Now, seven years since I last made love to my wife, I peel her clothes off slowly, savoring every moment, kissing every piece of skin as it’s revealed to me.
We lie on the bed, naked, our bodies pressed together, my hands exploring every curve and crevice.
I know Caroline’s body. I’ve dreamed about her body for the last seven years. And now I explore every difference, every new curve, every new line on her skin.
“You’re beautiful, Caroline.”
She snorts. “I’d give anything to have my eighteen-year-old body again.”
“Don’t you ever say that,” I growl.
My hand runs up her stomach, caressing the soft skin as my fingers trace the faded stretch marks.
“This body carried our daughter.” I kiss her belly, making my way up to the mounds of her breasts. “These breasts nourished our daughter.” I kiss her pointed nipple, and it pebbles under my teeth.
My hands slide south, and I dig my fingers into the flesh around her wide hips. “These hips carried her around…” I shift my body up to kiss the smooth skin of her neck, trailing around to her shoulders. “…and these shoulders carried the burden of single motherhood. You’re beautiful Caroline. You always were, but life has made you breathtaking.”
She smiles contentedly, and I continue my exploration, moving down her body.
“And this pussy…”
“If you bring up the fact that I birthed our daughter out of there, I’m leaving,” she says with a joke warning to her voice. “Reminding me of giving birth right now is the surest way to not get laid.”
I chuckle, keeping my mouth close to her thighs and enjoying the shiver as my warm breath hits her sensitive skin.
“I was going to say…” I slide my hand between her glistening folds, and she lets out a squeak of surprise. “The memory of this pussy kept me going over the last seven long, lonely years.”
I kiss the soft skin of her inner highs, slowly making my way to her opening. Caroline wiggles underneath me, pushing her hips forward, obviously frustrated at my slow pace.
“Are you as tight as I remember?”
As I say it, I slide two fingers inside, and her channel clenches around them, making her gasp.
“Are you as big as I remember?” she says breathlessly.
I chuckle at the sassiness she slings even when I’ve got her splayed out on my bed.
“You’ll find out in a minute, honey.”
My mouth closes around her pussy, and as I lick her hard nub, I pump her with my fingers. She smells as good as I remember. Suddenly, I feel like I’m twenty years old again.
Precum shoots out of my dick, and I marvel at how easily my body reverts to that of a horny young man who can’t believe his luck to have such a beautiful woman beneath him.
“Keep laughing,” Caroline says between shallow breaths. The vibrations must be doing something to her, so I start humming, letting my lips vibrate against her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Tony!”
The orgasm comes out of nowhere, and Caroline’s hips buck as she screams out my name. I dig my fingers into her hips, keeping her pressed to my face, letting her ride my mouth until she’s done.
Then I pull away gently and climb up the bed to reclaim my wife.
“You ready for me, honey?”
Caroline nods, her eyes looking glazed, and I’m pleased to see I’ve finger-fucked the sass out of her. Wait until she gets my cock.
I spread her thighs and line myself up, my tip circling her wet entrance. Caroline lifts her hips to meet me, and I plunge inside her.
Her pussy clenches around me, enveloping me in her sticky, wet heat, and I groan into her hair. It feels so fucking good to be inside her, to be back here I belong—to be home.
