It had been a while and we had a plan to do it in the afternoon. I wasn’t sure it was going to happen but River let me help set priorities and we had a nice time before dinner while the kids were doing … something.
River did her usual nice job of getting me hard while I felt her unusually wet pussy. Which isn’t to say it’s not normally wet, she’s usually quite nicely lubricated, with different feels for different times of the month.
We had a nice fuck while talking about this and that, which is one of my favorite things to do, and flipping through several variations of her on her back and me on my side and our legs in creative places.
I wasn’t sure I was going to come until I angled for her g-spot and suddenly there was the friction I needed, and I could tell by the sounds she was making that I’d found something good for her, too. Either that or she was just faking it so I’d hurry up and come, but I believe her when she says she can’t fake it, and has no idea what she sounds like while we’re fucking.
When I came she just fucked me right through it so I didn’t stop either, we just kept fucking and talking until eventually I got soft (maybe it’s a good thing I get soft or I might never stop) and we did our traditional t-shirt wipe-up and had meatloaf for dinner.
(That was a strange experiment in past tense for me. I usually write in what I call “immediate tense” because it’s so immediate — more present than present tense.)
River is wearing her cute butt jeans. Levi’s 505s. They’re all worn in, stretched out, and painted on. And her butt is in them. They definitely give me what we call a “reaction”. Or rather, River gives me the reaction. Every time she wears them, the conversation goes something like this. “Your butt sure looks cute in those jeans.” “That’s surprising. These are my most worn out, baggy, comfy jeans.” “That’s why you look so cute.”
We celebrated River’s birthday recently, and of course we took advantage of our “last chance to fuck me before I’m a year older” tradition. Birthday morning I was feeling her boobs and had a sudden realization. “Your boobs aren’t as old as you are.” “You’re right. I sprouted kind of late. My boobs are probably only 30 years old.” “Mmm, 30-year old boobs.” “I like the way you say that.”
Our friends are always asking why River and I have such great sex and they don’t. It’s because we’ve got this squeezebox radio in the bedroom that plays gazillions of internet radio stations. We’ve also got a squeezebox duet for our stereo. It’s pretty much all we ever play, aside from some vinyl.
Our favorite music to fuck to is this:
It’s like having our own modern electroporn soundtrack.
The squeezeboxes also play Pandora stations, and our second favorite is classical guitar, in particular a station set up with Pepe Romero. I’ve had a Pandora membership for years because they’re so cool. It has nothing to do with them having my band’s music on their service. Really.
And just so you know, we don’t have a TV in our bedroom, and never have, and never will. Just the occasional iPad.
“I don’t have to shower. I’m beautiful!” “That’s what I tell you all the time. Hi, beautiful.” She’s seen that so often she can read my lips. Or maye she’s reading my face. Or my mind.
She’s scampering all over the house. Naked. Except for her glasses. That just emphasizes the point. All the windows are bare and she doesn’t care. I’m turned on. She’s dusting. I catch glimpses of her vulva as she bends over. Did I mention I’m turned on? “You don’t even need one of those French maid outfits.” “Nope. Gilding the lily.” “I’ll gild your lily.”
The squeezebox turns on as she dusts it. Our favorite music to fuck to. “I’ve got this theory that you’re trying to get me to clean our new closet so we have enough room.” “I never thought of that. But it’s cute.”
Here’s us at bedtime: “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “Sweet dreams.” “Sweet dreams.” “I want to dream about you.” “I’ll try to be good.” “You don’t have to be.”
Last night I actually did dream about River. She was blowjob-giving, no-panty-wearing, letting-me-finger-her-in-public River. I’d say that was pretty good. We have a nice “fancy hug” fuck in the morning and I tell her about my dream. “You dreamed about my sister.”