"Bedroom. Now." Her husband's voice was as rough as ever - which was to say, a poor attempt at roughness that he clearly thought would seem hot to her. It was not. Lara sighed, setting down her dishes and drying her hands off. She was used to this by now, and while the novelty and his initial enthusiasm wore off, the frequency of their fucking hadn't. She supposed it was only fair - they had been trying to conceive for a year and a half with no luck. They weren't high school sweethearts or anything. They met in college, like real adults - Lara scoffed. Real adults. Like they knew what they were doing at 20.
Still, they had been very much in love at the time, fucking like rabbits into their mid 20's. Then one day, it had just fallen away. Grown old, maybe. But they wanted to have a family. So now, at 28 and 29, they were fucking as often as possible to try and conceive so Lara could have two kids before she turned 30. She was terrified of the big three-oh, as much as she'd like to pretend it wasn't.
Still, fucking as often as possible more meant fucking as often as Ryan was able to get it up, whether or not Lara was in the middle of something. She wanted to get every chance possible to conceive. Normally she didn't mind, but getting into the flow with the dishes was something she didn't often get. It was a shame to waste it, she thought as she reached down to her hips. She lifted her shirt over her generous chest, letting her hair spill out over her shoulders and she shucked the tee to the floor beside the bed. She was quick at this now, disrobing without tripping on the way to the bed.
By the time she flopped onto her own side of the bed, she was in only her bra and panties. Tshirt bra from one cup size ago, light tan and stained. Hipster stock black cotton undies. There was no real point looking hot when the man had been inside you so many times. It wasn't like she had to seduce him anymore.
Ryan slipped out of his pants and underwear, his shirt still on as he came to loom over her. His cock was genuinely the largest she'd ever been with, about seven inches when it was fully hard. The feeling used to shock her into a pleasant humming headspace, but like everything else, the sex deteriorated when the enthusiasm and newness wore off.
With the fluidity of repetition, Ryan reached into the bedside table. He pulled out a small towel, which he laid under Lara's hitched hips, and a bottle of lube. He poured a fair amount of it into his hand, letting it warm for a minute as he put the bottle away. Lara thought about the dishes, whether the water would still be warm enough when they finished here. Ryan had been finishing more quickly recently. Lara doubted it was because the sex just felt that much better to him recently, but she had no idea why it was.
It was fine, though. Made it more likely she could get back to her chores and get ready for work the next day.
Ryan rubbed the lube against her pussy. She felt his fingers slip between her folds, her lips, ever so quickly. She hitched her hips up instinctively, but no amount of chasing after those fingers matter. Ryan was getting to the main course right away, like usual.
He rubbed his cock up and down over and over in his lubed hand. It was almost fully hard now as he looked down at her. Lara looked back at him, waiting for the usual slow push in.
Ryan pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, pressing forward slowly. Lara hitched her legs apart, letting him in as easily as he could. When he bottomed out he shut his eyes and shuddered like always. Lara wondered how it didn't get old for him. She wondered if she was doing something wrong, if she could be enjoying it more. If she-
"Be mean to me?" Ryan panted, thrusting into her as he lowered his forehead to the pillow beside hers. He asked this sometimes, maybe once a month. She wasn't sure why, exactly. Usually she just ignored the request and they continued on.
Lara bit her lip. She loved him and never knew what to say when he asked for that. She'd asked him straight up once what he would want to hear. She had remembered it but never felt comfortable saying those kinds of things to him before. Now, though, she just wanted something new to happen.
"Oh my god, you're being so pathetic right now." The effect was immediate. Ryan froze inside of her, pressed forward. She could feel his cock twitch, and her breath quickened.
"What?" he said, but didn't object, so Lara pushed on.
"I can barely feel that little thing, and you're already almost finished? Do you really think you can satisfy me with that thing?"
"Uhng," Ryan groaned, moving again, slowly at first but with increasing speed. He reached down to play with one of Lara's tits, and she gasped at the feeling. It had been a long time since he'd fondled her.
That was all the script she'd been told, but when Ryan whimpered, "More," she couldn't object.
