Stress Relief

[fnchristie81]

Matt put their years of marriage to good use, edging her slowly closer to an orgasm. He kept her clit well lubed as he stroked along either side, over it, occasionally pinching it. He kept rolling her nipple between his fingers, occasionally squeezing hard or tugging on it. And then he brought some of her juices up to lubricate it, providing some needed relief from what was beginning to chafe.

Christie was copying his actions on one breast with one of her hands on the other, and as he edged her closer and closer, her free hand came up to cup the back of his head as she reclined against his front. As he continued to play her, her hips writhed against his teasing fingers, insistently seeking more stimulation and giving silent indication of her enjoyment. And as he continued, her moans became more frequent.

 

[susurrus]

From where I was, I could just see Christie work the breast I couldn’t reach. I’ve always loved watching her pleasure herself, and this time was no different. It seemed to me that she might be squeezing a little harder, stretching a bit more, and overall working herself a little more strenuously than I was. That fact always astounded me, how it always appeared she was less ginger about working herself over than I was. That impression always turned me on, though, and I found myself ratcheting up my treatment, to try and find the limit… within my own comfort level, of course. Last thing I wanted was to go too far and have her say she’d changed her mind about our arrangement.

The writhing of Christie’s body against mine turned me on so much, her ever more frequent moans, groans and gasps bringing on such sounds of my own, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. It wasn’t that I was about to cum, but this was making me horny. Real damn horny. Too much more and I was going to have to get my cock in Christie again, and this time, I was going to unload in her favorite spot to take my jizz...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt was becoming more aggressive, more forceful. Christie was enjoying it. Matt would only get so rough with her, always leaving her sore from the encounter, but not rough enough to truly give her the full force she wanted during. He seemed to be following her lead with what she was doing to her breast, so she went further.

Christie pulled her breast out as far as she could stand, Matt following suit. She wished he would do the same with her clit, but didn't say so. The sensations had her oh, so close to orgasm.

"Please," she whispered, almost whimpered, to Matt. She wanted him inside her when she came.

 

[susurrus]

God, I was so horny. For some reason, Christie’s upping the ante on how – for lack of a better term at the moment – violently to treat her nipples had my blood pumping and my cock screaming for a hot, wet hole. I knew we’d have to talk about how roughly she wanted to take things, but at the moment, there was a bigger priority.

“Climb on my cock. Fuck me, Christie. Ride me and make me cum. God, I need to cum.” Orgasm was all I could think about, and I wanted – no, needed – to cum in my wife’s pussy.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie hated to break the stimulation even for a second, but Matt seemed as eager to get inside her as she was to receive him. She almost leaped off him and spun around, haphazardly plunging back down spraddled across his pelvis. Except she misjudged, his erection jobbing painfully into her slit but not quite directly into her vagina. Still, it did go in, and increased her excitement further.

Itbwas a testament to how aroused she was that except for that split-second moment of pain, she was able to take Matt all the way in that single, plunging thrust. As soon as she hit bottom and regained her balance, she jerked Matt's hands back to her breasts while she went to playing with her clit.

 

[susurrus]

It took all of about two heartbeats for what I said to register. Christie wasted no time getting up and into position. The mount was a little awkward, but that only told me she was as turned on and horny as I was. Even with that not-so-smooth entry, she still managed to take me to the bottom in one desperate movement. My cock surged when she grabbed my hands and pulled them to her tits, then started rocking madly, her hand going to her pussy and rubbing furiously.

Holy fuck! I don’t think either of us had been this horny in years! Damn, but it felt good to let loose like this!

I squeezed Christie’s ample tits, loving how they squished out between my fingers, but then managed, “Put your hands over mine. I want you to cum just from riding my cock, not with you rubbing yourself. Grind against me all you want. Be a slut for me, baby. Please.”

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie jerked her hands to cover Matt's, arching her back to grind her pubis against Matt. The angle may have been uncomfortable for him, but it made his penis rub against her g-spot. She her hips twitched back and forth, short strokes but with the most possible pressure inside her.

The derogatory name wasn't lost on her either. Normally she had tried to avoid being called such names, but this was as much for Matt as for her, so she didn't say anything, and for some reason actually liked it.

It was only a few moments before her orgasm swept over her, her body clenching hard, curling her away from that oh-so-precious pressure inside her and curling her into a more fetal position, driving her chest harder into her husband.

 

[susurrus]

Christie had to gyrate a little harder to get the stimulation to her clit she wanted, but it only made her ride that much hotter to be a part of.

I hadn’t expected either of us to last long once we got fucking, and we were at it maybe two minutes or so when she started to cum. Oh fuck it was incredible. As beautiful as she is, Christie’s never hotter than when she’s in the throes of orgasm. Her pussy clenched my cock and oh, the sounds she made. When she collapsed over me, her hole still spasming on my shaft, my own orgasm barreled on in.

Even though I’d already cum once, this one was just as powerful, if not moreso. I pumped a good load into Christie’s pussy as I moaned in her ear. I didn’t want this to ever end.

 

[fnchristie81]

As Christie began to recover from her orgasm, she found herself laying against Matt's chest. Her vaginal muscles were still spasming around the phallus inside her. She felt the extra moisture inside her as well indicating that Matt had cum as well, and for that she was glad. Still, she was exhausted, and content to lay where she was.

 

[susurrus]

My orgasm finally subsided, and we both lay there, Christie stretched out over me, her delectable pussy still holding onto my cock. I knew I’d probably start to shrink and eventually fall out, but for the moment, I didn’t want to move and leave her fabulous hole sooner than necessary.

“That was amazing,” I panted into Christie’s ear. “I could do that again. Maybe not right now, but
I definitely don’t want to stop doing this.”

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was tired, and beginning to feel a little sore after the rough treatment of her breasts and clit-although not as sore as she could be. She was glad to hear that Matt had enjoyed as well, but for the moment was content to play atop him and recover.

 

[susurrus]

Christie didn’t do more than lift her head for a moment and smile wearily, then return it to its spot my shoulder. This was the most energetic sex we’d had in a long, long time. It was good to know we were still capable of it.

I just wrapped my arms around her and caressed her back, all the way down to her butt and back. Aside from my initial comment, it just felt like a time to be quiet and recover as we each personally assessed what we had done.

After several minutes where nothing was said, and all I heard was Christie breathing in my ear, I finally asked quietly, “Did you like what we just did?”

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was almost asleep when the whispered question came. However, the answer was one she didn't even have to think about. She simply snuggled in tighter and tilted her head slightly to kiss Matt's jawline.

"Yes," was her contentedly reply, Matt's fingers feeling wonderful against her bare skin.

 

[susurrus]

I felt my softened cock slip out of Christie’s pussy just before she answered with a tired but emphatic “Yes.”

The answer made my cock twitch, but I knew I was down for the count for a while. It had been a long time since I’d cum twice in one sex session. It had felt tremendous, but I knew I wasn’t up for another any time soon.

I felt warm drips from Christie’s hole landing on my cock and balls. The part of me that didn’t want this to stop said it would be within my right to order her to lap our juices off me, but I decided not to do too much too soon.

Reaching up, I stroked her mostly dry hair, asking, “So you’re okay with continuing this idea I had? You want to continue?”

 

[fnchristie81]

"So you’re okay with continuing this idea I had? You want to continue?" Matt's comforting hand in her body, and the gentleness in his voice, again lulled Christie into giving her agreement.

His insistence on pursuing the matter with her had her waking some more. She had definitely enjoyed this afternoon, and her body seemed to react well to what he had done so far. She was amused at the version he would probably want from her: probably nude around the house from time to time, probably more oral sex from her, probably making her play with herself so he could watch, stuff like that. She figured it wouldn't hurt anything, and her certainly deserved that sort of harmless thing, and she might get more sex out of him, so why not?

 

[susurrus]

I was thrilled at Christie’s consent. My cock started growing yet again, but I wasn’t going to be able to do three times. The fact I’d cum twice was remarkable. Still, I wasn’t going to try to will my cock down. Let Christie know how much she turned me on.

The thing was, if I was going to be the one in charge, it meant I was going to have to think of stuff for us to do, and I had to be careful not to fall into a rut.

“Do you have any questions about what we’re starting here? Do you want to talk about it at all?” Christie didn’t seem too inclined to move off of me at the moment, and I liked feeling her luscious body against mine anyway. We could talk in this position for a while yet, unless she decided she needed to move.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie thought about Matt's questions for a few moments while she lay comfortably atop him. She thought she felt a touch of his arousal pressing into her lower abdomen, but wasn't sure. She figured he had to be at least a little aroused over the conversation and their positioning-while still nude-but doubted he'd be able to do anything more about it for a few hours.

"No," she said after a few thoughtful seconds. "I'll go along with what you want. You know me well enough."

As comfortable as she was though, she was beginning to feel uncomfortable in her bladder, and so reluctantly stood. She leaned back down to peck Matt in the lips, then moved back to the bathroom.

After completing her necessary task and cleaning a little between her legs, she put on a robe before moving back to the living room to see if Matt was ready for a late dinner.

 

[susurrus]

Considering how things had gone so far, I hadn't expected Christie to say she hadn't enjoyed herself and that she didn't want to go on. That she had no questions at all surprised me a little, but I figured discussion could happen as subjects came up.

By now, my cock was fully hard again, but I was in no hurry to do anything about it. After what we'd already done, it was time for a break. We just laid there a few more minutes while I caressed Christie's fabulous curves, until she started to ease herself off me.

I just watched the woman I loved walk nude toward the bathroom, enjoying the unconscious tick of her hips, until she disappeared around the corner.

While she was gone, I re-ran the last hour or so with a smile. It had been some of the greatest sex we'd had since we were married. Just the fact I'd managed to cum twice was testament to that. I'd either have to join Christie in her workouts, or take some time during the day on my own to get more exercise, so I'd have a chance of doing that more often.

My cock was still hard when Christie emerged from the bathroom. I was disappointed she'd put on the robe, but at the moment, I wasn't going to upbraid her for it. Besides, it was the hottest she'd ever looked wearing that robe. She stopped a moment, asking, "Hungry?"

I looked her up and down, almost seeing a different person than the woman I'd married. The nurse, downtrodden by the soul-crushing demands of a job dealing with pandemic-stricken unfortunates, was currently in the background. A light I hadn't seen in Christie in months glowed from her, the full, saucy smile she wore one I hadn't seen in far too long. This had been good for her. It made a warmth swell in my chest at the same time my cock throbbed.

"For far more than just food, but food will do for now," I replied, my delight at the way this had turned out impossible to hold back. Sitting up, I said, "Lead the way, beautiful, so I can follow that gorgeous ass all the way."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie couldn't help but roll her eyes and smirk at Matt's shameless and corny flirting, but it did serve to turn her on a little again. Wordlessly, she turned to head to the kitchen, giving the back of her robe a little flip as she did to give Matt a flash of her derriere as she preceded him to the kitchen. There, she prepared a simple and quick meal.

Several times as she was working, if she was within reach of her husband, he would pull her in for a quick squeeze, or grope, or kiss, or combination of those things. She smiled in good humor as he did so, amd several times gave him a quick stroke of her fingers along his shift or gentle tug on it as they parted.

As Christie plated the food, she noted that Matt had made no move to dress. Before they took their seats and before she grabbed her plate, she did her best to give Matt a sultry look as she slowly untied her robe and shrugged it from her shoulders, handing it to him before taking her plate and moving to her seat.

 

[susurrus]

I liked the look Christie gave me at my comment. It told me she was flattered by my appreciation of her body, rather than dismissive, like she’d been so many times before. My god, it’d been too long since she’d felt so playful. The little saucy glimpse of her superlative ass as she ducked into the kitchen made my cock throb in appreciation.

Naked, I followed that perfect, round butt and just sat down and admired the view as Christie got to work fixing something for us to eat. Lately, I’d been the one to have dinner ready to go, just to let some of the pressure off, since she usually came home so beat.

If Christie came within reach, I wasted no opportunity to touch her, and she made sure I had plenty of opportunity. There was a lot of kissing and touching on my part, and she made sure my cock and balls got their share of attention, too. By the time she had the food ready to go, I was dripping.

Before long, two plates lay on the table. It looked delicious, as did the cook. I sat down, and I watched in glee as Christie gave me a slutty look, then slowly pulled the tie of her robe out and let it fall open, revealing the treasures that lay beneath. I didn’t have to wonder long if that was it, because soon, she expertly had the whole thing falling off her shoulders and into one hand.

Cradling the robe across her forearms, she then gave a slight presentational bow until I took it from her. Nude once more, she gave a slow twirl and sat gracefully into her seat. My god, I was horny again. I still wasn’t sure I was up for another fuck, but Christie could cum a few more times, I was sure.

I tried to remember the last time we ate a meal in the nude, and came up blank. We had to have done this before, but I couldn’t bring up when. Finally, I gave up the effort. It was happening now. That was the important part.

The meal was delicious, which wasn’t surprising. Christie was a great cook. What she’d fixed wasn’t a lot, nor was it heavy. I think she was into what we were doing enough that she didn’t want to weigh either of us down, just in case more play was in the offing. That one thought kept me hard through the entire meal.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie couldn't remember ever eating without at least a robe and panties on. Even that had often made her feel sexy, but this was almost decadent. It also out her in a flirtatious mood, which she acted upon over dinner in a manner she couldn't remember doing since she and Matt were dating.

Deciding to take things up a notch, she slid her chair as close to the table as she could, the motion making her breasts jiggle. Matt's eyes, of course, were drawn immediately to them, and the distraction caused him to jump a little as she stretched out her leg and ran her toes up the inside of his calf. Unfortunately, that was about as far as she could reach, but she curled her toes over the top of his knee for as long as she could stand before letting her foot slide back down his leg.

After dinner, Christie stood to carry the dishes into the kitchen. As she came around to Matt's place to get her his, she noticed that he was hard again. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, then murmured, "Wait here". She made sure to swing her hips as she walked away from him with the dishes.

After having deposited them in the sink for later, she did her best to imitate the walk of those runway models she had seen during commercials as she walked back in to the dining room. Once back to the table, Christie daringly (for her) sat on the table at Matt's place, swinging one leg up and over his head and back down his other side so that she was almost straddling him. With a coy smile, she asked him, "Dessert?"

 

[susurrus]

Wow. You’d think eating while naked would be just like eating any other time, but you’d be wrong. It was probably the most erotic dinner I’d ever had. Through the whole thing, I could barely take my eyes off my wife. Even though all I could see was from midway on her torso and up, it was a view well worth having. Practically every movement she made caused her breasts to move just the slightest bit, and it was hypnotic.

Any other time before this, Christie would probably have given me the old: “There’s more to me” bit, but she seemed to like the attention now. That was good, because I didn’t intend to stop looking, as long as she was on display like this.

Then, she reached down either side of her and scooted her chair closer to the table. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but the action made her tits bob even harder, which made my cock throb.

It didn’t take long to find out what Christie had in mind. Suddenly, I felt her foot caress my ankle, then begin to inch its way up my calf. A simple gesture, but it made my cock just a little harder, if that was possible. Her foot continued up my leg until it reached my knee and went no farther. The look on Christie’s face said she knew just what she was doing, but that she’d reached the limit of how far she could go. The goal, I was sure, was to tease my cock this way, she just didn’t have the reach. Well, of course I’d have taken a foot job if she’d have been capable. As it was though, just the gesture was erotic as hell. I felt it in my cock even though she couldn’t get anywhere near it. I gave her a naughty smile that mirrored the one she had on her face as her foot traced back down my leg, a look of disappointment on her face.

We were through eating not long after that. As Christie got up and began clearing dishes, it dawned on me that neither of us had spoken through the entire meal. Oh, there had been plenty of communication, even if my eyes had been practically glued to her tits most of the time. When she came around to my side of the table to retrieve my plate, I resisted the urge to reach for her pussy, even if it was my right to do so if I wanted. I wondered if Christie could feel my eyes caressing her curves as she looked down and saw my hard-on and smiled.

Bending down to kiss me, she cleared my place until it was bare, whispered huskily, “Wait here,” then carried everything to the sink, making sure her ass swayed alluringly the entire way.

On the way back, she kept up with her runway walk, this time giving me the view of her delectable front sashaying toward me.

I felt a drop of precum drool from my tip and run down my shaft as she approached. When she started to climb on the table, swung her leg up and over my head then situated herself where my plate had been, I could hardly have been more delighted.

I hadn’t seen this before except in porn videos. Christie looked a little apprehensive, but that only lasted a moment when she saw the effect she was having on me. Her smile returned and when she asked, “Dessert?” I didn’t waste any time.

Leaning forward, I buried my face in the soaking cunt before me. My god, the scent alone was almost enough to make me cum. Christie was wetter than she had been in a very long time, and she tasted wonderful.

I lapped up all the delectable fluid she had to give and caressed her lips and all around it with my tongue. Oh, I gave her clit plenty of attention, but along with “There’s more of me” I’d often been told, “There’s more down there than just my clit.” My tongue and lips covered everything between her legs, and when I’d made one round, I came around for another pass. Christie’s cunniligual chorus filled my ears with her glorious song, and it only made me want to get her off more. My cock was remarkably ready for another go, but I wanted to make my wife cum with my mouth, just like she’d done for me earlier...

 

[fnchristie81]

God, but this felt so dirty. Christie felt slutty, having offered herself so brazenly to Matt in the dining room table like this, but she decided that she liked it.

It didn't hurt that Matt seemed to be doing his best to get her off, either. He wasn't focusing on just one area, but instead attacking her whole nether region with his mouth.

It wasn't long before Christie was having a hard time keeoing herself propped up on her arms while he ate her out. She lay back, stretched out along the table, her head hanging off her place. One of her hands crept up her body to play with her nipples, still tender from their earlier abuse. Her other tangled in Matt's hair to encourage his ministrations to her sex.

It wasn't long before she felt an orgasm beginning to work it's way to the surface. The combination of the continued stimulation ever since she'd walked through the door, as well as Matt's current efforts, had it bubbling up rather quickly.

"Please," she whimpered to her husband. "Please take me!" As pleasant as this was, she was also feeling the need for him to stuff her full.

 

[susurrus]

My cock throbbed, and I’m sure there was a puddle of precum on the floor as I ate the most delectable “dessert” I’d ever had.

I had no idea how long we’d actually been at this: an hour? Two? More than that? Did it really matter? The fact was that we were doing it. Christie was enjoying herself… for the first time in months, I think, and I could hardly be more elated. Christie was actually playing along, not just going with the flow and waiting for me to give her guidance. I intended on doing that, of course, but I liked that she was taking the initiative on some of this, too.

When she laid back on the table, I saw her take advantage of her free hands to maul her tits and nipples. It was a truly erotic sight, and my cock throbbed once again, adding to the pool on the floor.

I wanted to cum again. The sheer eroticism of the moment had me fucking horny again. When Christie cried out, “Please... Please take me!” I had the sudden urge to stand up and plunge my hard-on right into the sopping cunt at my lips. However, I intended to make her cum with my mouth first. Besides…

“Wrong words,” I said, lifting my mouth from her pussy a brief moment. “Wrong words, and the right ones aren’t ‘Please take me.’” I then latched on to her clit and began to suck...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt's refusal to engage in coitus brought Christie down just far enough from the precipice of orgasm that this sudden sucking hard on her clit frustrated her, rather than push her over. What the devil did he mean, "Wrong words"?!?

Her fingers tightened in his hair, trying to pull his body up.

"Please, Matt," she begged. "I need it!"