THE JOYS OF A QUICKIE

We'd had a pleasant evening. Perhaps a little too much wine. No, we weren't drunk, we'd both had busy days and just needed a little something to take the edge off. We'd both had quite heavy, late lunches, so, dinner wasn't on the cards. I lay on a sofa, occasionally reaching across to the coffee table, helping myself to crackers, bits of cheese and other assorted nibbles. Steve was sat on the floor, enjoying the same feast.
He refilled our glasses from the two bottles of Chablis, sat chilling in the ice bucket. We were half watching a film on Netflix, occasionally chatting about some event that had occurred during the day. At some point, I needed the loo, but, tiredness had crept in and I just lay there, hoping the moment would pass. Of course, it didn't and, in the end, it was quite a rush to get to the toilet. I hitched my skirt up, pulled my knickers down but didn't quite manage to sit down before I started to pee. I sat there, enjoying the relief, of course, but disappointed as I felt the wet patch on my skirt. Still sat there, I slipped the skirt off, kicking it towards the linen basket. My wet knickers got the same treatment.
From reading some of the comments on here, and watching some of the videos, certain people would find that exciting. Not me, I can assure you. I sat back, sighed at my predicament and started work on taking my stockings off. I allowed myself a wry smile as I caught a glimpse of myself, in the mirror, still sat on the toilet, now completely starkers.
Standing up, I picked up my clothes and kicked the lot towards the linen basket. I was back in the bedroom, slipping into some clean knickers when Steve walked in. He went into the en-suite and, picking up my clothes, he must have felt the wetness. “Had a shower with your clothes on”, he grinned. “Bit of an accident, if you must know”, I snapped.
I grabbed a wrap and we both went back into the lounge. I lay back on the sofa, the wrap open, my tits only partly covered. A bit more wine, a few more nibbles and we were both dozing off, completely uninspired by the film.
“I'm ready for bed”, he announced. “Me, too”. It was August, and the heat of the day had taken it's toll as well as the wine. I threw my wrap on the chair and climbed into bed. He stripped to his pants and climbed in, next to me. I looked at the clock, it was only 9 o'clock, but, within minutes, we were both asleep.
I woke early. We're not overlooked, so we rarely close the bedroom curtains and the sun was already shining brightly. I looked at the clock. It was only 5 o'clock. I must have disturbed him, because, a minute later, he stirred. I sat up. The duvet was down at the bottom of the bed. Now, I didn't wake up feeling sexy. In fact, my head was still a little fuzzy after last night's wine. But, I looked at the bulge in his pants. He always wears micro-fibre undies and they cling so nicely to his cock. He is well endowed in that department, but today, he was actually quite hard. “Somebody's had a nice dream,” I commented as I reached across and stroked him. I do love the feel of that thin fabric against him. I pulled his legs apart and moved my hand a little lower to stroke his balls, lovely and full. I put my free hand in my knickers. I was getting wet. I leaned towards him and licked his ear. “Well, are you going to just lie there or are you going to fuck your wife.”
He knelt up and I yanked his pants down, his cock immediately springing to attention. He managed to get out of his pants and kicked them off the edge of the bed as I grabbed his cock and greedily pushed it to the back of my throat. He grabbed the waistband of my knickers and roughly pulled them down my legs. He pushed me onto my back, my mouth letting go of that rock-hard cock. As my back hit the sheet, I unceremoniously spread my legs wide. He rammed into me, my head bashing against the headboard.
I was wet, but not saturated and flinched as he filled my cunt, stretching me wide. I raised my head and looking down the gap between our bodies, watched his cock going in and out. He lowered his body, his chest crushing my tits. My legs wrapped around his bum, my heels digging into that lovely arse. I pulled him close, his shoulder pressing into my throat as I raised my head to watch his bum pounding away. I managed to get one of my arms between our bodies, my fingers frantically rubbing against my pussy as he pounded my insides.
My legs were now in the air, cycling, as though I was taking part in the Tour de France. Then I felt his hand on my bum, his fingers prising my cheeks apart. Oh yes, that wonderful sensation as he pushed a finger into my bumhole. I gasped out loud as he wiggled it about. “Yes, yes, I love it,” I yelped.
I lowered my legs and, knees bent, dug my heels into the bed, raising and lowering my body, perfectly synchronising with his thrusts, my head continuing to bash against the headboard. His finger was still in my bum, helping to lift me up and down, as well as driving me nuts.
I pulled him back towards me, my nipples agitated by his hairy chest. I looked down, again, at his bum. Then everything seemed to go into slow motion. My legs were back in the air and, through my glazed eyes, I saw my feet starting to curl. My white lace knickers dangling from one ankle, swinging freely with our movements. My cunt was now a gaping, saturated hole, the lips stretching one way, then the other, as he twisted his cock in all directions.
I was quite literally gasping for breath. The heat was rising inside. My toes were now curled towards my heels. I closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen. “Fuck me, you bastard. Fill my cunt.” And then that thrill as I squirted. In perfect harmony, I felt his cock slowing as it twitched and jerked as his spunk spurted out. I lay back, out of breath, my nails digging into his flesh as my body trembled. He lay, breathless on top of me, spunk still seeping out of his cock, his chest crushing my tits. He fell to my side, totally spent. As I lay there, I couldn't resist one final act. I knelt beside him, still a little short of breath, and parted my legs. I put four fingers, quite easily, into my sopping cunt. “Who's your favourite dirty cow ?”, I teased him. I jiggled my fingers a little, giving out a squelchy sound as the spunk and cunt juices stuck to my fingers. I spread my fingers in front of his face, the gungy mess giving the appearance that I'd got webbed hands. I started to lick my fingers, the gunge on my tongue still attached to the mess on my fingers by sticky strands. I licked my lips and swallowed, letting out a quiet mmmmm as it slid down my throat. I spread some on my tits and then licked my nipples, my tongue making them harden even more. “Do you love your dirty bitch wife.” “You're fucking awesome, you filthy slag”, he laughed.
I looked at the clock.........................5:15. Ten minutes from start to finish. I lay back down, next to him and just smiled to myself.
I do like a long sex session, but, you know, a quickie is always very pleasant, whether it's in bed or being pushed over a kitchen table with my dress up round my neck.