in November

I wanted to have sex last night, but he was working. I went to bed and fell asleep waiting for him.

He woke me up gently. When are we going to be close? he asked.

Tomorrow, I said.

So tonight he had more work to do, but we planned he would work for an hour and then take a shower and we'd have our way with one another. I'm going to look at porn while you're in the shower, I said. He plugged in the headphones for me.

I went to an amateur porn site that I like and watched men and women enjoying one another. I listened to the sounds they made. A particular women was being fucked from behind by a very enthusiastic man. There was a sound of flesh upon flesh every time he thrust himself into her--he was doing it fast. The perspective was such that we could see her face and her breasts and couldn't see any of the penetration. But the sound of flesh upon flesh turned me on, and the gaspy sounds he made. He slapped her ass as he fucked her.

Then my husband was out of the shower, clean and ready. Do you want to watch something together? he asked.

My kind or your kind?

Whichever, he said.

We can watch your kind, I said. So we sat down in front of his computer and he went to Porno Tube to search for ejaculation videos. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my chonies with my right hand while my left hand went to my left nipple. My husband pulled down his boxer shorts and grasped his cock.

We watched men jacking off and masturbated as we watched. My husband chose which videos. My eyes moved from the man who was masturbating on the screen to the man who was masturbating in a chair beside me. I admired the style of someone who jacked off quickly, his cock in his fist, pumping only the shaft. I enjoyed the various perspectives: sidelong, straight on, the bird's eye view. I noticed how some men had their jeans down around their ankles, while some had taken off the pants entirely. Some men had their socks on, and some were entirely nude. The nude men had stomach muscles that were supposed to impress me.

As I masturbated, I found my clit to be more and more wet as lubrication filled my cunt. I would rub myself in time with the man on the screen, pretending to be him. I would rub myself between videos, just using my imagination. It got so I had to stop so I wouldn't come. I would stop and go, stop and go, a bit dangerously. My left hand grasped my left nipple and gently rubbed it then visited the right.

I'm ready, I said. I was tired of this porn and wanted to fuck.

We took off our clothes. I got a condom and opened its wrapper, setting the condom on top.

We masturbated in bed. I was upright, on my knees, rubbing myself. He lay on his back looking at me. He rubbed my nipples, one then the other, and I watched him jerk himself off. I got to the point where I really wanted to come and stopped.

I turned and went onto all fours. He got the condom and put it on behind me. He thrust into me, and it had been a long time since we'd had penetrative sex. Feeling him inside me felt right and as he pushed into me over and over again, I pushed back. As he fucked me, I imagined him fucking me. He moved slowly. I guessed that he was going slow so he wouldn't come. He was deep inside of me. It's okay if you come, I said.

I love you, he said.

I love you, I said.

Then he did it faster. Our bodies made the sound of flesh on flesh like in the pornography video I had watched. It felt good. I moved my right hand to my clit. It felt large on my fingers. I touched myself until I was about to come then moved my hand away. I did this again and again until I couldn't take it anymore and let myself come.

I felt a force grow in my abdomen. My cunt ached, and then there was an explosion of sensation throughout my body. I whimpered and cried out as the feelings coursed through my body. He fucked me hard as I came, hungry for it--he was the powerful man who could satisfy me, and I was the woman who wanted it. I rubbed myself for a long time as he fucked me and the feelings went on and on, as if I had come many times rather than just one.

Then I was exhausted and collapsed, still rubbing myself, but he had withdrawn and was beside me, looking at my face. He looked pleased with himself. I saw him and felt sheepish. He rubbed his forehead on my forehead. We rubbed our heads together like this, and we caressed each other.

How do you want to come? I asked.

I want to film myself, he said.

I was surprised. Okay, I said.

Is it okay? he asked.

Yeah, for sure, I said. He got the digital camera.

Is it okay if I come on a towel? he asked.

Yeah, that's fine, I said.

He went for a towel, and I lay beside him luxuriously. I felt calm and peaceful, still inhabiting the sensations of my body.

I watched my husband rubbing his cock and filming himself from above. You're beautiful, he said, glancing at my breasts.

Thank you, I said.

Are you ready? he asked.

I was surprised he was going to come so soon. Yeah, I said.

He increased the speed of his thrusts into his hand, and the semen was spurting out onto the towel. I watched loyally. I felt somewhat detached, like a scientist observing this mammal, yet loving and present.