Sloppy Seconds-For once

Having our daughter home after what is effectively three years away has required some adjustments - from both sides. She has had to get into the daily routine of getting to college, doing homework and suchlike, we have had to get used to having another person in the house, buying extra every time we shop, for example. Also, we miss the 'Martini Sex'. We can't just tear the clothes off each other and fuck whenever and wherever the lust overtakes us. I sometimes wish we had made more use of that when we had the chance, but you never appreciate what you have until you no longer have it.

I have to say that the adaptation to the new routine has been relatively trouble-free. During the week she gets herself up in time for college, she makes her own packed lunches, when she gets home in the afternoon she takes herself off to her room and gets on with her homework without fuss.

And at weekends, she parties. She works hard during the week but from Friday through to Sunday she plays hard. She has also had the good sense to get herself a boyfriend who has the use of his mother's car. More often than not she is away one or more nights, leaving large tracts of the weekend free for our pleasure.

That's how it was a couple of Saturdays ago (I am shamefully behind with these chronicles). Daughter was sleeping over at a friend's house in town. When asked who else would be there, she replied. "Just five or six girls from school, plus Harry. He's from Sri Lanka",

Lucky Harry.

We finish work at 1pm on Saturdays but there is lunch to get and the weekend shopping to do, so it was considerably later when we were free to go upstairs. We undressed unceremoiously and Heather knelt on the bed, eyeing me playfully.

"Fuck me now" she demanded at she went on all fours and jutted her bum over the edge of the bed.

I did as I was told. I stood behind her, lifted one foot up onto the bed and eased myself into her. She was already adequately wet, but tight. Unused.

I took her firmly by the waist and banged away hard at her. It's not as if we were short of time; we had all afternoon-and all evening for that matter-to enjoy everything each others' bodies had to offer, but for the moment it was all about immediate gratifiation; Heather needed cock inside her, I craved the feel of her soft wet cunt, the smell of her juices, the sounds she makes as the breath is driven out of her with every stroke. There's no good denying good old-fashioned carnal lust when it takes you.


Pleasuring Heather afterwards was altogether a more leisurely affair. We laid together side by side and she turned towards me, offering her body to me to do with as I wished. It was while she was gripping hard on my cock in the throes of her orgasm that I realised I was still hard. I hadn’t actually deflated after the first go. I like to think I have a pretty respectable recovery time-ten minutes tops and I’m good to go again-but this was one erection that just would not go away. So while Heather was still lying prone on the sheets, moaning, I pulled her gently upright, knelt up behind her, grabbed her shoulders and sploshed away inside her. With the over-abundance of lubrication I was concerned that Mr Happy might yet decide he didn’t want to play any more and go off the boil, but Heather was still having little muscle spasms and has superb control in any case, so I was pumping whatever I had left inside me into her before she really knew what had hit her.

As the daylight faded on that dull, chilly autumn afternoon we lay there in the gathering gloom holding each other, tracing fingertips over faces, kissing, until we decided that if we were going to going to have another fuck session that evening were would need to break for tea.