Invitation to the Window

As the children get older, you find it increasingly difficult to have intimate relationships with your partner. You find it harder to hide away, and moments of old times together become increasingly rare. Frustration takes its toll on partners without them becoming aware of it at first. Sometimes, you remember the time when you loved each other almost every day, when the bed creaked from every joint. Your moments became rarer, once every 3 days, then once a week. When you manage to have intimate relations once every two weeks or less, as a man, you wonder, what’s the point if I’m still not using it now that I’m young?

No matter how hard you try to find solutions with your partner to get the baby (babies) to sleep earlier, it feels like the universe is against you. When the odds are stacked against you, something comes out of nowhere. You have guests or she has guests, we’re too tired, the baby wants to sleep with you or Mom (especially), and so, the days go by, the frustrations pile up, and inevitably tensions, arise. It took a spark, an idea of failure, for our sex life to live, to stay alive. Once put into practice, it became a habit, a solution to a burning problem. It’s not the best solution, and it has its imperfections, but there is something.

We get used to doing this a lot. The wife is taking a shower while I’m bumping the TV on the living room couch and the kid is busy on the computer. When she comes into the living room, she’s wearing just a pink robe, nothing else on underneath. As soon as she walks in, she hoots at me, puts her hand to her mouth, then sits down next to me. Her laughter is like a signal. I know what this is about. I get up, leave the remote here and quickly head for the bathroom. I’m ready in 10 minutes at the most. I come out of the bathroom, glance into the room where the kid is sitting at the computer. We have a few short lines, and he’s yelling at me to leave because he’s not paying attention to the game.

In the living room, my wife is lying on the couch, phone in hand, buttoning away, but her dressing gown is untied at the drawstring, her breasts almost sticking out, her thighs bare, leg over leg. I make sure I’ve closed all the doors behind me, then make my way to the couch. She hisses again. I turn off the light and walk over to her. Slowly, I sit on the bed, start from her legs, spread them. She’s hooting with her phone in her hand, opens her legs wide, arches them, kisses her thighs, paying no attention to me. I get to the end. Her soft labia are waiting for me. I kiss them, my tongue running along them. I make my way through. It’s moist, and the flavour mingles with saliva. hangs up the phone, then my eyes and strokes my head. Not the most comfortable position.

I pull her closer to me, and my mouth sticks to her vulva. I lick her, and she starts moaning softly. I unbutton her robe more, kiss her abdomen, reach her breasts, play with them, suck on them and her nipples. Penis hardened; time to get to work. I get out of bed, grab her hand and pull her behind me.

“Where are we going?” she asks rhetorically.

“To the window?”

“Yes. I invite you to see the view.”

We walk to the kitchen, holding hands. With the light off, she takes off her robe and puts it on the chair, then sits down. I take out my penis and approach her. She grabs my penis with one hand, touches it at the tip with her lips and plays with it, then with her tongue, then opens her mouth and welcomes it. She sucks it just long enough to get it wet. She stands up and takes her position in front of the window. Naked, she puts her hands on the sill behind my back. I fit my penis and gently enter. I push into her, and she takes my hands and places them on my thighs. I hold her tight, so she doesn’t get off balance. With one hand, she fondles her breasts while the other stimulates her clit.

The rhythm becomes energetic. She no longer knows what’s around her. With my ear funnelled, I try to listen if the doors start opening, to get dressed again. She’s very focused. I can feel her trembling, her throat tense, and her veins seem to pop. Her mouth parted in a silent moan as she reached a peak of pleasure, panting heavily. I let her settle down for a very short time then resume the vigorous movements.

She struggles, moans and sobs… aah… barely able to stand from the powerful orgasm. She feels the need to sit down. I come beside her, kiss her, and then stand up. She grabs my cock, her hungry mouth sucking it vigorously, more to prepare it for the next stage. We change the register. She climbs up on the countertop, and I get down on my knees. I thrust my mouth straight out of her vulva. … . …

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