Let me tell you why I was late for work.
My wife Kate is a nurse. After a night shift, she gets into bed just as I wake for work.
We're like ships that pass in the night, or early morning, anyway, you know what I mean.
On this particular occasion, as the first light of dawn broke above the streetlamps outside, Kate climbed into bed just as my alarm sounded. Placing a kiss on her tired cheek, I made to move downstairs when she wrapped her arms around my neck. Clearly she wanted to kiss more intimately, so our lips met.
Her lips were warm and her kiss firm, but affectionate.
She pulled me in tight. I guessed she'd had a rough night at the hospital as she needs some love after those shifts. So I gave her an extra few minutes of the attention she deserved and we continued kissing passionately.
I was still in only my boxer shorts, Kate pulled the covers off so she could hold me closer. In just a small pair of pyjama shorts, her full breasts were so tantalising there in the dark of the bedroom.
"I have to work babe," I whispered as she held me tightly.
Kate just kissed my lips and face as I remained in her bear-like squeeze. Then she ran her tongue and teeth across my ear and whispered softly, "Fuck me first."
Now I am a man of many talents. None of which include the ability to walk away from a horny woman that nibbles my ear.
With her hands inside my boxers gripping my ass tightly, the cloth that separated my manhood and her pussy felt so thin as to be almost non-existent. I could taste the desire in her kisses, hear it in her breaths and feel in the motion of her hips inviting my ever-hardening cock to play her game.