Rich made a few calculations on a notepad, sitting up in bed and scratching with is trusty mechanical pencil while trying to keep the sound of it to a minimum. It wasn't enough, though, and in only a few seconds he heard stirring and mumbles next to him. He tried and failed to keep the wry grin from his face.
She's such a light sleeper.
"Are you
still
going over it?" He felt a pair of hands begin rubbing his shoulders, while a chin came to rest beside his neck. "Sweetest, your math is solid. Flawless. This is just wearing you out needlessly."
Rich sighed. "I can't help it. If there's a mistake, it's you that'll be paying for it, not me. I have to be perfect."
"You are perfect." The pair of hands gently but insistently pushed him down onto the mattress, while plucking the notepad from his fingers to toss it onto the floor. Valerie straddled him then, throwing a pale thigh, bare under the upward-creeping t-shirt she wore to bed, over his waist and settling her weight down on his hips. If there was, perhaps, a little more weight there than was strictly comfortable, Rich would never say it out loud. He loved his wife more than anything on the planet, and if she was carrying a few extra pounds when compared to those anorexic models you saw splashed up everywhere... well, she'd always been that way, and he thought no less of her for it.
Hell, if anything, he was just glad that she deigned to stay with him. He may not have been flabby, but he could give those models a run for their money in the skinny department. His glasses didn't help the whole bookworm look, though he thought Val's own pair of specs, screening a pair of ice-blue eyes, were simply adorable, especially coupled with her lightly curled, silky golden hair. Together they rocked the nerd chic like a couple of pros, and had been ever since they met in college their freshman year. Now, eight years later, and their bona fides in that respect were soon going to be put to the test, which was what was keeping him up that night.
Well, what
had
been keeping him up. Now a new variable was added to the sums as his wife began gyrating on top of him. His groans were nearly pure lust, with very little in the way of ache from his bones creaking under her generous curves. A little ache was good, especially when the trade off from the amplitude of the source was so, so worth it.
"Play with them." Val took his wrists gently and slid his hands up under her long t-shirt, bringing them to settle on her gargantuan boobs. She giggled. "That always cuts through the fog in your head." Of course, as always, the shirt had to stay on; even after all these years, years of sneaking into dorm rooms, finding unpopulated corners of the science department, and even settling down in a home together, Rich's wife was still unwilling to expose herself to her husband. It was frustrating and disheartening, and the only thing in his marriage that he would change. His assurances that he found her gorgeous and desirable, the simple truth of his words, was still not enough to get her over her body issues.
It was a small thing, though, as her hands stroking him to hardness beneath her attested to. When she slid his cock into her warm channel with a groan of satisfaction, any thought to the unorthodox nature of their lovemaking vanished from him entirely. He was fucking the woman of his dreams, and everything else was just a remainder to that equation.
"Oooh, you're so good... so good..." Vicky ran her fingers through her hair as she swayed back and forth in a gentle rhythm. Rich kept his hand where she'd put them, deliriously happy with feeling those magnificent mammaries in his palm and her pebbled nipples under his thumbs, even if he couldn't see what the finished effect looked like. Sometimes imagination was just as good.
"Who dicks you better than anyone?" Rich tried his hand at dirty talk. He thought he was actually pretty good at it. "Whose cock makes you squawk?"
"Oh Sweetest, yours does... you dick me so good..." Val's breathing picked up and she reached down to lay her hands flat on his thin chest. "Keep going... just like that... just like thaaaattttt..."
Her orgasm was as wholesome as she herself. She quivered and shuddered in small twitches, and squeezed him down below with three good clenches before he erupted in her. The dirty talk was fun, and it got their engines revving, but Rich couldn't help but find it a bit silly, post-coitus. Of course he dicked her the best. They'd only ever been with each other their entire lives. As much as he absolutely loved that, he recognized that sweet fidelity didn't make for a raunchy good time, so he came up with new and inventive ways to keep it spicy.
You are welcome, Mrs. Reid.
When she rolled off him, and he regained his composure, he took a long look at her. "You ever reconsider..."
"No." Val smiled to take the bite out her words. "Richie, sweetest, this is not the time for kids.
Especially
now. We're on the cusp of something big that, if it works, will take all of our attention. That wouldn't be fair to any children." She stroked his cheek tenderly. "Someday, I'm sure. For now, you and that brilliant brain are all I need."
Rich leaned over and kissed his wife. "And your amazing spirit is more than enough for—"
"You two done doing the dirty in there?" The grating question barely preceded the door to their bedroom opening without invitation. "Aww. I miss the fun stuff and only show up for the boring canoodling? Lame."
"You're not right in the head. You know that, don't you Benji?" Val snapped at the unwelcome visitor in irritation. There was nothing fond in her eyes as she stared daggers at the other woman, and Rich quickly tried to run some interference.
"She's kidding, love. You know Benji. Her staying with us for the last week has got her stir crazy."
