Kay has had Enough Ch. 01

Kay put down her tablet and lay for moment in the dark, a little embarrassed to be so titillated from the surprisingly erotic sex scene in the novel she'd been reading. The book wasn't one of those "romance novels" that are basically soft-core porn for middle aged women — though she wasn't above indulging in that genre from time to time — so it had snuck up on her. And now her heart was, well, maybe not racing, but certainly not beating at a sleepy rhythm.

A glance over at the clock — almost midnight. She had work in the morning. If she didn't go to sleep now, that 6:30 alarm would be painful.

But fuck was she aroused.

She stared up at the ceiling. Sleep or orgasm? Two primal impulses struggled for dominance inside her reptilian brain, neither willing to yield.

After a couple of restless minutes of indecision, she sighed and rolled onto her side, ordering her body to relax and her libido to power down. She'd thank herself in the morning for this.

But as she finally began to relax, a question drifted into her consciousness, When was the last I got off?

She had to think about it. Has it been a week? Two? Longer??

Her eyes popped open. How long HAD it been?

Hmmm. She'd worked from home that morning a while back and had a quick Hitachi session before she showered and got dressed for the office. That was just a last week, wasn't it?

Shit. That was almost three weeks ago.

And she definitely hadn't had sex with her husband since then.

A month without sex was old-married-couple territory in Kay's mind, and this was getting dangerously close. At 46, she was too young to move into sexual retirement, dammit.

"You're gonna cum tonight, Kay," she whispered to herself. "One way or another."

Looking to her right, she wondered whether her husband would be up for it. She could hear him breathing regularly, already asleep (like most nights). But after almost 25 years of marriage, she had a few tricks up her sleeve. She knew if she slid her ass back into Ryon, just barely making contact with his crotch, the gentle friction of a few small wiggles would sometimes arouse (and rouse) him. And he'd be at her mercy after that, no matter how deeply he'd been sleeping. Men were so basic.

Careful not to shake the bed too much, she spooned back into him very carefully, and then held perfectly still. After ten seconds or so, a slight arch of her hips pressed her bottom a little more tightly against his midsection. A few beats later, like the sun rising in the east, there it was. A small, insistent point of pressure presented itself to her posterior.

She smiled. I know you too well, Ryon.

Now began a familiar dance, as their bodies slowly exchanged flirtations to negotiate an agreement about how they would proceed. His arm placed gently on her hip. A clasp of hands, with a series of almost-imperceptible squeezes back and forth. A slight shift of a leg to create more contact. Words were never actually spoken during this ritual, but with each subtle movement and response, the two communicated their intentions as clearly as any letter ever written.

This silent exchange could sometimes go on for ten minutes or more, heightening the anticipation for both of them. And most nights, she loved that slow-building foreplay. But tonight she wasn't interested in a lengthy courtship. She was already horny. She needed to skip the appetizer and move right to the main course.

Abruptly she sat up, pulling her pajama top over her head, followed quickly by her bottoms. As always, he lay still, waiting for her to make a move. Suppressing a slight irritation at his predictable lack of initiative, she leaned back over toward him and began tugging down his underwear, which he assisted only by raising himself onto his elbows. Throwing off the blankets, they were now both naked, lying on their sides facing one another. Her heart was beating fast now, skin tingling, senses heightened. Arousal climbing up from that spot somewhere deep beneath her stomach.

God, she always forgot how much she loved this feeling, which after decades of sharing a bed with the same man didn't happen as often as it used to. But didn't they say women hit their sexual prime in their forties? Checks out, she thought. She was hornier than any teenager.

Without warning, however, he rolled away from her and began to climb out of bed. She knew what he was doing, but something inside her was pissed that he would immediately turn away from her willing, naked body. So she grabbed him and pulled him back down onto the bed.

"The door is open," he whispered.

"So what?"

"Sally is..."

"Asleep. Forget the kid. I need you to fuck me."

It was too dark in the room to see his face, but she could feel the surprise in his body. She had shocked him. Even though she was almost always the more aggressive partner sexually (at least these days), that sort of dirty pillow-talk wasn't really her style. Moreover, they were always super careful to maintain privacy when their kids were nearby. A clear signal that this wasn't going to be a typical night.

Her assertive turn sent an erotic thrill through him, she could tell. And it turned her on too.

Jesus, she thought. What has gotten into me?

Now his hand groped toward her, finding a breast and squeezing. As his fingers found her nipple, she moaned audibly, again surprising him.

"Wow," he whispered. "You are really crazy tonight."

For some reason, the inane comment threatened to pull her out of the moment, out of her simmering body.

"Shut up," she told him bluntly, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it down into her breasts. If he was bothered by this, he didn't show it as he immediately latched on to the erect nipple of her right breast, sending a current racing through her entire body.

This. THIS was what she needed. The pleasure of an eager partner focusing his desire entirely on her body. At once she felt both intense satisfaction at getting exactly what she wanted, and a deep well of hunger that seemed so vast as to be insatiable.

As he ran his hands over her body, Ryon's suckling intensified, slowly approaching a point of mild pain. But just when she was about to say something, his hand slid down her stomach and cupped her pussy. Again, stars flashed around her and the waves of pleasure radiating from her breast was dwarfed by a tidal wave of raw energy emanating from between her legs.

She gasped aloud, now completely forgetting the open bedroom door. Or maybe just in a place where she didn't care anymore.

At that moment, he released her breast and began kissing down her stomach and onto the tops of her thighs.

One thing she knew for sure after all these years — she married a man who loved to eat pussy. Early on as newlyweds, it had made her a little uncomfortable; she was shy about letting him taste her. But she got over that pretty quickly. He couldn't get enough of it, and nowadays neither could she. Spreading her legs for his tongue was a staple of their lovemaking now. She could hardly remember the last time they were intimate and he didn't almost immediately go down on her.

As he leaned down over her body, she felt his breath lightly on her folds - a pregnant pause before first contact that never failed to get her juices flowing. Something about the gentle caress of his breath across her lips made her libido spike. Even more than the sensation itself, it was the longing, primal sounds emanating from the man between her thighs that sent into a frenzy of anticipation.

Tonight she was already wet and ready. She knew she would likely cum quickly and easily. He must have sensed her readiness as well (or he just couldn't control himself either) because without much warning his tongue landed right on her clit, spreading the lips and diving straight down into her pussy. She convulsed off the bed, nearly knocking him off balance. But he was persistent, getting up on to his knees and using both hands to spread her wide open. Then he dove right back in and focused his efforts directly onto her clit.

Right away she could feel the stirrings of the orgasm she so desperately sought. A big one too, gathering energy and growing deep inside her. If she could be patient, and he kept up his steady efforts without disrupting this thing, it was going to be a doozy.

"Fuuuck," she moaned.

He responded by picking up the pace ever so slightly. She reached out and grabbed his arm, squeezing it to encourage him.

Yes, she thought. He's up for the challenge tonight too.

Kay was never one of those women who just lie back passively during sex. Nope. She wanted her hands on the man fucking her - to give pleasure as well as receive. If she were honest with herself, the feel of a man's cock in her hands (or in her mouth) was a huge fucking turn on, which would have shocked her 22 year old self, who only granted her husband a blowjob on rare, special occasions.

Almost without thinking, her hand slid under Ryon's body seeking his member. She wanted tactile proof that he was as turned on as she was. And as soon as she found what she was looking for, she wrapped her fingers around it and began to squeeze and stroke it.

Ryon's dick was the only one Kay had ever touched, so she didn't really have a point of comparison, but she always had a suspicion — which she would never, ever voice to him, and barely admitted to herself— that he was a little on the small side. Not tiny, like a micropenis. Just average in that department. Modest.

Problem was, Kay was NOT in a modest headspace at the moment, so the feel of it in her hand seemed, well, insubstantial. Small. Which frankly kind of frustrated her pursuit of the fuck-to-end-all-fucks on this night.

But what are you gonna do? It is what it is, she thought, forcing herself back into the groove.

Just then, her husband shifted away slightly and his dick slipped right out of her hand. He didn't stop licking though, and she didn't lose her focus. She was more determined than ever to land this monster orgasm she had on the line. And by god she could feel it getting close.

Her other hand slipped down to the top of his head, a universal sign for "don't you dare stop what you're doing." Not that Ryon needed instructions. He was on fire, patiently working the wide part of his tongue in a steady motion over her throbbing clit.

In her mind she thought, Come to me, you big, beautiful climax. But the only words that came out of her mouth were, "fuck, fuck, fuu-uuck."

She was getting close now. Reaching out again she grabbed his balls and gently squeezed. It felt good to have them firmly in her hand, like she owned them. She squeezed again, sliding up and grabbing his cock, which was so hard it was throbbing.

His tongue suddenly faltered. Her body and brain balked in unison, unsure what the hell was happening.

Then she realized: Ryon's dick actually WAS throbbing. She felt warm liquid pump through her fingers and splash onto her side, dribbling down to the sheets.

"Aaahhh. What the fuck, Ryon?" she moaned. "I barely even touched you."

He immediately resumed his oral services, but the momentum was slipping away from her. And that was a big nope. Not tonight.

She shoved him off and he collapsed onto his back beside her, looking a little stunned — at his own performance or at her angry response, she couldn't tell which. And didn't care. She was pissed at this premature finish to her evening for sure, but her frustration in the bedroom had been building long before this pathetic display.

She bit her tongue and paused for a long beat. She knew she was treading on sensitive turf here, the fragile male ego, but in her current mental state, she was ready to finally tell some hard truths. In a stern whisper, she let loose.

"What WAS that? You know I'm just about to cum and you can't hold off one fucking minute for me to finish? I mean, Jesus, you have the stamina of a teenage boy."

She paused again. Was she really going to do this? Fuck it. Yes she was. If he could spray his jizz all over her without any restraint, why should she show him any?

"I'm already making due with a ...well, an average sized dick. Which is fine. You know I don't care about that. But I do like to, you know, have some pleasure myself before you pack it in for the night. And apparently now I can't even count on you to eat me out before you spurt all over the bed.

Well, tonight I'm finishing without you. Get me my vibrator."

In shocked silence, he compliantly leaned over the side of their bed and pulled out the old Hitachi wand that had been her go-to for years. Handing it to her, he withdrew back to his side of the bed to see what happened next.

"Yuck, it's a sticky mess over here thanks to you."

She rose up onto her knees placed her hand beside him and lifted her leg over, straddling him across the chest.

"You just lay there and watch me," she said, planting her soaking wet pussy just inches from his gaping face. Before he could say anything, the Hitachi buzzed to life and she pressed it to her crotch.

God, she thought, that felt good. Exhilarating. Just letting all her frustration out. And now feeling her husband pinned helpless underneath her, mutely watching as she took her pleasure, well, it did the trick. In no time, she was back in the zone, grinding away on his chest.

A moment later, she felt a tentative hand on her breast, followed quickly by another, squeezing and kneading her. She almost slapped them away, but stopped short. Looking down into his face, she expected to see embarrassment and shame, but instead he was gazing up at her with a look of animal lust.

He was getting off watching her cum, which sent a thrill through her. And she did not disappoint — moaning louder and thrusting harder against him with her hips. The thought sprung into her mind: she was going to fuck , if he couldn't fuck her. And that thought was the key that unlocked several waves of powerful orgasms, causing her to lean back and arch her back in pure unselfconscious pleasure.

"Fuuu-uuuckkk," she moaned, reaching a hand behind her onto his leg to balance herself. She rode the orgasm for what felt like thirty seconds, keeping the wand pressed against her clit until the pleasure/pain was too much. Then she switched it off, but couldn't find the strength to move it away.

She stayed on top of him for perhaps full minute more before rolling off and flopping onto the bed beside him. She lay still there for several minutes longer, relishing the post-climax buzz slowly leaking out of her body.

Presently, as her senses returned, she became aware that he was lying still, staring at her with something like awe. And to her genuine surprise, she saw that his dick was standing straight up, hard as it had been a few moments ago before he spewed in her hand.

She laughed. Partly in relief, to see he wasn't completely humiliated by her outburst. But mostly at the irony. A man who couldn't stay hard when she was begging him for it, but turned into a fucking rock after she was satisfied. This was her life.

As she was giggling, she realized: she loved this man, inadequacies and all. And now that she was thinking with her head again (and not her nether regions), she felt a flash of pity for him. He was clearly — clearly — still attracted to her sexually. No small accomplishment after all these years of monogamy. And he obviously still wanted desperately to satisfy her desires. Also nothing to take for granted in a long term partner.

But now that she had put it all out there, she also knew clearly that she didn't want to take it back. She meant every word she had said, even if it was a little harsh. She needed — no, she deserved — a satisfying fuck every now and then. And he needed to hear that.

Rolling over, she wrapped her arms around him in a tender embrace.

"I love my little man," she whispered in his ear.

He responded with a meek I-love-you-too, but she also registered another response. His dick was poking into her thigh insistently. She laughed affectionately.

Stroking his hair softly with one hand, she snaked the other down in between their bodies and grasped his straining member, still slick with his own juices.

"You know, you don't deserve this, right?"

A sudden intake of breath, followed by a small nod of agreement.

"You know I have needs that can't be met with your... high-school efforts, right?"

Again, a nod.

"Well, we will have to figure something out in the morning. But I'm not going to make you go to sleep like this. Even though I should."

And with that she began a gentle, light tugging, which brought an almost imperceptible whimper from him.

He is a little humiliated, she thought to herself.

Good.

After less than a minute, she began to hear his breathing change. And something else was happening. He was nuzzling up against her breasts, trying to latch on to her again. She decided to let him; it was so tender. Leaning back a little gave him the angle he needed, and he tentatively took her nipple into his mouth and began a slow, rhythmic suckling.

This surprising intimacy stirred something in her. A sense of power over him, but also all mixed up with a feral desire. This wasn't the overpowering lust she'd felt earlier, but there was no denying the erotic charge the suckling combined with the handjob was giving her.

Before she could parse it further, though, for the second time that evening she felt him spill his seed into her hand.

An encore performance from her little minute man.

Oh yes, we must figure out what to do about this tomorrow, she thought to herself.