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With those two stressors behind them, she thought it was time to deal with their relationship, and she suspected she would have to be the person to make the first move. Darren wasn’t the type to do that. Anyway, he was still grieving. Stacey could handle this responsibility.
She took the initiative on a particularly good day. They’d mostly gone about their routine but had shared a few laughs. Darren didn’t look quite as consumed with his grief as he had recently. Darren had sat down on the couch to watch TV, but it was a sitcom Stacey knew he’d watched before, so she didn’t feel bad interrupting him. She sat down next to him.
“I think we need to talk. About us,” Stacey started softly. She paused, giving Darren time to process. When Stacey looked up, Darren was looking at her.
“Yeah. I’m not surprised. I knew this was coming.”
“It’s not bad. It’s just that we’ve been so busy and stressed these last few months that we haven’t made any time for us. I want to make sure we’re proactive about doing that so we can regain that closeness we always shared.” Stacey reached out to touch Darren’s hand. He looked visibly relieved. She briefly wondered if he thought she was going to suggest divorce.
“I want that too,” Darren said finally. “It’s just all been so much, so hard.”
“I know. But hopefully, we’re past that and we can move on, you know?”
Darren nodded. “So, what now?”
“I was thinking we could start with a date night. Maybe twice a month? Catch a movie, dinner, en escape room. I don’t really care. I just want us to spend time together again, to regain some of that intimacy.”
“I think that sounds great. Hey, we never did try that ‘new’ Italian place, did we?”
Stacey shook her head to indicate they hadn’t. She recalled Darren reading something to her from his phone about it, but that was months ago before their lives had been turned upside down. They’d barely had a chance to eat since then, let alone go out for a meal.
“Speaking of intimacy,” Stacey proceeded with care, “I want to make sure we’re proactive about what we do in the bedroom, too.”
Darren looked a bit crestfallen. Stacey bed he felt guilty. They had always been consistent, if not creative lovers. After his mom had fallen ill, they had slowly stopped having sex. Now, they were lucky to do it twice a month. And when they did, it was so routine it was practically scripted. It was still nice, reassuring in its way, but it wasn’t getting the tension out the way that she – and Darren – needed.
“I think you’re right,” came Darren’s quiet reply. “I just didn’t have any energy for that, you know?”
“I know. And I’m not blaming you. I know I didn’t help either. I was so stressed about finding a new job. But I want to tackle these things now and not become that couple who, ten or twenty years down the road, don’t know each other anymore and can’t even remember when that happened.” She squeezed Darren’s hand. He returned the gesture.
“Why don’t we make a date of it on Friday, then? I’ll see if we need reservations at that restaurant, and we can go from there.”
“I’d like that.” Stacey smiled. It was, perhaps, the first genuine smile she’d had in some time. She leaned forward to kiss her husband.
As it turned out, the apprehension wasn’t even needed. Stacey dressed and did her makeup giddily on Friday after work. When Darren stepped into the bathroom, he gazed at her appreciatively and kissed her so deeply and for so long that she felt butterflies in her stomach. Stacey wanted to skip dinner altogether but knew the quality time would do them good.
And it did. They shared laughs, knowing looks, and appetizers. It reminded Stacey of when they first started dating. Stacey was relieved to just spend time talking to – and looking at – her husband. They’d been so preoccupied with his mother and her job frustrations that they had forgotten to think or even think about anything else. Stacey hoped that this was firmly behind them.
Without those things to discuss, Stacey and Darren found themselves stumbling just a bit. What should they talk about? In that way, it was like they were young and dating again. But it wasn’t a bad thing. They worked through the awkwardness together. By the end of the night, they were holding hands and casting knowing glances.
Their emotional intimacy translated to physical intimacy. Darren held Stacey’s hand and squeezed her knee as they drove home. He kept her close with a hand on the small of her back as she unlocked their front door. And after she’d dropped the keys on the side table, Darren grabbed her and kissed her passionately. The kisses trailed down her neck as he wrapped an arm around his wife and unzipped her dress.
Stacey stepped out of the dress, just in her lingerie, and walked to the bedroom. Whether she wanted to entice her husband or was simply feeling desirable from his lust, she swayed her hips just a bit more than usual. Darren’s eyes followed his wife’s backside as she walked to the bedroom. He hastened to remove his shoes and tie and unbutton his shirt as he followed.
Once in the bedroom, Stacey climbed atop the bed and knelt with her knees wide. She motioned for Darren to join her, and he lay on his back, looking up at her. They each moved closer until Stacey was straddling her husband’s face. With one finger, she pushed her panties to the side. Darren bent his arms back and wrapped them around her thighs. Then, he went to town on her clit.
Stacey wiggled and groaned as her husband attended to her needs with a passion that had been sorely lacking in their relationship – and in the bedroom. She looked down his body to see that his cock was rock hard. He, too, must have been missing it. With her free hand, Stacey reached down to stroke his cock. It was too inviting not to. However, she soon found herself over taken with pleasure. Her manual ministrations fell to the wayside as her orgasm approached, and Stacey concentrated on grinding herself against her husband’s face, whether he could breathe or not.
The contractions of her pussy and warmth that spread throughout her body seemed to take a lifetime. In reality, it was just a few moments, and Stacey was lifting her leg to free her husband. Darren’s face glistened with her arousal and his saliva. It had been a messy job, but a job well done.
Darren leaned forward to kiss his wife, and she savored the taste of herself on him. After a quiet moment, Darren finally broke away to position his body. He sat up with legs crossed in front of him and reached for his wife, pulling her into his lap.
Husband and eye locked eyes and remained that way as his cock slid into her wanton pussy.
“God, I’ve missed you,” she gasped as Darren filled her up. She briefly touched her forehead to his.
“Not as much as I missed you.” As if you to prove his point, Darren placed his hands on her back just above her butt and scooted her closer. Stacey wrapped her legs around his waist and arms tightly around his shoulders. It was almost as those they were one person.
It was as though they were sharing the same air: when she breathed out, he breathed in. They easily found a rhythm that had been lacking for months.
With her husband filling her pussy, Stacey felt more full than she had in weeks. She felt whole, in fact, complete. She was overcome with emotion. Without realizing it, that emotion welled to the surface, and Stacey began to cry softly. She buried her head in her husband’s neck.
Darren spoke softly to his wife, soothing her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he kissed her hair. It seemed impossible, but he held her even tighter than before. But he knew he tears were those of overwhelming emotion and not necessarily sadness. Stacey didn’t want to stop, and Darren didn’t want to be anywhere else but inside his wife.
Stacey rotated and moved her hips slowly, and her husband did the same beneath her. This was no race. They weren’t focusing on the goal, just on being in the moment. As Stacey’s tears dried, she once more looked at her husband. They hadn’t connected like this in so long, and she only wanted to share her pleasure with him.
Seeing Stacey remove her arms from around his shoulders and instead placed her hands flat on the bed behind her to support herself, Darren loosed his grip on her back. This position gave him an amazing view of his wife’s breasts. It also separated their bodies just enough so that he could stimulate her clitoris. With one hand on her back, he reached between them to rub her most sensitive spot.
Stacey must have been thinking the same thing because she nearly cried out, “Yes, baby. Make me feel good the way only you can!”
Both of their movements sped up, now. Stacey positioned her feet on the bed behind her husband as leverage and began moving her hips more forcefully. Although Darren was focused on his wife’s response to his efforts, he attempted to match her increase in space.
Now that they both felt reassured of their connection and intimacy had been reestablished, they both focused their attention to sharing pleasure.
“I want you to come inside me. Fill me up, baby. I need to feel your cock squirting hot come in me, and I want to come as you do.”
Darren loved it when his wife talked dirty. It was one of the things that had seemingly flown out the window when they’d gotten stuck in their sexual rut. Hearing how turned on she was and what she wanted only spurred him on further. He grunted and increased the pace of his thrusts and his fingers working Stacey’s clit.
He knew exactly what she needed, and she knew he couldn’t help himself. A sweaty sheen had appeared on their bodies, and her long, dark hair had become plastered to the side of her face and her back. It had always thrilled Darren to see his wife so lacking in composure, letting herself be truly free. The moments were few and far between, and sex was one of them.
Darren felt encouraged to finally let the orgasm that had building inside of him go, keeping control of himself just enough that his fingers didn’t leave Stacey’s clit. His cock pulse inside of her, filling her pussy with his come. Almost in response, Stacey’s muscles were contracting rapidly. Sensing this, Darren removed his hand to avoid overstimulating his wife. She struggled to support herself as a second orgasm overtook her, and he once more grasped her body with both hands, pulling her closer as he did.
The sounds of their pleasure filled the room. Neither cared how loud they were being. Stacey felt her husband’s breath hot against her neck as he groaned, and her own sounds of ecstasy were nearly screams. Without realizing it, she had scratched her nails down her husband’s arm once she was fully supported by his embrace. The marks were already red and raised, surely a sign of passion and not the routine sex she had nearly come to loathe over the past months.
The couple stayed in that position for a few moments as their heart rates and breathing returned to normal, but Stacey knew they had found the intimacy she’d been craving. They wouldn’t soon be returning to that routine.
Article source: https://eveies.ie/2020/01/17/intimacy-erotica/
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