It was a peaceful Wednesday afternoon, me and my girlfriend Venessa were relaxing in the master bedroom of our apartment. I was at my computer desk playing a video game with the sound muted while Netflix played on the TV above my head. She was laying in the bed, half watching her show and half immersed in her phone, likely on Pinterest or Facebook.
Wednesdays were nice since it was our off day together, we both worked at a casino with her being a cocktail server and me being a bartender. It was also our only night alone during the week, as her daughters were with their father. It was a day we looked forward to, even if we did nothing.
We did not have anything planned for the evening, as we both ran a lot of errands earlier that day and were just wanting to lay around. At least that is what I thought.
"Babe" she said.
I turned my head towards her "Yes?" I said looking at her.
"I have something to tell you." she said as she set her phone down.
I looked at her inquisitively, "Ok?" I questioned, wondering what she had randomly thought about.
"Do you remember last Thursday?" she began "When we had sex."
How could I forget? She had just put her daughters to sleep when she walked into our room. I was on the computer playing my game when she asked if we could have sex. Like any other person with a dick between their legs, I happily obliged, and logged off my game and began to undress while she went into the bathroom, assuming she wanted to pee first. As I was climbing into the bed nude she came out of the bathroom, naked. She walked over to the door to make sure it was locked before climbing into the bed with me.
When she climbed in, I attempted to guide her to lay on her back when she firmly looked at me and told me no, and that she wanted to be on top. I like her on top, as I can relax and watch her breast bounce with every movement and heave after every breath she takes, and not to forget being able to look at her face while she rides me, her facial expressions alone turn me on seeing her in pleasure.
She then began to mount me, and without any interruption at all after she positioned herself right above me, I went in instantly. She was wetter than she normally was, so much as to where you could hear it instantly as she began to grind up and down on my shaft. I was about to say something to her when she closed her eyes, looked up, and pressed her hands into my chest, digging her nails into my skin. She said she was about to cum. This surprised me as she rarely cums this fast with me during sex.
She began to moan, struggling to keep quiet knowing that her kids were home and possibly still awake. I could feel her fluids begin to run down the bottom of my cock and leak over my balls in between my legs. As she started to calm down and began grinding back and forth again, she told me that she had been horny all day long and couldn't wait to get fucked.
When I asked her why she was so horny, she told me she did not know and began ride more vigorously. She told me to grab her tits, I love her tits so perfect and round, and I can't get enough of them, so I began to squeeze them.
When I was getting close to cumming I told her, as she told me to cum inside her, to fill her up like the slut she is. She knows dirty talk sets me over the edge, which set me off as I began to spurt inside of her, wave after wave of cum filling her up as I exhausted all my energy. And to my surprise, she came a second time to me unloading inside of her. Afterwards she fell over onto the bed and I cuddled her to sleep.
"Yea I remember" I replied, as I quickly relished the scenario in my head.
"Well, I wasn't exactly truthful that day" she said.
I gave her an inquisitive look "What do you mean not truthful?" I was hooked, as I knew something had happened that Thursday to make her so wet, but she never told me and simply brushed it off as nothing.
"Do you remember that guest a few months back that took me to dinner after work?" she asked.
