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Reconnecting with Her Husband

Stella hasn't been intimate with her husband in too long. Perhaps it's time to change that.

By Heather KinnanePublished 3 years ago 4 min read
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Stella rolled over in bed, watching the sleeping form of her husband. His chest rose and fell, his soft snores the only sound filling the room.

He was older now, they both were, life and work and general busy-ness filling their time, even more so now than when they’d had children, which seemed an impossible thought, but there it was.

How did you connect with someone when you barely spoke anymore? What happened to their long morning lay-ins, snuggling in bed while the children entertained themselves in the next room? What happened to those nights where he woke her for sex, those long evenings they stole, knowing full well they’d be woken far too early the next morning, purely to focus on each other, on building the intimacy between them?

When was the last time they’d been intimate?

Stella reached out to put a hand on his chest. He mumbled something, his head rolling to face her. She could feel his heartbeat, and she held her hand there a moment, appreciating its rhythm. She ran her hands through the greying curls on his chest, then let it slide lower, below the sheets to cup his semi-erect cock.

More mumbling, but he still didn’t wake.

She wrapped her hand around it, giving a little squeeze, loving the feeling of a pulse in return. She squeezed it again, rubbing her thumb over the tiny slit in the head, gently rolling his foreskin up and down.

“Mmm…” He murmured, shifting slightly, and she glanced up to see his gaze on hers. “Now that’s a way to wake up.”

He leaned over to press his lips against hers. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” She smiled, moving her hand to cup his balls and give them a squeeze.

“And what brought this on?” he asked.

“I was awake early, and pondering life and how busy we’ve got. We used to make time, do you remember. We knew we’d be busy, and we deliberately carved out the hours. Now the busyness is always such a surprise, and we don’t do it anymore.”

“Maybe we should.”

She grinned. “That’s what I thought.” She pushed herself to her knees and slid beneath the sheets, climbing between his legs. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve done this.”

She licked the slit at the tip of his cock, circling the head with her tongue and then covered it with her mouth.

He groaned, and she glanced up to see his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple protruding. His response spurred her on, and she released his cock to lick up and down the shaft, sucking at his balls, first one, then the other, then returning to suck his cock as she rolled his balls between her fingers.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and she glanced up again to find him watching her, panting, his pupils dilated. His cock twitched in her mouth and she relaxed her throat to take him deeper, tasting pre-cum in the back of her throat.

She bobbed up and down a couple more times, then sat up, sliding up his body to press her lips against his, her breasts against his chest.

“Won’t you keep going?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I want you to come in my cunt, not my mouth.”

His eyes lit up—she knew he loved it when she talked dirty—and he rolled her over so she was on her back, climbing between her legs to press his cock against her pussy.

She spread her legs, arching her hips to give him better access.

He slid inside, and she closed her eyes to focus on deliciousness his thick hard warmth filling her.

“That feels so good.” She breathed the words, her body relaxing under his touch.

“It does.” He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her jawline. He nuzzled into her ear, one hand on a breast as he began to thrust.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her heart swelling with the joy of the connection.

He thrust harder, and she joined him, their movements desperate, their hunger for each other freshly awoken.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Stella gasped as she came, and moments later her husband gave a grunt, thrusting deep and holding there as he emptied his seed into her.

She held his face between her hands and kissed him, and he sagged onto her, their tongues meeting as their kiss deepened.

“I love you, Stella,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she replied.

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Heather Kinnane

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