Anita walked into the bedroom still towel drying her hair. It was one of those rare occasions when everyone, including the baby, had settled down quickly after dinner.
Anita took advantage of the situation to have an early evening shower, rather than a rushed morning one. Christopher was sitting upright in bed and absorbed in his reading material.
“Good book, then? “ Anita enquired.
Christopher grunted his response before actually looking up from the book’s contents. He was about to return to his reading material when he was struck by Anita’s state of semi undress, wearing an old shirt of his as a nightdress. Anita hated waste and would always look for ways of recycling everything, including Chris’s expensive shirts. He watched as she continued to talk and walk to the other side of the bed. As she passed by the window she stopped to finish drying her hair and it was here that Christopher could see the outline of her womanly figure silhouetted as the evening sunlight was drawing to a close casting long shafts of light through the window and through her clothing. It was amazing that even after all these children she still had a well defined hour glass shaped figure. Christopher continued to watch her as she turned her back on him and stretched across a set of drawers to claim a mirror. As Anita stretched Christopher’s old shirt rose up to reveal glimpses of her that peachy bottom of hers, perfectly rounded, firm to the touch and as juicy as hell. She was wearing what she called knickers of necessity rather than panties of pleasure. Chris had seen her body covered in sexy lingerie and plain butt-naked, many a time but there was something about her tonight that caught Christopher off guard. He watched again as she turned round to ask what he thought about her suggestion when he realised he hadn’t been listening, just watching the sensual draw of her half naked body.
It was causing a stir down where the fires hadn’t been burning so brightly since the baby was born. Now facing him he could see her knickers of necessity clinging tightly to a pair of well defined lips. His inner fires started to crackle and spark as he thought of those sweet lips needing to be prised open and devoured by him, so he glanced up to her eyes to measure whether his advances would be welcome or rebuffed yet again due to tiredness.
He said nothing.
He just continued to watch her every move and each move seemed more inviting than the one before.
She raised her arm to brush her hair and yet again the shirt rose to reveal that old pair of utilitarian knickers that were now screaming at Chris to be removed. He adjusted himself as his hardened desire was crying out for her touch. The knickers of necessity just had to be torn off to reveal their treasure. They may not have been her panties for sexual pleasure but these hard working, worn out work horses were calling to Christopher’s on going frustration. His eyes darted back to her face. She had stopped talking. She was getting into bed, placing the brush and mirror on the side table.
“Are you Ok?” She enquired, unsure of what was distracting him from his book. She fell back against her pillow letting out an anguished cry.
“They are all settled for the night – thank goodness.”
Before she could sigh with relief or exhaustion, Chris was kissing her before more words escaped from her mouth.
Anita was momentarily taken aback but offered no protest to this rare sign of affection. Her hands hooked over his shoulders. She returned the kiss. Her tongue sought his. Together both tongues tangoed a long yearned for dance of seduction. His hands pulled her shirt up to tug abruptly at the rigged knickers . Anita didn’t offer any protestations of tiredness instead she gave a helping hand while still hungrily enjoying this kiss of passion. She wriggled out of her dampened restraints allowing her wetness to feel the open air. Her readiness glistening so wantonly was there to be seen.
Her breathing hitched as she felt his fingers slip inside her, then out again. Moistened, he prised her open and circled her pearl of ecstasy.
“0h, Jesus,” she cried out. Christopher always found that spot so quickly. He knew her so well. She wanted to scream out and share her ecstasy but found herself biting her lip for fear of waking the baby. It was such a delicious rediscovery of natures pleasure. She dug her nails into his back as her own back arched absorbing those electric shocks in silent agony.
Suddenly his knee abruptly pushed her legs further apart. Almost instantaneously he was inside her – deep and hard.
Oh so hard! She had to stifle a cry as he pushed through her doors of resistance. It was just his width that needed more accommodation. Yet it was such a delicious feeling. She had almost forgotten how he filled her so completely and how each eager thrust resulted in more and more moans of exquisite passion. Chris buried his head against Anita’s neck. She could hear his anguished cries of manic need. She knew he wouldn’t hold out for long as this was a fuck of necessity not one of their long sensual tantric love making sessions. She too wanted this quickie, both as an affirmation of their on going love and of the release of sensual tension that had not been released since before the birth of the baby.
He hastened his pace. She met this rigour enthusiastically. Her breathing hitched further then as suddenly as it started Christopher was gasping for breath against her ear, trying enjoy her inner warmth for as long as possible.
He wanted to remain within the hold of her walls but as she threw back her head, smiling intently, he felt himself slip from her control. Anita grinned again, as this was so unlike Christopher. She had thought quickies a thing of the past but was very grateful for this one. She reached for some tissues but waited for him to roll off her and lay back against the pillow.
“Book, no good then?” She teased him as she mopped up their living nectar.
He just smiled up to the ceiling.
Putting the tissue aside she turned to spoon up against him.
“And I hope you remember I haven’t had my contraception jab yet. So I hope it’s ok?” She asked without really wanting to know the answer
She continued,
“I don’t think my body can take any more babies”
Christopher could hear her words but was still enjoying the release of inner tension. He too was smiling, content and sated.
Together united in mutual released lust they both fell asleep knowing tomorrow would bring another day fraught with the labours of life, love and an ever increasing family with all the costs that that entails both financially and emotionally.
But tonight both felt happy and content knowing their lustful relationship was reignited and still as pleasurable as it was all those years ago in the meadows.
