Friday night in our quiet living room. Finally free from the office grind. Maude’s text hits: boss called a late meeting. Third time this month. I handle dinner, bath, bedtime for our son alone. Grumble back: ‘OK, but make it up to me.’ She promises. Months of calm since the baby and her return to work. Kid’s asleep. I nuke a quick meal. Pour a glass of top-shelf whisky. It burns smooth. Eyelids heavy. Door creaks open. I feign sleep, eyes half-shut, pissed. Parquet groans under footsteps. She’s close. I snap eyes open to scold: ‘This hour you…’ Words die. She’s bare except garter belt and stockings. Skin glowing. Heart slams. Cock twitches hard in my pants. ‘Cat got your tongue?’ she purrs. Erection strains fabric. She kneels. Zips me open. Frees my throbbing cock, rigid like ages ago. Her hands stroke firm, slow. Mine roam her tits, ass, silk-clad thighs. Heat radiates. Pulse races. She rises, kisses deep. Whispers hot: ‘Fuck me.’ We strip frantic. Sneak to bedroom, kid undisturbed. On the bed, I slide between her stockinged legs. Lips on her neck, back, ass—my weakness. Hands knead firm cheeks. Her hips buck, pussy dripping, seeking me. I flip us. She’s on top. Guides my cock to her slick folds. One thrust up, I’m buried deep. She soaks me. Slow grinds. Tongues tangle. Hands grip her ass, pulling harder. Pace quickens. Breaths ragged. Heart pounds wild. Sweat slicks skin. Thrusts savage. She clenches, cums hard with me. Seed floods her. We collapse, fused, hearts thundering. Drift off entwined.
Saturday morning. Heavy sleeper, me. Wake bound—wrists, ankles to bedposts. Groggy. Eyes adjust. No Maude. Memories flood: last night’s fire. Cock stirs stiff. Door swings. She’s naked, curves lit by curtain light. ‘Finally awake?’ No words allowed. She eyes my raging hard-on. ‘Your cock speaks.’ Crawls between legs. Teases shaft, balls heavy. I’m seconds from burst. ‘Easy, impatient. Earn it.’ Straddles face. Pussy hovers, wet, musky. Tongue dives in. Lick lips, clit swollen. She grinds down. Nose buried in her heat. Breathe her scent. Tongue flicks fast. Hips buck. Moans build. She grabs head, mashes pussy on mouth. Cums shuddering, juices flood. I’m aching. She slides down. ‘Good boy. Reward time.’ Grips cock, strokes deliberate. Edges me. Mounts hips. Slots me in her tight, cum-slick pussy. Rides slow. Lips trail chest, nipples. Clench builds. Pace frenzied. She gasps into kiss. I erupt, filling her again. Pulse slows. Skin fever-hot. We melt together, spent, alive.