My wife, Chrissy, and I were lying in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying that wonderful feeling of satisfaction you get after a great fuck. I was still inside her – a feeling we both enjoyed – and every now and then she would squeeze me with her pussy muscles as sort of a reminder to both of us that I was still there and we'd smile at each other. This was often how an afternoon would end when I came home early from work now.
We'd been married almost ten years, and we'd had our ups and downs, but our marriage was stronger now than it had ever been, thanks to her. I kissed her gently on her sweet sexy lips.
"I love you, sexy babe." I whispered. She smiled at me – that wonderful, lazy, just-been-fucked smile I love to see on her face. She nuzzled her lips into my neck and squeezed me again inside her in emphasis.
"I love you, too, sexy man." She whispered against my neck.
A couple years ago I had been wondering if our marriage had been coming apart. I had been so into work, she had been so into raising the kids and her own part-time job. We never seemed to have time for each other or interest in sex. It was like we had been spending most of the time since the honeymoon growing apart. And I knew now, that a big part of that had been my fault. Too focused on work, having to succeed, thinking I had to do it all myself, etc, etc. It's a long story, though, and not what I want to talk about here right now. Suffice to say, my wife helped me recognize the problem, and fix it.
Then I started living life again. I still own my company, and still work, but I let the very competent people I hired to work the company do their jobs more than I used to. And I take time to enjoy the fruits of my labors over the years.
Which includes coming home early from work afternoons like this now and then while the kids are still in school so Chrissy and I can steal some time for the two of us.
When I had gotten home earlier, I had walked from the garage into the kitchen and out into the main portion of the house. I bought this place because it was a nice large house, but especially for the back yard. It's large and has a beautiful pool with a spa and summer kitchen, lots of grass around it and shade trees on one side. But most important of all – it's totally private.
So, as I hoped, the sight that greeted me when I walked into the main living area and looked out the floor-to-ceiling sliding glass wall was the beautifully naked, tan, form of Chrissy laying out by the pool. Ever since we'd bought the house we had enjoyed the privacy by indulging our love of nude sunbathing and not having to deal with the awful feeling of clammy clinging wet bathing suits. Seeing her out there, all 5'3" of her petite, toned body, blonde hair, and her pert firm tits oiled for the afternoon in the sun provoked a smile on my face and the expected reaction elsewhere.
Still smiling, I walked to the master suite and got undressed. From the bedroom there I had a different angle of the pool area and my sexy wife laying there. Even as I removed the last of my clothes and freed my erect penis I noticed she had raised one knee and let it fall to the side, exposing her shaved pussy even more to my view. Such a sexy pussy she had, too. So delightfully lickable. I hadn't even realized I had wrapped a hand around my hard cock until I became conscious of stroking it as I watched her fingers slowly tracing her pussy lips.
I wondered what – or who – she was thinking about as she was teasing herself. My smile was growing almost as much as my arousal as her other knee bent and she opened her legs wide. Her pussy lips separated with that motion and her fingertips danced along her labia.
