(L) – This story contains strong language.
We haven’t posted a story in quite some time, but we have been wanting to get back to it.
This has been a very hard year for us. Actually, the last two have been tough, but this year has brought one medical thing after another for me. Although we have kept sex alive and made sure to stay connected, we’ve been missing the extra fire that life has been draining out of us. We had a heart-to-heart discussion and decided we were going to make it a priority to get back to wild fun.
Over Thanksgiving, we made an out-of-state trip to visit my family. It was exactly the change of scenery I needed to help me feel refreshed. On the long twelve-hour drive home, we flirted with each other relentlessly. By the time we got home, we were so hot for each other that we were in bed together at the soonest possible opportunity. We didn’t last long that night before we both exploded in ecstasy.
It was late Sunday night when we arrived home, and the sex still kept us up even later, even with how fast we both came. We knew we would be exhausted the next morning, but as we got ready to sleep, I told Daniel, “We have to keep this up even if we’re tired. We have to do what it takes to kindle this spark back into the heat we both want.” I paused, then added playfully, “And after tonight, I think we’re doing a great job so far.”
As Monday came, we dragged ourselves out of bed, got the kids to school, and went to work. Man, we were so tired. But as the day went along, we began to flirt with some sexy texts to each other. The pics began to flow too as we sent other sexy things throughout the day.
That evening we had our son’s basketball game. We didn’t get home until late—again. Daniel wasn’t feeling the best, and I wasn’t sure if we would have any kind of fun. We sat on the couch to unwind a little. Daniel reached over to grab my hand and started pulling me towards him. I moved over to the middle of the couch, and we began to cuddle. I realized he was feeling up to some fun.
“Are you ready for . . . bed?” I asked suggestively.
“Of course!” he replied enthusiastically.
We climbed into bed and lay facing each other. We began to kiss, looking each other in the eyes, confessing our deep love for each other.
Things began to escalate as we started exploring each other’s bodies. He began to suck my nipples as I ran my hands through his hair. As he sucked, I arched my back, squirming into him as the pleasure was so good. He then started playing with my clit, which sends me through the roof! He’s so good with his hands and always blows me away.
He then started fingering me and talking dirty.
“Yes, that’s my dirty slut,” he said in a low voice. “Whose slut are you, baby?”
“Yours, sir,” I gasped. “I love being your dirty slut.”
I then began to suck his cock, and he started fucking my mouth hard and fast. It made me gag and caused my eyes to water, but I loved feeling like my mouth was being used.
I leaned up to start kissing him again, and he pulled me roughly down to him. As we kissed, he rolled over on top of me. We love exchanging spit, but I had never done what I was about to do. I knew it would blow his mind.
I opened my mouth wide and told him, “Spit in my mouth.”
He about blew his load all over me when he heard me say that. He did as I said, which caused us both to go wild.
He thrust his hard cock into my pussy and began to fuck me. We went from hard, fast fucking to soft, slower fucking. The slower pace let us kiss gently and tenderly look each other in the eyes.
“I adore you,” I said. “Your cock makes me feel so damn good—so fucking good!”
“Your juicy cunt feels amazing,” he replied. “You’re the best slut I could even want.”
The professions of mutual love, pleasure and enjoyment of each other quickly built us both toward the edge of climax. Our pace quickened, and almost simultaneously, we both came hard and fast.
Afterwards, I felt so many emotions—a hot fuck session will do that to me. I couldn’t help but feel extremely thankful to God that, despite the pain, despite the exhaustion, despite what felt like endless storms, God has preserved this connection—not just the physical unity, but the joy, the affection, the spark, the “us” that feels sacred.
We’re still here.
Still choosing each other.
Still finding our way back to each other.
Still held by each other.
And for that, I am deeply, deeply thankful.
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