A Night In

So there I was, in my early 20s and married to the same guy for three years. We were both supposed to be tired of each other by now, but last night proved otherwise. He started teasing me with his hands all over my body, fingers slipping under my shirt to play with my nipples until they stood at attention. I pushed him onto our bed, straddling his hips as he lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist. His cock was already hard against me, and I lowered myself down, sliding slowly onto him in one fluid motion that made both of us groan. We moved together like a well-oiled machine, chest to chest, skin slick with sweat, until we were both trembling and coming in perfect sync.