A Night to Remember

We decided to have a few drinks, I can't remember why we decided too, but drinks were on the cards and we had what others might consider a few too many.

Our legs stumbled up the stairs, limbs heavy from the alcohol we'd been drinking. She looked a little upset, the alcohol clearly living up to its reputation as we sat and cuddled on the edge of the bed, softly chattering to each other, reassuring and loving.

"I want a smoke." She states, getting up to find a pouch of tobacco and all the other items required to roll.

"Well, you can't smoke in here can you." I reply matter of factly as we currently live in a rental property that says no smoking. "And I doubt you'll be able to make it downstairs to go outside, it was a struggle getting up here." My words slightly slurred as I try to compose myself as a responsible adult. Hah! Responsible my arse, I'm drunk and horny, but I can ignore the latter as she doesn't appear overly interested in coupling with me right now, nor has she all month.

"Thats fine, I can lean out of the window and smoke it."

Her fingers deftly rolling whilst talking. How can she roll drunk... I can hardly walk, let alone do something so fiddly as roll with my fingers, I doubt they would do what I wanted them too and I'd end up with a pile of tobacco at my feet, laughing at myself for the attempt. I've never even tried to roll.

"Alright, that seems fair. Just try to keep the smoke outside and not in."

"Well, I can't control the wind. If it blows back in, it blows back in." I get fired back at me, some sarcasm at my common sense comment.

"I know, I know. Would be cool if we could though..." I say opening the window ready for when she's finished rolling, taking in the fresh air on this spring night.

She slides up behind me, breaking me out of my trance of breathing in the nights air, making me jump with the scraaaape of flint from a lighter.

We just stand for awhile, before she jokingly offers me the cigarette knowing I haven't smoked before, but I'm drunk and think it's a good idea, mildly regretting my decision as I cough and she stands there, smoking and laughing at me.

"Bastard." I say to her, even though I knew I would cough, it's more aimed at her laughing.

"Hey, you took it out of my hand when i offered it up." She fires back at me grinning. There's that smile I so love seeing on her face, although it took me dying for a minute or two to bring it to the fore. Bit of irony in that I suppose, my pain her gain but that would also be true in other ways, since I'm a masochist and she's a sadist.

Leaving the window open, we find ourselves led on the bed kissing and cuddling, my reassurance of her continuing as she's still feeling down. My arms around her torso as she sits, fingers tracing across the skin of her shoulders and upper back as I plant small kisses on her forehead between us talking.

Time passes, and before long we're kissing. Passionately. I don't remember how this started, all I know is that my lips are pressed to hers and an all too familiar itch is rising in me, and in her.

Our hands are roaming, still clothed, trying to find patches of skin to run our fingers over needily. Mine finds the nape of her neck, pulling her to my mouth a little more as I hold her there for a few seconds.

Our embrace ends and we touch foreheads, looking into each others eyes, her green eyes pits of beauty and longing looking back at me.

Fuck, she's absolutely stunning, I could look at her all day.

I tug at her shirt, she lifts her arms in response and I slide the cotton vest top up her body and over her head baring her white, milk coloured skin to my eyes. She's pale as snow, and perfect. My brain on one track only right now of wanting to see more of her, all of her in all her glory, naked and proud in front of me.

I promptly stand up, not in the most elegant of fashions, alcohol causing my brain to send signals clearly in the wrong order, as I offer her a hand once I'm more steady, pulling her up off the bed now I'm stable on my feet, careening her into my torso with a light 'thud' as she connects with me.

I claim her mouth one more time, before working my way down her body, kissing, scratching, biting, caressing as my hands work her bra from her pert breasts. Even though we've had two children before, they don't fall an inch as her bra falls to the floor and sit proudly, two C cup teardrops protruding outwards, areolas a beautiful deep brown in comparison to her skin and her nipples erect, poking towards my face now level with them.

I drink in the sight of her undressed torso, the woman standing before me, causing heat to rise within me more than I thought possible with anyone else, just by being here in presence, topless and willing.

I casually flick a nipple, knowing since our second child she's not overly fond of breast play, and continue my way down her, kissing her tummy, marks and all. The body of a woman who gave herself to me wholly, and I intend to treat her in a way she deserves.

My fingers hook themselves in the top of her leggings, teasing them down her legs, more skin bared, leaving her in just her underwear, comfy underwear, but who needs all that sexy shit, maybe once in awhile but this is real and I'd rather she was comfy and relaxed.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, as she sits back on the bed in front of me, breasts bouncing slightly as her bum impacts on the mattress and it gives before bouncing back to much of it's original shape. Her fingers fumble with my jeans button, pulling it open with a resounding pop before I feel that weird sensation of my zip being undone brushing against my growing erection through the underwear separating them.

She let's them fall to the floor, my jeans of the day baggy and they drop with little to no effort from her as I step out of them, removing socks as best I can in my state. Her hands in much the same way I took her top off, tug lightly at the hem of mine, prompting me to lift my arms as she pulls it up, my own body dropping lower to allow her to throw it off me leaving me in the same state as her, only underwear separating us.

I put a knee on the bed, the spot directly between her legs and lean down to kiss her, slowly falling backwards together on the bed into each other, followed by copious amounts of hard groping. Any skin, breasts, crotch, neck, nothing was left untouched after what felt like an eternity exploring one another.

I feel hands tugging my underwear down and roll over onto my back, lifting my bum I to the air to allow them to be pulled off by eager hands. My erection springs out making a slap as it hits my body having been stifled in my underwear for so long allowing it to grow to its full size shortly after. The slap bringing a few giggles from us in our drunken state.

I watch as she slides her own underwear down her thighs to her knees, sliding each leg out from her knelt position next to me. I reach my hand out to touch her pubic hair, feeling its coarse but smooth hair between my fingers.

She catches me off guard at this point, swinging her leg over me. But not so I can penetrate her, I find myself looking directly into her heat, hovering above my face as I feel her lay down my body and take my erection in her hand. Her innie lips parting before my eyes revealing the folds between them and her warm wetness glistening, begging to be licked, tasted and parted more by my tongue. My nose tickled by the scent of her arousal making me throb as I'm wrapped in her small fingers, more than a handful for her.

I wrap my arms around her hips and place my hands on her bum to pull her slightly down towards me, her legs sliding outward a little more either side of my head until I only have to stick my tongue out to taste.

As I do get my first taste, I feel her take me into her mouth, disappearing between her lips, a moan being drawn out of me as I begin to lick, drawing moans out of her in return. The vibration of them reverberating over me as I'm in her mouth.

My tongue isn't the only one swirling as I feel her moving hers over me within her mouth. Our moans mingling in mutual pleasure as we administer one another for what feels like forever, perfect, until she begins to shake atop me being taken by the orgasm I've forced out of her doing a figure of eight over her clit. I hold her hips in place as I make her ride the orgasm a little longer not wishing to give up tasting her as she cums as my tongue continues to slide up to her opening and back down to her clit. Her head pressed up against my pelvis as she cums, unable to concentrate on me.

She rolls off of me after a short period to collect herself, beckoning me to her as she lays on her back. Between the alcohol and us both basically being in heat like two animals, I don't even consider the protection we've been using to stop me catching her before I part her lips, our bodies crashing together as I bury myself within her, my glans still slick with saliva, her vagina coated post orgasm easing my passage into her towards her cervix.

I lay atop her, mesmerised by the way her body moves with me, every action in time with my own, her breasts bouncing as we collide, her rolling eyes as I hit spots within her. We maintain our pace, neither wanting to let up or ready to finish, breath heavy over one another.

She pushes me out of her briefly, the sound of me leaving her wetness a loud one in my ears, and proceeds to straddle me as I move backwards on the bed. Still half sitting, she impales herself on me, making me throw my head back and groan at the sheer pleasure of the angle she pushes me into her at and I stayed propped up on the bed admiring her slow bouncing and grinding on me, her pubic hair rubbing against my own.

My eyes are glued to her, all her features. The gentle curve of her hips up to her waist accentuated that much more as she's atop me, hips mine to grab and do with what I will. Her hands placed on my chest to steady herself as she rides me, her fingers clawing at my skin and chest hair needily. The soft bounce of her tummy and breasts as she hilts me inside her with every slide up my shaft and back down before she grinds herself forward on me repeating the motion every time. The look she's giving me, pure unadulterated pleasure plain to see on her face. Those gorgeous green eyes staring into my soul, willing me to continue with her, something I will always do. Her lips curved upwards in what I can only describe as a look of bliss. Her dyed red hair falling across her shoulders and chest like a blood red waterfall, a total contrast to her smooth white skin. This woman, my wife, my best friend, my heart and soul knows how to please herself and me with her motions, her wetness beginning to pool out over my balls with every in and out she performs, gently dripping down them between my own thighs.

Arms aching from being propped up, I lie back, allowing her access to my full length as her inner legs touch my hips, a slight gasp coming from her as I fill her that much more, my head pushing past her cervix feeling almost like a flick across me before nestling into her back walls, what a perfect fit, as if she was made for me and me for her. Her hands on my chest, pawing and pulling my hair slightly at the invasion.

I instinctively put my hands on her hips and encourage her to move, gently pulling and pushing her along my body, grinding her against me as she sat atop me in a trance like state.

After a few seconds, she comes out of her tranced fulfilment, and begins grinding on her own, pulling my shaft back and forward inside her, pushing me and pulling me into her walls with force, one that makes us both roll our eyes in tandem.

Her hands place themselves gently either side of my head, as she places her body along mine, sliding up my shaft as she assumes the new position. Her tummy pressed against mine, her nipples gracing my skin with their presence as she slides herself back and forth. She flicks her hair off to one side of her head to stop it getting in my own face as she increases her pace, her eyes locked onto mine almost begging for me to release.

I can feel it building in my core the more she moves, her insides coaxing me into it.

"Tiff.." I breathe out to the air between us. "I'm gunna cum.."

A half prompt for her to hop off me, we know how this could end, no barrier between us. Not that it matters in the slightest to us in the end, being married and stable. But still, I give her the option. One she clearly decided to ignore as her pace quickens.

I feel it building past the point of no return, my body on a one track train to filling this beautiful woman with my seed. My head arches back slightly into the bed as I claw and pull at her skin, pulling her towards me as my orgasm begins to hit.

She feels the first pulse my erection gives, a signal she's attuned too associate with my cumming. She pushes herself down onto me, absolutely no gap between our hips, literally hilting herself on my member as I cum, hard.

Pulsing my genes directly into her, her cervix pushed up against my frenulum adding to my sensation as I fill her. My forehead pushed into her neck moaning as my nails are dug into her back, no move made by either of us lost in the sensation between bodies.

I release her from my arms wrapped around her body as she slides herself up me, removing me from her internally, with nothing leaking out having placed myself so deep.

We lay next to each other, naked and breathing heavily sharing light kisses. Me on my back, her pressed up against me to my side, enjoying the after glow of orgasms and alcohol before gently falling asleep cuddled up, ending one of the hottest nights of my life. The only night we had together that month.

A few weeks later, she realised she was late, buying a test to take at home, both of us nervous.

Positive. One night was all it took.