Wednesday, March 6, 2013

How's the Weather Back There?

Hubby and I had been planning sex for a few days, but every night something or someone intervened and ruined our plans.  The night before last, it was me.  I fell sleep. It happens.

Last night, though,  it looked like it was actually going to happen.  I was finished with my shower and I pulled out Spartacus and cleaned him up, just in case.  Hubby checked on our youngest and locked up the house.

He climbed into bed and we both slid toward the center of the bed until we met. Our legs intertwined as we kissed.  I could feel us both relaxing, releasing the stress of the day. In the last couple of years he's gone from being a non-kisser to an o.k. kisser.  At least he was willing to try.

He reached over and grabbed some lube, put some on his hand, and slid his hand between my legs.  There was absolutely not need for it, but I didn't say anything.  Why spoil his fun?

I reached over and grabbed Spartacus. Hubby smiled, kissed me again, and pulled his hand up to my right breast while be started kissing my left. I pushed the button on the vibe and slid it through the slickness to my clit.  The intensity made me flinch.  He checkled and then reached back for some more lube.  I was wondering what he was thinking until I realized it was the peppermint lube he was holding and then dribbling on my nipples. Then he went after my tits hungrily, lapping and sucking on one, then the other, then back again.

I turned up the speed on Spartacus and was just about cum when he said, "Is it raining yet? Do you know?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Do you know if it has started raining, yet?" As soon as he finished the question, his mouth went back to work on my nipple.

My hand stopped moving.

"Seriously?" I said. "You really want to talk about the weather right now?  NOW?!"

This struck me as such a great example of sex in a long term marriage. Sometimes you're into it.  Sometimes you're not. It's not unusual to think about other things but saying them out loud during the act is a bit rude. Unfortunately, that's how married couples can be to each other sometimes.  We forget about the other person's feelings because we're so wrapped up in ourselves at times. I was pretty sure, though, that he wouldn't want to talk about the weather when it was "his turn."

He apologized and we got refocused. But now I couldn't cum.  Every time I was close I started thinking about the weather.  No lie.  UGH!

So I faked it.  I hate doing that.  I rarely do.  But I did.  I figured I'd take care of myself later, if I needed to and I was pretty much not into it anymore anyway.

Since I was "done," he wanted his so I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth.

What a minute!" I said. "Where's that peppermint lube?  I want some!"

He laughed and tossed it to me. I told him that I wanted to watch him put it on. There's something very sexy about watching a man slowly stroke himself. I leaned back and watched, twice telling him, "More...."

When I was ready, I took him in my mouth and started sucking him slowly, moaning with a girl-like glee as I lapped up the peppermint lube.  It wasn't long before he tapped my shoulder and told me to turn around.

I got upon my hands and knees and looked back at him. He grabbed my hips and slid his cock inside me. Ohmygod it felt SO good! Usually when we get to this stage, I've already cum once, but this time I was still horny and I wanted it badly, so I started rocking back against him right away.

I thought I was going to cum, but then I heard it.  The rain.  I could hear the rain on the roof. Then I couldn't stop laughing and I asked him, "Can't you hear the rain?"

"No," he answered.  "And stop laughing. Don't you know it's just wrong to laugh when you're in bed with a man." He was still pumping me while he said that, and I was still laughing.

When I could tell he was about 15 seconds from cumming, I looked back at him and said, "Hey! How's the weather back there?" By then I was laughing hysterically and there was no way I could stop.

Hubby groaned loudly, slapped my ass HARD and growled, "Dammit, Kat!" He reached forward and pushed my face into the pillow, which just made me laugh harder.  Then he grabbed my hips with both hands and went at me hard and fast until he came. I popped my head up and said, "Don't you wanna talk about the weather?" and he threw another pillow at my head.

"Having a good time?" he asked as he climbed off the bed and grabbed a washcloth to clean up with. "Yes, I am," I said between bursts of laughter. "This is better than sex!"

He just shook his head and walked into the bathroom.  I saw his shoulders shaking as he laughed while walked away.

By the time he came back to bed, I was done laughing, but I was still smiling. He crawled into bed, kissed me and we snuggled up together.

He whispered into my ear, "So, is it supposed to rain tomorrow?" We both started howling, laughing as quietly as we could, pressing our mouths against each other to smother the sound so it wouldn't wake up the boys.

We fell asleep like that, tightly held in each other's arms with smiles on our faces.


6 comments:

WestsideTori said...

Love it, love it, love it! Sometimes a good hard laugh is just what you need in a long-term marriage,, often more than that other thing we're fixated on. Keep smiling, Kat.

Octavia said...

Fantastic post! Laughter is definitely the second-best bonding tool in a marriage.

Cheers,
Octavia

All About Love And Sex said...

Maybe both of you are not relaxed, too much things in mind and can't focus!

Lola said...

It's sweet that sex with your hubby can be "fun," but you still didn't get off, hence the need to prowl. Comfortable shoes vs. the sexy heels.

Ryan Beaumont said...

Hey in some areas rain is a pretty important topic!

Kat said...

Laughter is important, isn't it?

Thanks for the kind comments.