"There it is... the site of all your sports glory," I said sarcastically to my wife Kami as we drove past the high school sports fields.
"Yes, I could have been great if I hadn't hurt my knee," she replied playfully.
We were visiting Kami's mother for the weekend and were on our way back from a quick run to the supermarket. Her mom was a widow as Kami's father had died from a heart attack several years earlier. Even though she was still an attractive woman, she had eschewed dating, so Kami and her sister made sure to see her as often as possible.
"I'm sure," I laughed.
"It's true! Don't be a jerk," she responded.
"Which one is the soccer field?" I asked, scanning the grounds.
"The far one... in the back next to the field house," she answered.
"Ummm... all those hot little bodies running around naked," I said, continuing to tease.
"Hah! Sweetie, girls don't run around naked. They go home to change or hide behind the shower curtain," she explained.
"Well, that's no fun," I responded.
Although it wasn't something I had ever thought about, I was surprised by her message and was still mulling it over in my head when she said, "Yes, not like the boys."
"Honey, we were shy, too. We were just more scared of showing any fear," I told her.
With that, the conversation switched back to Kami's mom as we turned onto the tree-lined street where she had grown up. As soon as we were in the house, I put the bottles of wine away while my wife set about preparing some snacks. An hour later, the three of us moved to the patio and enjoyed the warm evening air. Seeing how much my mother-in-law enjoyed chatting with her daughter, I kept quiet, and over the next few hours, we killed two bottles. Afterward, we made a brief stop to watch TV, however, it wasn't long before the women started to fade, so I took the lead in closing things out.
Once in the bedroom, Kami quickly stripped down to her thong, found her cut-off t-shirt, and jumped beneath the covers while I was still undressing. I could see her peering up at me with an impish look which informed me that she might not be as tired as I thought.
"I guess someone got their second wind," I laughed when she reached out as soon as I was beneath the sheets.
"Mmmm... hmmm..." she sighed and immediately guided my hand to her breasts.
For the next few minutes, we cuddled and I could tell by the sloppiness of her kisses that she was feeling no pain. Soon, she lifted her arms above her head to remove her top and once she had tossed it aside, she pushed her thong down her smooth legs. Next, she tried for my boxers, but wanting to slow things, I fended her off and pushed on her shoulders until she was flat against the mattress.
"I love doing it in the bed you grew up in," I whispered into her ear.
Kami giggled a little and then said, "It's not the same bed. My parents got a new one when I went to college."
"What? You never told me that!" I exclaimed.
"I didn't want to ruin it for you," she answered, laughing harder.
"Well, you did," I replied, and before she could respond, I asked, "I'm the only one on this one, right?"
"Hold on... let me think," she said and then pretended to be in deep thought before she answered, "I think you're okay."
"And the old one?" I asked, feigning annoyance.
"Shhhh... Let's make love," she replied, avoiding the question.
I knew she was toying with me, so I let the discussion end and when Kami's hands returned to my boxers, I let her pull them off. Now, both naked, our bodies writhed together as we kissed and fondled.
"I want to go down on you," I announced and started to descend.
"No, baby. We have to be quiet," she warned and pulled on my shoulders.
Kami often became quite vocal when her pussy was being tongue-lashed, so, I let her guide me over her until I was looking down at her lovely face.
For the thousandth time, I realized how lucky I was to have her as my wife. Tall and slender with a body toned from an active lifestyle, she was a real head-turner. She wore her light-brown hair shoulder-length and her pretty eyes were also brown, but several shades darker. Her lips were full and soft, and tiny, sensitive nipples crowned her B-cups breasts.
Standing six-feet tall and weighing 175 lbs. with a full head of hair, I didn't have near the looks of my wife but felt presentable. Like her, I worked out enough that my body stayed in shape, and she had told me more than once that I sported a disarming smile that put others at ease.
We met one month before graduating during our senior year in college and discovered we both had landed jobs in the same city. Since neither of us had an established network of friends in our new location, we ended up doing things together and it wasn't long before we became a couple. Six months later, weary of trying to get by on our starting salaries, we moved in together, and after a year of cohabitation, we got married.
That was two years ago and things, so far, had gone quite well. We rarely argued, and when we did, both of us usually felt so bad that we went out of our way to make it up. Also, we had both progressed several steps in our careers, so the money issues had become less acute. In fact, we had managed to purchase a small bungalow in a reasonable neighborhood.
We enjoyed an active sex life that had caring and intimacy as a foundation. Kami wasn't a prude and could be quite playful, although her natural inclination was for the conventional. I loved that her public demeanor gave no indication about what occurred behind closed doors and I knew from the probing questions I received from friends that the mystery made her even more interesting.
"You ready?" I teased when the head of my dick contacted her entrance.
"Yeah..." she answered in a husky voice.
"Ugghh... shit..." I grunted involuntarily in response to the warmth I felt as my shaft penetrated.
Mmmm... ohhh..." Kami sighed at the same time.
For the next few minutes, we moved together, feeling the heat radiate from our bodies as the small bedroom became filled with the soft sighs and mews of sexual satisfaction. Occasionally, we would connect in a kiss and after one ended, I looked into her half-closed eyes and saw she was close to an orgasm. I began moving into her purposefully, thrilled to hear the wetness of her pussy while maintaining a rhythm that didn't make the bedsprings squeak.
