Seven Days of Longing

The house felt strangely quiet, a stark contrast to the usual vibrant chaos of our lives. The unexpected influx of family – my wife, E’s, college-aged kids and her mother and sister descending upon us from out of state – had disrupted our carefully constructed bubble of intimacy. A full week had passed since our last passionate encounter, a duration that felt both excruciatingly long and utterly surreal for us. We rarely experienced such extended periods without the physical connection that defined our marriage, a connection that had weathered twenty-six years of shared life.

The tension hung thick in the air, palpable even before I woke up that morning. Around 15 minutes after E and her children had risen, I heard the familiar gurgle of the shower turning off. I stirred, pushing myself out of bed, the scent of her lavender shampoo a bittersweet reminder of what we were missing. As I began my routine, brushing my teeth, the shower’s abrupt silence sent a jolt through me, a confirmation of my deepest anxieties.

Making my way into the bathroom, I found her exactly as I’d imagined: standing under the shower head, her perfect breasts straining against the thin layer of towel wrapped around her fit, sexy body. It was a sight that still ignited a primal fire within me, a longing that had only intensified during this week of forced separation.

“Do you have to go to work early this morning?” I asked, my voice a low rumble, hoping to temper the disappointment that threatened to overwhelm me.

She quietly replied, “Yes.” The word hung in the air, a declaration of her obligations, a further intensification of my own frustration. I could feel the disappointment radiating from her, a shared sense of loss that bound us together in this quiet moment.

For a few seconds, I simply stood there, observing her, allowing the visual of her exposed body to fill my senses. Then, without warning, she moved, her chest rising against my back as the towel shifted slightly, creating a tantalizing separation between us. Her arms instinctively wrapped around my chest, her kisses lingering on the back of my neck and shoulders, a desperate attempt to bridge the distance that had grown between us.

I took it in for a few seconds, savoring the sensation, before turning to face her. Our lips met, a slow, tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a passionate embrace. Our hands began to gently explore one another, mine wandering over and under the towel, her fingers tracing the bulge beneath my cotton shorts, igniting my own desire.

Despite the passing of more than twenty-five years, the absence of physical intimacy had made this moment feel utterly new, a rebirth of the intense longing that had always been present beneath the surface of our marriage. We clung to each other, lost in the sensation, before I reached under the towel, my fingers seeking the clean-shaven slit between her legs.

E gasped, her head snapping back momentarily, a reflexive reaction to the sudden intimacy. She grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door, and we hurried back to the bedroom, my heart pounding in anticipation. The urge to be inside her, to feel her warmth and her pleasure, was almost unbearable.

E settled at the edge of the bed, letting the towel slide off her body, leaving her exposed. I followed her lead, taking a step back, observing her with a mixture of longing and excitement. She reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lubricant, her movements deliberate and purposeful. Without a word, she lay back on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, her legs spread wide, offering a glimpse of her radiant beauty. What a glorious view!

Following her lead, I grabbed the bottle, allowing her to watch as I meticulously lubed my hard, throbbing cock, giving it a few warm-up strokes to further stimulate my senses. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

As I climbed onto the bed between her legs, she subtly shifted her position, pulling her knees closer, creating a more intimate space. I positioned my oh-so-stiff member in front of her place of pleasure, preparing for the inevitable. It slid in with ease, perfectly filling the outer circumference of her entry, and I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

E grabbed my hips, halting my advance just short of full penetration, holding me firmly in place as I slowly rotated my hips, swirling my member around just inside the entrance of her love canal. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing tease that only heightened my desire.

This continued for a while, the rhythm slow and sensual, punctuated by her soft moans of pleasure. I could sense her savoring this long-awaited moment, and I obliged, feeding her lust with every slow, deliberate thrust. She lay back in complete enjoyment, lost in the sensation, her body arching slightly with each wave of pleasure.

Unexpectedly, due to her relaxed state, I started to feel contractions around the head of my cock, a sign that she was approaching an orgasm. She closed her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips, and for about thirty seconds, I held still as E absorbed the pleasure she had so desperately craved. Then her eyes opened, her legs pulling me forward as if giving permission to go deeper.

I allowed myself to slowly slide deeper, to about two-thirds depth, continuing the slow, sensual lovemaking that had begun so innocently. As my motion continued, I felt her inner wells getting wetter and wetter with each slow thrust. The pleasure was building, intensifying with every movement.

E raised and spread her knees further, creating an even more receptive angle for my entrance. The sides of her legs and feet pressed against my ass, serving as a clear signal that it was time for full penetration. I got to full depth, and we were completely one, lost in the shared experience of our bodies.

E took a deep gasp, a sound of pure ecstasy, and then held me there, clinging to me as she continued to sustain the feeling of me deep inside of her. So I stayed at full depth, but rose up to a kneeling position, giving myself a better view of her in her vulnerable state as I penetrated her. My hands explored her shapely breasts, gently teasing her nipples, as we savored our complete union.

Long minutes passed in this intimate dance, each movement a testament to our enduring passion. Finally, I slowly withdrew, retreating from her body before soon re-entering. She pulled me in with ease, holding me tightly against her as we continued to explore each other's bodies. I retreated and returned again many times over in rhythmic fashion, feeding her lust and igniting her pleasure with each thrust.

Eventually, my pace began to increase, driven by the intense pleasure I was experiencing. She was so wet, and we were able to engage in passionate lovemaking with such ease, as my manhood opened her up further. The slapping sounds of our bodies started modestly, but my urge was building, as was hers. She lifted her pelvis to create an even better angle to receive me. Our bodies now met at a rapid pace, the slaps getting louder and louder. E exclaimed with each one, “Yes. Yes. Please. Take me! Yes!!”

My week-long buildup could not wait any longer as we exploded in unison with one final, explosive thrust. I felt my seed release inside of her, and almost immediately, I felt her pussy contracting around me again. She pulled me in deep, and we collapsed together in a state of blissful exhaustion, the moment we both desperately needed after this prolonged separation.

We shared deep, passionate kisses, chest to chest, as my member started to soften within her. Eventually, I withdraw, returning to the comfort of her embrace, as we lay next to one another in complete bliss – the moment we both had been yearning for. FINALLY!!!

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