There was no art to what he was doing. It was enough for him to possess her. He was taking her from position she wouldn’t usually allow and it felt damn good. She hadn’t let him do this for the past three or four years. Tonight was his though. He found he cared little for her feelings on the matter at this moment.
Peggy let her upper body slump to the surface of the bed; her head rested on her forearms while she pushed her ass higher into the air. Kyle recognized her surrender and released his grip on her hips. He slipped one hand underneath her body and searched for an opening to slide a finger into the top of her slit. When she realized what he was doing, Peggy eased her body to one side, sliding her knee back a bit so Kyle could get to her clitty.
They went on this way for a time, Kyle ramming strongly into his wife’s cunt while she lay quiescent. Early in their marriage, Peggy would have stayed on all fours so she could thrust back at her husband as strongly as he drove into her. Kyle waited for her to get into the sex; he wanted her to whip her hips around in the tight circles he remembered so well. He wanted her to push back at him as hard as he was ramming his cock into her.
After a while, he saw that she would not. She lay there, accepting but not participating. He pounded into her, retrieving his hand and using it to steady his wife’s ass.
After a while, he was beginning to cum hard inside her pussy. He could feel her cunt clamping down on him; he knew she was cumming too. He fucked her faster. He could feel his climax building but his body seemed to be slow to embrace it, almost reluctant to allow it to come to completion.
He worked harder; he panted as he shoved his cock into his wife faster and faster, almost desperate to get off. He feared his erection wouldn’t last but he had no idea where that thought had come from. He ruthlessly suppressed it. It was a self-fulfilling menace and he did not want to deal with it tonight.
Finally, he felt the hot upwelling of cum from his scrotum. Seconds later, he felt the relief of his semen spewing from the head of his cock inside the woman he was fucking. He pumped another jet inside her; his hips jerked spasmodically but there was no discharge. A final probing of his cock deeper inside her…and he was done.
Gasping for air, he pulled out of Peggy’s gaping pussy and fell to a seat beside her. She had come too, not as intense an orgasm as Kyle usually brought to her but still a pleasant enough experience. She rolled over on her back and half-resentfully watched her husband sit on the edge of the bed while they both recovered.
“You sure had to work hard for that one,” she remarked. She saw her husband stiffen. He started to speak, but held back. He struggled with himself for a long moment.
“Yeah,” he said at length, “it helps if there are two people having sex, you know. It’s not so easy when there’s only one.” Peggy was instantly irate.
“What the hell do you mean by that?” she demanded.
Kyle wasn’t listening. He bent forward to pick up his pajama bottoms and walked into the connecting bathroom. A milestone in their marriage had been passed and, while he was also angry, he felt the sadness of having lost something that could never return.