My wife calls me a dork, but she smiles when she says it. I guess I can be childish, or child-like as I like to think of it. Usually she finds it my most entertaining trait, the one that keeps our life fun and exciting. Sometimes, not so much. Like this one time...But I should set the scene first.
Our house is ruled by a little 5 year old nosy demon that claims to be our daughter. She is adorable, so we let her stay with us. But because of this, we have to take extra measures when it comes to our marital ablutions, or the demon child comes knocking on our door demanding to know what is going on in there.
It started simply enough.
One night, after watching some animated movie one too many time, I sneaked off to the bedroom while the wife put the monster to bed. I pulled extra pillows and sheets from the closet, grabbing whatever was fluffy and comfy. Between the bed and the wall, I built a pillow fort. I laid blankets and pillows down and draped a scarf over a lamp. I had made a love nest.
When the wife came in, I popped my head out of the fort.
"Come in!" I mock whispered to her.
She cocked an eyebrow at me, but eventually crawled under the tented sheet. It was warm and cozy under there, bathed in red light. I took my wife in my arms, running my hands across her waist, feeling the taught muscles of her belly. My wife is one of these tall and thin women, dirty blonde hair falling to her shoulders, her small and perky breasts tipped by thick nipples. Her long legs finished in a pert little ass, at the time covered by a set of mom jeans, which would not do. I pushed at her pants, undoing the top button and clawing at the zipper.
We kissed, laughing in each other's mouths as we clumsily tugged our clothes off.
"Why are we in a cave?" she asked, giggling.
"It's a fort," I replied, "I made it as soundproof as possible."
She took my face in her hands and kissed me, teasing me. "You plan on making noise?" she asked.
"Not me," I replied, and kissed my way down her belly, past her belly button, to bury my nose in the puff of dark blonde pubes that crowned her slit. She gasped.
I tugged at her pants, kicking them off her legs. I kissed my way around her pussy, teasing her, brushing my lips across the soft crease where her inner thighs met her hips. She grabbed my hair, pulling me into her pussy. I resisted, gently biting her thigh. The whole point of the fort was to take it slow, to not feel rushed and under the gun of a demanding five year old.
So instead I used my lips as a soft brush, blowing warm air as I moved up and down along the side of her pussy. I love the softness of her skin right there, where inner thigh becomes the outer lip of her pussy. I let my own lips feel her skin, my tongue teasing the little folds of inner lips that peeked out. I continued to tease and brush along the outside of her pussy, along the inner thighs, along the swell of her hip bone. Her clit started to peek out, but I refrained from touching it. I hovered over it, gently breathing warm air onto it. My wife moaned, her hips squirming.
I don't know how long I teased her like that, but I finally got what I wanted. A drop of clear fluid had pooled at the base of her pussy. I gently pulled her open, looking into the depths of her folds, watching as she leaked a string of clear fluid. That was my prize. To make her wet enough that her desire was made obvious.
I dipped my tongue into her sex, into her little honey pot. She gasped. I licked upwards, to her clit, drawing a little cry out of her. The game was on. I slid a finger inside of her wet heat as my tongue continued to flick her little clit. I curled my finger, finding her G spot, and started to rub.
"Fuck..," she breathed, which I took as a good sign.
I continued my tongue and finger work. Her hips started a rolling movement under my tongue, her hands in my hair. I listened to her breathing as it became faster and tighter. I pushed my own clothes off, never losing contact between my tongue and her clit. Her moans were becoming more insistent.
Suddenly I stopped, making her whine, but I quickly moved up, lined up the head of my cock against her wet opening, and slid in. She was so wet at this point that there was almost no resistance, just the warm grip of her pussy. She arched her back, surprised by the sudden penetration. I sunk all the way in, until my balls rested against her warm ass.
And then I pulled out, jumping back down to plant my lips on her clit, sliding two fingers this time into her. I found her G spot again and rubbed it.
"Goddamit, fuck, fuck, fuck... you're gonna make me cum," she gasped.
I mumbled something encouraging into her pussy and continued to flick my tongue on her clit while rubbing her G spot. In the padded womb of the fort, her cries were hushed, close. It had been a while since I had heard her cry out like that.
She grabbed a little pillow and shoved it in her mouth, silently screaming into it. Her hips bucked under my tongue, her pussy squeezing my fingers, as she reached her peak.
As soon as stopped thrashing I pulled my fingers out and moved up, placing my cock at the entrance of her drenched pussy. I pushed in, my cock disappearing inside of her. I knew that her clit was super sensitive right now, so I indulged and just focussed on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of the sleeve of her pussy, not worrying about anything else. I knew I was not going to last very long anyway. We weren't having sex often enough so every time we did it tended to be quick and furious and silent. I was getting tired of that.
