u/WishItWasSo84

Every Tuesday, my wife Michele and I both work from home, and we’ve turned it into our favorite day of the week. This past Tuesday was no exception. By 8:15 a.m. she was already at the kitchen counter in her usual WFH outfit: a loose, dark long-sleeved top that covered just enough to look decent- enough on camera if needed, hair twisted up in a messy bun, headset on, and nothing underneath. No panties. Easy access for exactly what we both crave.

I walked up behind her as she reviewed her patient notes. The sight of her bare ass and the soft lips of her pussy peeking between her thighs made me instantly hard. I pulled my athletic shorts down, letting my cock spring free, and stepped right up against her.

She glanced back with a playful, knowing smile and arched her back slightly, presenting herself. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her already wet slit, coating myself in her juices, then pushed forward. Inch by inch I sank into her tight, dripping pussy until my balls were pressed against her. She let out a tiny breathy sigh, but the moment her first call connected, her voice turned perfectly professional.

“Good morning, Mr. Thompson. This is Michele from Dr. Kim's office. How are you feeling today?”

I started fucking her with slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Her pussy gripped me like a warm, silky fist, already creaming around my shaft. Every thrust made her ass ripple softly against my hips. She stayed bent over the counter, one hand gripping the edge, the other scribbling notes on her yellow legal pad.

“Yes, sir… the swelling is completely normal for the first week… mmm-hmm…” Her voice stayed steady even as I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. I could feel her pussy fluttering around me. She reached back with one hand and squeezed my thigh hard—her signal for more. I gave it to her, pounding deep and steady while she calmly walked the patient through post-op care instructions.

By the end of the call she was cumming. Her walls clamped down on my cock in rhythmic pulses, and fresh wetness flooded around me, dripping down my balls. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but her legs trembled as she professionally wrapped up: “We’ll see you at your two-week follow-up. Have a great day.”

The second the call ended she let out a shaky moan and pushed back against me. “Fuck, that felt good,” she whispered.

We didn’t stop. I kept fucking her right there, long, wet strokes that made obscene sounds every time I buried myself balls-deep. Her pussy was soaked, creamy, and getting even wetter. A few minutes later her Teams calendar pinged for a morning huddle. She stayed exactly where she was—bent over, my cock still inside her—and joined the meeting with her camera off.

While her colleagues talked about patient scheduling, I was grinding deep, rolling my hips in slow circles so she could feel every inch of me stretching her. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight little circles. She came again during the meeting—harder this time. Her pussy spasmed violently around my cock, and I felt her juices running down both our thighs. She muted herself at the perfect moment, letting out a muffled whimper into her arm before unmuting and answering a question in that same calm, professional nurse voice.

This pattern continued for the next two hours.

Between calls I’d pull out, spin her around, and sit her on the kitchen stool, so I could fuck her face-to-face, her legs wrapped around me while she takes a break from her work duties. Then she’d bend over again for the next phone call. One longer Teams meeting had her sitting on my lap in the kitchen chair, my cock buried to the hilt inside her the entire time. She kept her top pulled down to look presentable from the chest up, but underneath she was slowly riding me—rolling her hips in tiny movements that kept me rubbing against her G-spot. She came twice during that meeting, clenching and soaking my balls while calmly discussing pre-op preparations for an upcoming sinus surgery patient.

By the two hour mark I was throbbing, my balls tight and aching. Michele’s pussy was a creamy, dripping mess. Every thrust produced wet, filthy sounds and left strings of her arousal connecting us when I pulled back. She’d already cum at least six or seven times—sometimes quick and sharp during short calls, sometimes long, rolling waves when she had a few minutes of quiet charting.

I finally gripped her hips hard, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes over the counter again. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the kitchen between her calls.

“Baby… I can’t hold it anymore,” I growled.

She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. “Cum in me,” she breathed, voice husky. “Fill my pussy up.”

That was all it took. I slammed deep and unloaded—thick, heavy ropes of cum pulsing straight into her as her pussy milked me through another intense orgasm of her own. She buried her face in her arm to muffle her moan while her walls fluttered and squeezed every last drop out of me.

When I finally pulled out, a thick trickle of my cum immediately began leaking down her thighs. Michele turned around, kissed me slow and deep, then gave my softening cock a loving squeeze.

“Best Tuesday morning ever!,” she whispered with a satisfied grin. I couldn't agree more!

I love her

My wife has this old oversized university hoodie she loves to wear around the house… sometimes with nothing else underneath. I can’t get enough of it — she looks so effortlessly sexy in it, and I love fucking her while she’s wearing it.

One night I teased her about how long she’s had that hoodie, and she immediately smirked — she knew exactly where I was going. That’s when she admitted it: back in college, she wore that same hoodie while getting fucked by each of her five FWBs, countless times. It was her go-to. She told me she’d even pull the sleeve down between her legs after they cum in her pussy, using it to catch the cum as she waddled off to the bathroom.

I can't stop thinking about it. Those five guys all know exactly what it’s like to see her gorgeous little body in that hoodie, bouncing on their cock, milking every drop out of them. And today, that same hoodie is still her favorite — and mine too!

A couple summers ago, my wife and I did the steep sunrise hike up to one of the old fire lookouts with a perfect head-on view of a prominent mountain in western USA. The trail’s a lung-buster but short, and when you pop out on top at dawn with nobody else around, it’s pure magic. The mountain filled the horizon and the sun crept up right behind the summit like the sky was putting on a private show just for you.

We were standing there wrapped around each other, trading slow kisses, and the vibe just flipped from “romantic” to “we’re absolutely fucking up here.” I slid down, tugged her yoga pants down and completely off one leg, and buried my face in her pussy while she was gripping the railing and moaning into the sunrise. She was already soaked.

That was when she started giggling between gasps and dropped the bomb:

“I’ve actually been up here before… with two of my college fuck buddies.”

Turned out she did this exact same sunrise hike with them years earlier. They had the lookout to themselves too. She told me (while I’m still licking her clit like a man possessed) that the guys took turns bending her over that same railing, raw as usual, until both of them pumped her full. She pointed at some darker spots on the weathered deck boards and said, “Some of those stains are probably their cum leaking out of me that morning.”

That sent me over the edge. I stood up, spun her around, and slid into her dripping pussy in standing doggy. The thought of adding my load to the exact same spot those two guys marked a decade earlier had me throbbing. I didn’t last long—she moaned loudly signaling her orgasm and I immediately blew deep inside her with her ass pressed against me and that perfect mountain glowing orange in front of us. When I pulled out she stayed bent over, reached back to spread herself, and let it all drip right onto the deck, mixing with whatever ghosts of loads past were already baked into the wood.

Fifteen years together, and this was of my most memorable fucks.