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 She was already half asleep when her husband climbed into bed.  She would
have been contented with a kiss and a "good night," but when she felt the
stiff length of his erection press against her backside, any thoughts of
sleep fled her mind.  She was a bit surprised at how strongly her body
reacted to it.

   Grinning to herself, she pushed her hips back against him and almost
echoed his moan.  She was about to turn around to kiss her lover, but his
hand curled around her narrow waist and slipped under the bottom of her
camisole.  Strong fingers teased her stomach, then drifted down to the
waistband of her pink cotton panties.  They danced atop the material,
tightening the ball of desire that had coalesced between her legs.  His
rigid member pressed harder against her.  She wanted to feel the heat of
his arousal in her hand but when she reached behind her, she was thwarted
by his shorts.  She squeezed him anyway, and found herself moaning with the
need to feel that thick, hard shaft.

   She turned to face him, locked her lips on his, and threw a leg over his
waist in one smooth motion.  He always loved it when she took the
initiative.  Straddling his waist, she tugged on the waistband of his
shorts.  As his erection emerged and stood reaching for her, he took hold
of her panties and yanked them down.  There was a brief hiatus while they
struggled out of their shorts and underwear, but once clear, her desire to
feel the smooth, velvety skin of her husband's cock was sated.

   She stroked him slowly while he fondled her breasts through the
camisole. It had been the camisole that had turned him on in the first
place, so she kept it on.  Sometimes it was hard to tell what turned her
husband on the most; sometimes he would be unreachable, and other times he
could get turned on by a smile.  Today it had been the shirt.  He'd
expressed his admiration of the way it clung to her curved waist and
displayed her breasts very early in the day, but it wasn't until almost
midnight that they'd been able to do anything about it.  Their two
daughters had gone to bed at eight, but there'd been laundry, dishes, and
other little chores to be done.  Whenever they wanted to make love, it was
often their sleep that had to be compromised.  But as she settled her hot
nether lips on her husband's shaft, she decided once again that it was a
sacrifice that just had to be made.

   Supporting herself with a hand on the bed, she began to move her hips
back and forth, stroking her husband with her silky folds.  He loved being
teased like this, and it served to make her plenty moist enough for
penetration.  She eased back and forth, sometimes letting his helm slip
between her lips, stopping just before he could enter her.  He didn't try
to thrust into her because he knew that if he did too early, everything
would be ruined.  She didn't have trouble becoming wet enough tonight. 
She'd been thinking about him all day - the way he walked with a
deceptively gracious gate, the way he kept stealing lecherous glances at
her all day long, the way he squeezed her butt when no one was looking.

   A sudden gasp tore from her lungs when she felt the soft, firm head of
his penis press against her clit.  It was gone in an instant, but the bolt
of electricity had left a strong echo through her body.  She found the
position again and was able to exploit it.  She rocked back and forth
quickly while her husband gave short, sharp thrusts.  It sent her soaring,
feeling the conflicting sensations of hard and soft against her most
sensitive spot, over and over and over.  Normally her climaxes were hard to
achieve, but the day-long anticipation had whetted her appetite and made
her body ravenous for this pleasure she was feeling now.  Her whispered
moans came quicker, and in just a few seconds, she was devoured by the
shockwave of her orgasm.

   Her husband smiled up at her in the darkness of their bedroom as she
shivered and trembled.  He slipped a hand around the back of her neck and
pulled her down for a long, slow, passionate kiss.  As his tongue slipped
into her mouth, he tilted his hips back, then forward.  They shared a moan
as he entered her.  Her slick channel allowed him to fill her with a single
stroke.

   He flexed his impossibly hard organ inside her, eliciting even more
moans from her exhausted body.  He wasn't exceptionally big, but he was
long and thick enough to fill her completely.

   When he began thrusting into her, her arousal grew, much to the chagrin
of her exhausted body.  It never ceased to amaze her how he could keep up
such a frantic rhythm for so long, but she didn't bother questioning it. 
It felt amazing to have him driving into her so rapidly; that's what
mattered.

   After a long moment, he relented with a sigh of exasperation.  This
position wasn't doing it for him.  With a hungry kiss, she leaned down and
rolled him on top of her.  Now with a slightly different angle, he was able
to reach a little deeper with each thrust.  He moaned as he lifted her legs
and leaned into her exposed body.  The effect manifested immediately.  Her
husband drove into her viciously, more rapidly and desperately than before,
and before long his breathing was coming in short, quick gasps, then
stopped altogether.

   Her body rocked violently on the bed as he pistoned wildly, using most
of the weight of his body.  A moment later the thrusts came even faster,
then slowed as he erupted inside her.  The warmth of his seed filled her,
and with a final thrust, he relaxed atop her.

   It wasn't long before sleep claimed them, still locked in that most
primal of embraces, a smile on each of their lips.