frank reached up and massaged both her breasts, twirling and gently pulling her nipples. She felt a bolt of pleasure shoot directly to her vagina and her hips began to rock furiously. As she picked up the pace she felt that familiar warm feeling originating in her sex and spreading over her body. "Ungh! Ungh! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! There! There! Yes! Oohh Gaa! I'm coming! I'mm Coommiinngg! Ungh! Ungh!" she felt him thrusting from below and twitch inside her. "That was two for me and three for you." he said catching his breath. She kissed him deeply their tongues intertwining. "I owe you one."
Six months later Frank proposed and we were married within the year. It was a small affair with immediate family and a dozen or so of our closest friends.
Both of us had good jobs and had compatible ideas about the future. We would save a large part of my salary as down payment on a house, get settled then we would start a family in 4-5 years.
My job was stressful but I kept in shape and relieved my tension by doing yoga. Some of the positions were better at relieving tension than others when combined with controlled breathing. If I was pressed for time, my "go to" exercise was to lie on my back, filling my chest with air and doing deep abdominal breathing while slowly raising my hips using only my abdominal muscles. As the mind can concentrate on only one thing at a time, I found it helpful to have a mantra that lasted through the entire exhale such as "Ohmmmm" or "Yesssss". This had the dual effect of relaxing my body and making me horny.
After 3 years of marriage I went off birth control. We decided that sex in my first fertile period would be a special occasion. We did not have sex for five days leading up to the day I was scheduled to ovulate. It was a Saturday and I spent the day preparing my body for the adventure of creating new life. In the afternoon I took a nap and then a hot bath, shaved my legs and trimmed my pubic hair in a heart shape leaving a short fluffy stubble.
For dinner I prepared a simple salmon salad with fruit for desert. I didn't want a heavy meal leaving us lethargic. We had a couple of glasses of wine, knowing that this would be the last I would have until the baby was born.
In the bedroom I closed the shades to keep out ambient light and put three lighted candles on each the night stands beside the bed. I set the thermostat to a comfortable temperature as we would be making love nude. "
I've never understood why having something on while making love is sexy. I want my entire body available for touching. To each her own."
While Frank took his shower, she had took the spread and covers off the bed, lay down on the clean white sheets and she did her deep breathing and hip flexing exercises to relieve any tension in body. A vision of a virgin on an alter being sacrificed to the volcano god ran through her mind. In the past she had approached sex from a recreational viewpoint, but tonight it would have a more spiritual meaning. She would be fulfilling her role as a woman and bring new life into the world.
Frank came from the bath with a towel wrapped around his waist, removed it and laid down beside her. He too felt the gravity of the journey they would soon begin. They snuggled and exchanged small talk about how their lives would be changed when she got pregnant. She made him promise he would not make fun of her fat belly. He assured her he would love her more than ever and would massage her feet and legs when the got swollen.
