I couldn't actually remember the last time I'd had her. I knew it was months ago. Could it have been a year? Once upon a time I would have known. It would have been eating away at me and I would have been counting the weeks, the months.
But since I had taken her comments about 'finding it elsewhere' at face value, whether she actually meant them or not, I had stopped being bothered. Yes, of course, I still wanted to have sex with her but, being honest, I was more than satisfied with what I was having elsewhere, both the amount and the nature of it.
True, I had wanted to bring her into the Hotwife lifestyle. But that wasn't so I could have more sex with her, per se. I was doing that because I wanted to have a certain kind of sex with her. Reclaim sex, which I thought would be amazingly hot and erotic.
I had also been doing it because I had thought that she might come out of her shell a bit, and I would get more sex, and better sex, off the back of that too. But that would mainly have come through her wanting to bring others into our play, especially other women. Or maybe through club visits.
But even after she had ruled that out, I was still happy to continue with my project, partly because the Hotwife reclaim element was still there. And partly because I could now see more of Chloe, and Beth and others, and do more with them, like having FFM or going to clubs or parties. Even just staying over more with Chloe would be good and it would mean no more sneaking around, trying to snatch a couple of hours as and when we could.
So things were good. And hopefully things were about to get even better. And hardly any of it related to actually fucking my wife.
But here she was now, for the first time in ages, wanting it. And it was more than obvious that she was already a different creature from the last time we had done it, in what could only be described as a perfunctory manner.
Then, there had almost been a sense that it was just something she felt obliged to do once in a while. An occasional, very occasional, interruption to her bedtime routine. She wasn't exactly cold, but she wasn't about to suggest anything above and beyond the basics needed for her to cum, once, and hope that I would follow quickly after.
Now, I could see lust wrought right through her. She wanted to be taken, hard. She didn't want me to make love to her. She had said it plainly, she wanted to be fucked.
She bent her right leg and pushed it up against the back of the sofa. Her left, also bent, was planted firmly on the floor, so that she would have some purchase and would be able to push back against me.
Looking at her lying there, running a finger up and down her wet slit, getting it ready for me, she looked amazing. All thoughts of Chloe, Beth, Karen and others banished. This was my wife and I wanted to have her.
In a way, what followed was like a kind of reclaim sex, not just reclaiming her from one shag, one encounter, but from all the thoughts and discussions of the past couple of weeks, culminating with her shagging Karen, me giving her the green light to see other people and now, tonight, her preparing to put herself on display for other men to come and fuck her.
What we did that evening, brief as it turned out to be, was effectively to reset everything, ready for her to begin her adventures. This was to be our baseline. It would all start properly now, with me fucking her, to put my mark on her. And it would all end, one day, somewhere down the line, with me fucking her again, to take her back for good. And in between, there would be many other times like this, other resets. Usually straight after her being fucked by another guy, when I would be making it clear to her that, ultimately, she was mine.
I knelt by the sofa and prepared to go down on her, but she put a hand on my forehead to stop me.
"No" she said "I'm ready."
I stood and dropped my trousers and took down my trunks, stepping out of them both. I climbed onto the sofa, placing my left arm by her head, my right on the back of the sofa, so that I was raised above her, rather than lying on top of her, because I knew how she was going to want it.
"Fuck me hard" she said "I'm so fucking horny. I want you in me. I want to feel you cumming in me"
I slid my cock straight into her, quickly, the whole length the first time. She grabbed my buttocks and gasped "God yes, that feels good."
She tried to pull my groin down into hers, to make me fuck her harder.
"ah... yes" she breathed it more than said it.
Everything from the past couple of weeks was built up inside me, waiting to explode. I was horny as hell and I took her how she wanted me to.
The thought flashed across my mind that I should lift her legs up, to expose her bum hole, like Karen had done. I was dying to have her arse. But we didn't have lube to hand. So it wasn't an option. But just the thought, and the image that it brought, of my wife like this, beneath Karen as she drove the strap-on up her butt, was enough.
I came quickly and noisily. Crying out, which is not usually my thing, but the intensity of it and the feeling of my spunk spurting deep into her was too much to contain.
"Fuck" I said, when I finally came back down, "That was good"
She let go of my bum and took my face in her hands.
"mmmm yeah... I couldn't wait" she said, "I really needed a cock inside me after talking about all that."
I grinned at her, "And you mean 'A cock' don't you, not just mine." I paused to look at her, to look for her answer. I found it in slightest trace of a smile that crossed her lips before she rubbed it out by brushing her tongue against her top lip.
I grinned again "You're turning into a proper filthy bitch aren't you... I love it! " I lowered myself to kiss her hungrily. "If that's what the thought of fucking other men does to you, then you'd better start actually doing it, so I can fuck you like that more often"
"Don't worry" she flashed her eyes at me "I intend to..."
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