Friday Fun Time

Wanna know why I'm smiling right now? Because I had sex with Legs not more than an hour ago. It's okay to be jealous.

I call it Friday Fun Time. Barring outside factors, I get to have my way with her every Friday morning. Obviously, Friday has become my favorite day of the week, and it has nothing to do with the start of the weekend. It all began a couple of years ago, when the alarm went off early one Monday morning. Legs moaned and rolled over, covering her head with her pillow.

"Come on, get up," I prodded her. "Gotta get the kids ready for school."

"You take them. Let me sleep late."

"You already get an hour more sleep than I do every night. Up!"

"Please," she insisted. "Let me sleep in on Mondays."

Exasperated, I thought a moment. "Okay, you can sleep in. If I can do you."

"What?" Legs sat up and gave me a dubious look.

"If you sleep in Monday mornings, you give me a quickie another morning. I'll let you choose the day."

Legs continued to stare at me, unconvinced.

"You're the one who told me quickies don't take any effort on your part. I'm asking for five, maybe 10 minutes at the most," I said. "Isn't that worth sleeping in until 10?"

She nodded. "You've got a deal." Then she flopped back down and buried herself in the covers.

Summer vacation puts the damper on my Friday mornings, but throughout the school year, I've got something great to look forward to at the end of the week. And since my issues with bupropion began, these regular Friday morning tumbles have become much more important to me, not less. Even without normal desire, or waking up with an urgent erection that stays ready for the next hour or so until I take Legs, I can still perform. Whether I want to or not. That may seem silly, but to me it is reassuring. I need that.

So after I made the last stop on my school delivery route, I turned back toward home instead of work. That always gives me a thrill, and my thoughts turn to Legs, her nude body gorgeous and willing. My cock, distressingly, remained inert at the thoughts.

I locked the front door behind me, taking off my shoes and socks before climbing the stairs to our bedroom. Legs sat at her computer, answering emails. She was wearing a blouse but still in warm-ups. I rubbed her shoulders.

"Hey, you," she said. "Let me finish answering this email real quick."

I stepped into the bathroom, retrieved the Astroglide from a drawer and grabbed a hand towel. When I returned to the bedroom, Legs is reclined across our bed. I lean over her, slipping my fingers under her waistband and pulling her warmups and panties down the entire glorious length of her legs, exposing her neatly trimmed bush. That got a reaction. My limp cock stirred, finally. Even after all these years together, I still find her body incredibly hot. Hot enough to burn through some of the stupor brought on by bupropion.

I pulled off my shirt, stepped out of my pants. I take a drop of Astroglide and spread it across the head of my cock, which has now grown to maybe 50 percent erect--it was close to its full length and girth, but still soft and flexible, not capable of penetration. Legs watched me with gentle concern. Before, she'd often pepper the moments before these quickies with teasing jokes and commentary, but now she focused more on helping.

I ran my hands along the length of her legs, from her French-manicured toenails to her wedge of pubic hair, then gripped her knees and spread her legs wide apart. I kissed her left knee, working my way down her thigh to the hot, sexy, supermodel mole just to the left of her labia. I kissed it, then kissed her pubic mound. I slid my fingers over her pussy, slipping in and spreading her lips apart. She was moist, waiting for me. This morning, at least, I wouldn't have needed the Astroglide.

I pulled myself up over Legs, the head of my cock pressed against her open lips. I tried easing into her, but my cock, maybe up to 75 percent hard by this point, bent rather than enter. Trying to not let frustration take over, I withdrew just a little, then bent down to kiss her neck, run my free hand over her thighs. An instant later, Legs' hands were all over me, rubbing my chest, my shoulders, my sides, fondling my nipples, all to help me along. I eased into her again. My head pushed apart her lips, but no farther. I pulled out, then slowly thrust again. Each time, I entered her a little more deeply, until with one big push I filled her completely.

Legs smiled, closed her eyes and rested her arms above her head on the bed. "Go for it," she whispered.

Legs' pussy was warm, soft and enveloping, wrapping itself completely around my cock as I thrust, but offering absolutely no resistance. She wrapped her legs around me, encouraging me deeper, pressing down on the small of my back. I grew steadily harder--how could I not?--until, finally, I could grow no harder. I pulled out entirely, my full erection glistening wetly over her pussy.

Wordlessly, Legs rolled over onto her knees, presenting her sexy ass to me. Her pussy beckoned, open and ready. I slid my throbbing cock into her, and immediately Legs gripped me with her pussy, stroking, kneading. No longer soft and submissive, her pussy was now aggressive and firm with me, giving as good as it got. I ran my hands over her ass, gripping and squeezing and spreading, even as I watched my cock slide in and out of her. I pulled all the way out, my head trembling an inch away from her wet lips. I shoved myself into her, a hard, swift motion that slapped my balls against her mound and forced a gasp from Legs. Then I did it again. And again, watching my cock bury its entire length into her in an instant. Legs took it all, all the way, gasping as if I'm too much for her, but with her stroking, clenching pussy telling me otherwise.

By this time, my cock ached. My balls ached. Bupropion? What bupropion? I couldn't remember ever not wanting her. Filling her full of come was my life's sole ambition. I could call in sick and do her over and over all day long. My desire boiled over. I wanted Legs, wanted to have her, to keep having her, in the worst way.

I grabbed her right ankle and pulled her leg up against my thigh. I grabbed her left hip, forcing her deeper onto my cock. I pounded as hard as I could--that's all I could do at that point, so desperate for release into her--and I came with electric intensity bursting over me. And I came, and came. It's amazing how much semen builds up when you're not having sex. I held Legs' ass to me tightly, both hands on her hips, my cock buried deep into her has I felt the ejaculations continue even as my orgasm faced. Semen trickled down her legs, dripped from my balls. Finally, once I felt my cock soften, I relaxed my grip on her hips and started to pull out. As I did so, Legs squeezed her pussy tightly, milking the last bits of semen from me.

Legs grabbed the towel, kissed me lightly and scampered off to the bathroom. I fell back, breathing heavily, aware of several things: 1) that had been one great orgasm, 2) once I'd come, my desire had fled as quickly as my erection, and 3) my five-minute quickies were now taking close to half an hour.

Yeah, I love Fridays.

A very good morning

My erection woke me at 5 a.m. This surprised me, for reasons I'll explain in a future blog. I felt the dull ache forming deep down that told me I'd been hard for quite a while already. My boxers sported a wet spot from seepage of Cowper's fluid. I was very aware of Legs lying beside me, and at that point wanted nothing more than to spread her legs and have my way with her. But her deep, steady breathing stopped me. She would not forgive me waking her from a deep sleep at 5 a.m. Instead, I got up--quite groggily--and peed, hoping my erection might subside afterward. I climbed back in bed, sliding my beneath Legs' panties, resting on her hip.

Legs shifted around 6 a.m., waking me again. My cock was still as hard as before. In my sleep-addled mind, the notion grew that this was one of those insistent erections that would only be placated with orgasm. I reached over her, cupping a breast beneath her shirt and dozed.

By 7 a.m., my cock was throbbing, a tight ache squeezing my balls. My situation had grown urgent: If I didn't come soon, I'd hurt for the rest of the day. I couldn't reach Legs' pussy, so instead I slid my hand down into her panties, caressing, squeezing, kneading her ass. After a minute, without opening her eyes, she asked in a sleepy whisper, "Are you trying to get into my pants?"

"I've been hard since 5 a.m.," I answered. "Seems a shame to waste it."

Legs considered this for a moment, presenting her ass to me to spoon. I slid her panties down, then my boxers. I dabbed a drop of Astroglide on the tip of my cock. I found her labia with my fingers, spreading them, pressing my cock into her. She was still dry, but the lube lets my head in. Gently I thrust, my cock going a little deeper each time. With a final thrust, I force myself all the way into her, and Legs responded with a fierce squeeze of approval.

"Are you playing along?" I asked, somewhat surprised. Legs wasn't normally one for morning sex, preferring to give me quickies.

"I'm going to try," she answered.

As much as I wanted to take her hard and fast, relieving my urgent need, making Legs come excited me even more. She was still half-asleep, but I understood her clearly--I could enjoy her pussy all I wanted, but I had to make her come. I would do the work, she would enjoy the ride.

I crept my hand around, through her lovely wedge of pubic hair, resting my middle finger over her clit. I circled it gently, in time with my thrusting. Legs opened her legs in response, bracing her foot against the back of my knee. Her legs are glorious things, and when she spreads them... I can think of few things as spectacular. I abandoned her clit momentarily, moving my hand down to my cock as it slid in and out, getting my finger slick with her juices before returning to her clit.

I could feel the pressure building now, that plateau that comes before the point of no return. Normally, I could last as long as Legs needed me to, but this time... I'd been hard too long. My orgasm had been building a good long while, and nothing was going to stop it.

"I'm close," I whispered.

"I'm almost there," she answered, her breathing ragged. "Just a little bit longer." For her, maybe. Not for me. My cock went from hard to taut, swollen and straining against itself. I grasped her shoulder with my free hand, knuckles white, and slammed my cock into her pussy. My semen burst up through my cock in a furious rush, my balls clenching with sharp pain, forcing out all the come that'd been building since I-don't-know-how-long-before-5-a.m. I lost all thought of Legs, consumed only by the need to force myself deeper into her, harder.

As my orgasm began to subside, I realized Legs hadn't come yet, but my ferocious orgasm had pushed her to the brink. My finger had never left her clit, and I felt it swelling beneath my touch.

"Don't stop," she gasped, clutching her pillows. She wasn't talking about my finger.

I continued to thrust, not as vigorously, but deeply, trying my best to stay hard. In my younger days, I could maintain erections long after I'd come, but the body betrays us with age. My orgasm had given away to uncomfortable sensitivity, but I still had sporadic contractions, could still semen forced up through my cock. I could feel the hardness ebbing, though. If Legs didn't come soon, she'd be disappointed.

Suddenly, as if she'd read my mind, Legs gasped and shuddered. Her pussy grabbed my cock, clenched, squeezed, then did it again. And again. She ground her ass into me, forcing my cock deeper. I ran my entire hand over her clit, now hard under my touch. Her ass was slick with a glorious mixture of my come and her juices. She forced her pussy down over my cock one last time, gave me an approving squeeze, and then, finally, I slipped out of her.

My soft cock glistened wetly against my stomach, but even so, semen continued to well up from the tip.

"That was unexpected," Legs said.

"Unexpected, yeah," I answered, running my hand over her glistening ass. "But necessary. Very necessary."