#633) This Morning’s Sex

(This is a stand-alone piece, but is also the continuation of my “Bathtime…” post #630.)

I love making love in the morning. It’s overlaid with the gauzy sheet of sleep; it can jump start our consciousnesses into wakefulness. Usually, it’s just a simple matter of Robert’s hand reaching over to find my bottom. Once he finds it, a playful spanking sets the scene for our coitus. Sometimes I’ll ritualize it, come over to his side of the bed, present my bottom with the words, “I’m ready for my spanking, sir…” and he’ll take me over his lap on the bed.

But today we didn’t do any of that. We’re both conscious of not wanting things to become rote and routine between us. Because it’s Saturday, we can do it anytime we want, all day if we want… So I was in the bathroom when he came in to shave. I got over the embarrassment of being walked-in on while tinkling without voicing my objections to this minor invasion of privacy. I’ve said things about that before and it hasn’t done any good… I just sat there on the commode and watched my naked lover. He’s well-built, muscles cut, fit but trim with a cute, tight bum, six foot, full head of brown hair, mustached. My eyes naturally gravitated to his penis, my happiness, at my eye-level. (Thanks for that play on words to the movie, “Last Tango in Paris.”) Circumcised, a little bigger than average, but with the marvelous ability to withhold cumming, an all day sucker. Suddenly I was hungry for the morning sex we’d skipped over. I thought about just dropping to my knees and sucking him into erection. I thought about grabbing it like a handle and leading him to the shower. These thoughts, along with the spectacular view got me wet, but didn’t feel “right” for the moment. Instead, I crawled into the empty Jacuzzi tub, and leaning on the far edge, offering my backside toward him, I parted my thighs and sex and butt cheeks with both hands.

“Darling, I’m wet… We don’t need any more water in here than that… Why don’t you join me in here so we can fuck in a dry bathtub for a change…?”

It sounded just novel enough to intrigue my lover. He threw the hot washcloth down that he’d been steaming his bristly face with, and clamored in behind me in the tub. We kissed. He massaged my ass roughly. SMACK! SMACK! Two spanks and he was hard and sliding his nuclear missile into my secret silo. It was painful on our knees kneeling on the hard empty tub, so I reached over and turned the knobs to start drawing a hot bath. Meanwhile, Robert turned my knobs, first my boobies, then my clit, as he hammered into my sex from behind. It was good and getting better, but apparently not good enough for my lover. I saw him reach for the tube of lubricant we keep at tub-side for just such circumstances. He parted me and started fingering mass quantities of lube up my butt.

“Okay, I guess we’re doing it there…” I said, not minding at all about the change of venue. I grabbed the handheld nozzle and sprayed my butt crack with a spritz of water to aid the lube in its job. I playfully sprayed Robert in the face, too. He pulled out of one tight spot and slowly, surely inserted himself in my tighter one. “Oh… that’s… um, so… fucking… good!” I smiled back at my handsome, virile, attentive, slightly uncouth man. He smiled back at me, then started spanking the ass he was fucking so expertly. “Oh, yes!” I encouraged.

Morning sex, slightly different than we’d ever done it, but with common threads, making a new tapestry. Bathroom sex, making the fabric we are weaving steamy and soaking wet. Saturday sex, sex that could take as long as we wanted to loom. Butt sex, Tabasco sauce on the kinky relationship we cherish, transforming the vanilla into the spicy, its warp and weft so fucking tight!

2 responses to “#633) This Morning’s Sex”

  1. Variety is the spice of sex.. er I meant life.
    The changes make it so fresh and rarely stale or mundane.
    It might be interesting sometime to tell him before foreplay gets started that he is not to so much as touch your bottom. Stay serious about until you see his face drop and you inform him you were just playing.( Then brace yourself for the spanking of the week)
    You might have trouble keeping a straight face šŸ˜‚
    As usual a great post Thanx bunches!!

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    • Now WHY would I say something to him that would penalize me more than him? I LOVE my butt fondled, fingered, spanked, kissed, french kissed in the morning (or anytime) too much to be so foolish as to say “no.” (And a “no” would earn me a sound thrashing for violating the laws of nature, the rules of my Top, my own self[ish]-interest!) Thanks, anyway!
      Warmly (like his hot breath up my butt crack at dawn),
      Jean Marie

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