A Pegging Reunion

Getting back home.
After a little over two weeks away from home, being back with my wife was heaven.

I had been out of the country on business. For two weeks. Or, a little over, actually. And it had been a long two weeks.

My wife and I are a happy couple. We’re quiet and live a quiet life. We each have a few friends but we’re not overly social. And so we enjoy each other’s company. The two weeks apart were lonely for both of us. And as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

It was so good to see her at the airport. She drove her jet-lagged husband home and I took a much needed shower. We ate a dinner she had prepared holding hand and smiling at each other, happy to be back in each other’s company. Then we went to bed.

We got under the covers and I took my wife in my arms. We kissed. My erection was obnoxiously hard. Our hands explored each other; just the feeling of her hand stroking my arm or down my back felt amazing. We had missed each other and it was showing in how good simply touching each other felt.

For some reason, we were both in out sleep-wear. We took our tops off and moved back to holding and kissing and touching. I kissed down to her breasts. Sometimes I can’t help myself and the way I lick or grab or squeeze my wife is for my own pleasure. But I know she likes gentle loving, especially at the start.

I licked her nipples softly. Collecting saliva on my tongue, I carefully applied it to her nipple with my tongue. I moved my head around her breast, each stroke of my tongue sliding up her nipple as if trying to ice a cake to a point. I then slid the flat of my tongue over just the tip of her nipple, barely moving it, just grazing that most upper surface. I was rewarded with goose bumps speckling her skin.

I moved down, slowly. Kissing, licking, tasting.

Soft kisses and a wet tongue seduced her labia till they swelled and parted of their own accord. My tongue slipped closer and closer to tasting her. Her pussy spread wide as my tongue took its first stroke from taint to clit.

I went back to her opening then lapped again the full length of her slit over and over until her hips started moving and finally her hand came down to stroke through my hair.

I don’t know if she knows this but she never puts her hand on my head until she is very close to orgasm. So I stayed on her clit, massaging it with my tongue, listening to her breathing become erratic, my cock wanting me to stop so badly and slide deep into her, knowing how easily she could take me to the hilt right now, but not wanting to stop at all, wanting to feel those involuntary bodily spasms thrust her cunt against my mouth.

Eating her
I needed to be inside her. But I needed to feel her cum first.

And she came. She held me to her pussy as she rode out her orgasm. Her hands left my head and I moved up her body. I wiped the excess liquid from my face and kissed her. She rotated her pelvis, wrapped her legs around my waste and pulled me into her. I was home.

We didn’t move for some time. Just being inside her felt amazing. Warm. Wet. Then she squeezed.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock and I took it as a signal to start moving. I pulled out and before I could slide back in, she squeezed again and I had to thrust through her cunt clenched around me. She loves to do this, I think, because she find the noises I make hilarious. And this time was no exception. My groan as I pushed again through a fist of pussy made her giggle, giddy with this power she has over me.

We fucked like this for a while, slowly, smiling and kissing and loving every second of our bodily reunion.

We changed positions. Me on top of her lying face down. A scissor type position. Me kneeling with her in front, sitting down onto my cock. Then back to missionary. Then we were fucking hard.

I was about to cum. But it felt too soon. I was so close.

With a cry of frustration I pulled out and sat across the bed from my wife. I told her I was too close but I didn’t want to finish yet.

And out of nowhere. Do you want me to fuck you?

Strap on? I asked with eyebrows high.

Yeah.

I took a personal inventory and decided I could probably enjoy getting pegged right now. I smiled at my amazing wife and said

OK!

She got out of bed, found the strap on harness and after a quick discussion, put the red-rider dildo aside and slipped the vamp in through the o-ring. Then she knelt in front of me and took my cock into her mouth.

Oh god.

Again, hard as a coconut and ready to burst, she pushed me back onto the bed and raised my legs. She applied some lube to her fingers which quickly met my asshole. Her finger slipped in.

Another squirt of lube had her stroking the vamp till it was slick and ready to penetrate me.

She lined it up and pushed.

Wife pegging husband missionary position
This is not my wife or me, but this is how she fucked me, wearing her strap on.

We negotiated our way through the initial penetration and soon she had her dildo deep inside me. She started stroking into me.

As she fucked me with that white dildo strapped to her crotch, her hand slid up and down my erection. It was too much so I pushed her hand down to my balls and she started carefully kneading my sack, pushing my balls up then pulling them away from my body.

After a couple of minutes, senseless groaning filling the room, I moved her hand back to my cock. In no time at all I was ready to cum again.

Almost hallucinating from sexual stimulation, I almost let myself give in and cum like that but I knew I wanted to cum while inside my wife, physically connected with her.

Stop stop stop!

She pulled the dildo out of me and slid off the harness. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me. She kissed me and slid down onto my cock.

She tried to fuck me but the position wasn’t working very well. Holding tight to each other, we moved down to missionary without breaking our carnal connection. I started fucking my wife.

Her legs wrapped around my waist again and her arms encircled my torso. Our tongues pushed wetly into each other’s mouths and flesh slapped against flesh. I started cumming.

Her arms and legs became anacondas, squeezing my against her as if she wanted to feel my every shudder. I twitched, shook, and shuddered until every spasm of my orgasm was spent and finally, our embraces relaxed and we melted apart.

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