“I think your penis needs to be in my vagina,” Jill said playfully, waking me out of a sound sleep on Sunday morning. “But that’s just my opinion.” Her voice was a whisper, as we were staying with family; it wasn’t her words that roused me but the feel of her hand caressing my chest and her lips gently touching the side of my face as she spoke.

It didn’t take me but a moment to be fully erect, and as Jill’s hand found my hardness I turned onto my shoulder so I could more easily return the favor. My hand began at her full and swelling breasts, my fingers tracing a path along her belly to her thighs, warm and soft. As she stroked me, I teased her for a few moments, goaded by her quiet moans.

As she began to rub her palm along the head of my cock I finally touched her clit. It was just a cursory touch at first, an appetizer for what was to come. I gave her a few circular strokes before slipping my fingers inside her, and continued to excite her pleasure button with my thumb. She whispered something I couldn’t hear and I leaned my head close to hers, all the better to suck on her neck while she repeated herself.

“I need you,” she said. My eagerness to move between her thighs and sate myself with her delicious taste was countered by the intensity of her words. I knew what she wanted, and oral sex wasn’t on the menu that morning. With one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, Jill moved the other one aside and pulled me on top of her. The familiar sensation of her body against mine, the smell of her skin, the feel of her nipples standing erect against my chest all served to turn me on even more than I already was, and I found my way inside easily.

The first thrust made her cry out. It wasn’t the loudest she’d ever moaned, but for six-thirty in the morning in a house full of sleeping people, it was louder than she intended to be. She quickly regained her composure and began to enjoy my movements inside of her, her hands firmly on my ass as she pulled me against her. She rode my thrusts, her hips bucking rapidly against mine as I quickly dipped deep inside of her before withdrawing, then repeating the process.

“Don’t stop,” she said, and we kissed passionately, our respective cases of morning breath apparently cancelling each other out. Her mouth felt like exotic fruit against mine. The taste of her tongue and her lips intensified my thrusts and I realized that if I didn’t slow down it was going to be over quick. My wife, however, had other plans. “Come in me,” she said. “Hurry, I need it so badly.” Her words turned me on, and no amount of baseball-related thoughts was going to stave off orgasm. I tried telling her that I wanted her to come first, but she shushed me with another kiss.

All at once I pulled out, letting the temptation to come pass harmlessly. As I kissed my way up her stomach, grazing over her breasts on the way to her soft white neck, she moaned again. Whether in pleasure or frustration I wasn’t sure. As I nuzzled her neck she whispered, “Why did you stop?”

“I want you to come first,” I said.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll get off in the shower.” The guest bathroom has an adjustible showerhead that rivals our own; I am well aware of my wife’s fondness of masturbating with it. The thought of her holding the cold metal nozzle close to herself while high-pressure jets of warm water cascade against her clit was arousing, and suddenly I was throbbing,

“I want to be there when you do it,” I insisted.

“Then come before anyone wakes up.” This would be tricky, as at seven-fifteen – seven-thirty at the latest – people would start waking up, and it was likely that some of them would need to use the very bathroom my wife was planning on having an orgasm in while I watched. We’re married, they know we have sex, and I’m not entirely sure why I find it weird for Jill’s family to know we’re showering together. I guess it’s just something I need to get over. I quickly maneuvered myself back inside of her, and imagined her crouching down close to the shower floor, letting the showerhead do all the work.

In spite of the very exciting visual in my head, it took me longer than I expected to come. We found our rhythm, and from there it was a pleasurable ride for both of us. When I came, I didn’t come alone.

-Jack