As anyone in a long-term relationship can testify, you tend to fall into comfortable routines, even with sex. Chris and I have a great love-life; but it's often hours of teasing and looks that culminate in fifteen or twenty minutes of amazing but quick sex before falling asleep knowing the alarm clock is going to be clanging too soon.
Vacations, until this one, meant no sex as we always had the kids in the room with us. Getting to the first hotel room we have shared without the kids, I lay Chris in the bed and took twenty minutes just to tease her mom suit off of her. She'd been handling my hard cock the entire time. Some of the girls I'd known before her were a little more than reluctant to touch me, though they all seemed to like getting touched. Ladies, if you like your body being touched, please reciprocate!
By the time my face went between her legs she was very damp.
"Mmmm," she breathed, "so thinking about me having a baby does this to you? Who knew?" she practically giggled, her hand on my head.
I used my thumbs to push her delicate labia up and out, her clit popping out from its shelter. She drew a quick, sharp breath as I took it between my lips and sucked. She gripped my head to her. Then, taking a hand full of hair, she lifted my face and pulled me up to her, bringing us face to face. We kissed deeply, our tongues darting.
"Fuck me slowly," the hoarse whisper pled as her left hand wrapped around my erect cock and directed me to her insistently. I slid into her with delight, her body ready and receptive, our eyes fixed on each other. There was a fire in her eyes I'd not seen in some time.
"Ah!" she exclaimed in a tiny voice as I pressed into her fully. Her eyes flashed. "Don't move, just keep pressing," she demanded, grabbing my buttocks. She looked into my eyes and squeezed her vaginal walls.
"Mmm," we said in unison. So it went for the next forty minutes. No words, as such, just little whispers and cries from each of us. We moved each other to changed positions, the unspoken communication of those who know each other well. There were no children to listen for, no appointments to keep, no distraction wondering why the dog was barking, or chores that would ultimately have to be done. Our minds were, quite simply, on pleasure. Pleasuring the one we loved, being pleasured by them.
Sitting on me cowgirl style, moving herself slow and steady, Chris smiled something naughty and asked "What were you really thinking about that got you stiff on the beach?"
"You," I said with sincerity.
She put her hands on my chest and raised her hips until I was only just inside her, then slid down again. "I should hope so," she said staring at me. "What about me?"
"Angie's birth," I responded, my cock throbbing. She returned my motion with a caress of her femininity on my buried manhood. Her eyes still on mine.
"What turned you on about that?"
Neither of us had ever actually talked about that night. Having been so explicitly told that I could never talk about or ask about the one exhibitionist activity we had shared while dating, and "life" having come tumbling back full bore the day after Angie's birth with two kids to take care of along with the new baby, - and her mom in the house for two weeks - I'd naturally gone on with the memory hidden and my fantasy just that.
"Y'know," I smiled. There is always the debate, when a loved one asks you what you're thinking, to answer truthfully or not. Though two people can say they know each other, there are those inflection points and questions that can tilt either into more intimacy - or sheer hell! It seemed wiser to deflect.
Chris' body was telling me conflicting messages. She was moving up and down the full length of my shaft, her vaginal muscles continuing to squeeze me. But in her eyes I could read a question unasked. She said nothing for several minutes as she rode me with a frenzy. She climaxed for maybe the fourth time since we began and I released into her in response. She fell unto my chest, her hand at my cheek.
"I..." she began so softly I could almost not hear her. "I have such..., confused memories of that night. I guess it was the hormones, or endorphins,....something going on so I could make it through without the anesthesia."
I wrapped my arms around her, my semi-rigid manhood still within her. "Whadaya mean, confused?" I asked, "like you don't recall the birth?"
She chuckled and I fell out of her. "No stupid, that would be hard to forget. It was beautiful, and amazing, and scary as hell. I guess the scary part is why I have these vivid, impossible images. I guess it's a dream or something I imagined so all the anxiety was covered up...."
"You hallucinated something?" I asked, thinking I understood why she hadn't ever said anything. I supposed she was in a dream state, her brain flooding her with endorphins to fight the pain and didn't even realize what had transpired.
"I must have. I mean..., I couldn't....," she trailed off as she snuggled closer to me.
I held her tight. "Was it scary, Babe?"
She giggled. "YOU wouldn't think so," she said as she propped herself on her elbow to look into my eyes.
I was confused. I guess it showed on my face. Chris put her head down again on my shoulder, her lips just inches from my ear.
"Joe, it was erotic. I have these clear memories, like it really happened. Sometimes they come flooding back, this same dream, and I get so hot. My pussy gets wet!" she snickered in an embarrassed, incredulous tone.
My hand went to her beautiful ass. "Oh, do tell!"
She smacked my chest. "I will not! It's... You'll get upset."
