It must be the juxtaposition

We come back to the bedroom in the morning after going pee. River has her robe on, lying on the bed with her knees up. She looks inviting. It’s unintentional, I’m sure, but inviting nonetheless.

A night or so back I was showing her some pictures I’d taken of her. “That looks inviting. If I were a guy I’d want to do something with that.” “I’m a guy. I want to do something with that.” Not tonight, she said. I don’t think she would have ended up minding if I had, but I agreed for once. Some other night.

Back to morning. I’ve never been one for robes. I just don’t get them. I’m naked. And she’s inviting. I part her legs, move her robe out of the way, get into position. My cock dangles against the tickly stimulating fuzz of her vulva, rubbing up and down, wishing it were hard. I want to fuck. But it’s going to take more than that. Stupid ED.

We talk while I stroke myself and gradually become erect. Rub my cock between her lips. Push in. And we fuck. Well, not quite yet. Once again she’s got to reach down and spread her labia out of the way. She never used to have to do that. I’m losing my touch. Or maybe I’m not getting hard enough to penetrate through obstacles anymore. Or maybe I just like how she opens herself to me. I do love her labia. Now we’re fucking.

It’s a nice fancy hug fuck, me holding her face in my hands, saying I love you, and getting some hard banging action, but I don’t feel a finish any time soon. I sit up, trying to work up the willpower to pull out, but I can’t, and we fuck with my knees spread and her legs held together in front of me. Now we’re really going. Hitting her g-spot in this position. “If that feels as good to you as it does to me, you’re going to finish.” She’s right. It’s good, hitting the stimulating terrain of her g-spot. But it’s still taking a while, and before I finish I tire and need a break. We’ll finish later.

I like how every time is different. I especially like the lead up. Today I like the short and sweet spontaneity of the lead up, the giving in to the inevitable. And I like what happens after we fuck.

The kids aren’t up yet. River goes to the kitchen to make her coffee. Since I didn’t come, there isn’t even any drippage for her to deal with. I pull on some boxers and hang out with her. It’s really early, but I’d feel bad going back to bed after fucking her, when she has to get up.

As I walk into the kitchen I feel my cock tumble out of the fly in my boxers. My cock, or, as I often like to call it, my silly penis thing. There it is. Hanging out with River and me. River doesn’t ever notice when my pants are unzipped, but at least she notices when my cock is spilling from my boxers. We both like silly.

I untie the belt of her robe to reveal 100% girl. We hug. My reaction is visible. She goes about her business.

I grab a camera. Come up behind her. Slip the robe off her shoulders and let it fall. Snap some pictures of her ass as she stands at the sink. Why is the kitchen such a sexy place to be naked?

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