I live for sex. Hardly a minute passes when I'm not engaged by sheer necessity in eking out a living or tending to other bothersome details required by daily life that I'm not working toward cumming or at least contemplating how and when my next orgasm might be achieved. When I read figures suggesting how often the average human male thinks about sex I know that I am single-handedly evening out the mathematical mean for an entire order of monks somewhere in the world. I breathe for sex. I hunger for it. I thirst for it. Every fiber of my being celebrates and rejoices with my cock when it's spewing its spermy goodness forth whether humbly into my own hand or fervently and emotionally into another person's warm, receptive body - most especially, into Dee.
Today is Tuesday - one of our regular sex nights. All day I've been thinking about little else than of easing my stiff cock into Dee's loving pussy. Never mind that I've been intimate with her thousands of times in our nearly 25 years together, gushing maybe gallons of cum all told into her soft middle. All of those other times pale in my mind beside the thoughts of this one time only hours away. I want Dee so much that I'm nearly trembling with my desire.
As I write this I have spare ribs braising to be baked in a little while with honey and Jack Daniels barbecue sauce, and onion garnished red potatoes roasting in the oven. With steamed asparagus tips, they're going to make one great meal. It all smells so good that I'm almost drooling in anticipation of the delicious tastes. But I'd trade all of these heavenly smells for one quick whiff of Dee through the front of her panties. I'd give up eating the whole meal for one quick lick right now between Dee's labia - for one drop of the precious goo that her body offers up when its preparing to receive a man's excited cock.
To hell with Friday. Thank God it's Tuesday!
theme of feeling my wife's loving body receiving me
into her and milking me for all I'm worth.
Follow-up: The ribs were out of this world, but gushing into Dee's pussy was better! It always is. Better than anything else in the world.