I put in a few hard miles on the exercise bike this morning, afterward feeling glum because my wife had picked up yet another shift. I'd been looking forward to another mid-morning romp. Remote working and her reducing hours at work had been a wet dream, we hadn't been having this kind of sex since we were newlyweds. But now she was working just as many hours as before, so these new interludes while our kid was at school were getting rare. She saw me sitting at the edge of the bed when she got out of the vanity and bent to give me peck on the cheek, giving my leg a squeeze as encouragement for sticking with my morning workouts. (She sure knows what makes me tick) She noticed that I was a little hard in my workout shorts from my revved up heart rate and reached inside them to give me a playful rub.
"I can help you with that before I go, if you want," she offered.
"Please, babe?"
"It won't be as good as inside me, but I'd like doing it for you."
She kissed me fully this time, opening her mouth, her eyes rolling a bit before our lips met as they do when she's feeling horny. By then I was rock hard in her hand and she stroked firmer as she slipped her tongue between my lips. She backed off before we could get sloppy, turning to look in the mirror to see if her makeup was smeared.
"Do you want to take your clothes off and be more comfortable?"
I took my shoes and socks off as she put her purse down. I peeled my shirt off and she gave me a hand by pulling my shorts and underwear down, running her hand up my leg and up my erect shaft, playfully flicking the head with a fingertip like she was dribbling a basketball. She motioned for me to lie down on the bed. It was a pretty nice thrill, laying bare for her while she stood next to the bed in dressed in a prim white blouse and a navy set of slacks, her hair brushed out and wearing full make-up. She was looking even more impressive with the necklace and earrings I'd gotten her for her birthday. She put her pillow on top of mine so that my neck and shoulders were raised up, letting me watch.
"I'm opening and have to be there on time, so I'm going to try to make you cum fast. Enjoy it, okay?"
She licked her hand and seized my rigid shaft, giving me smooth, tight strokes, all the way up and down, a little squeeze at the top to give the head even more intense stimulation than I would normally give myself. Not as good as fucking her, but she knew her way around my cock and knew how to handle it as smartly as she drove that little sportster she had when we'd started dating. She let a mouthful of spit drop on her hand to lube me up some more, working it over the length of my shaft then slowing a bit and squeezing a smidgen tighter, earning a moan and twisting of the hips from me as she jacked me off nicely. I grabbed her ass as I felt the tingling start in my thighs and abdomen and burn its way to my crotch.
Her lips were parted a bit as she watched my dick sliding through her fingers. The tip of her tongue touched the corner of her mouth. I could tell that she wanted to use her mouth on me but couldn't spend the time to color her lips again. A lock of hair came loose and hung over her face as she sped up. She made my shaft point upward so that I would get the feeling of penetration a little stronger. I had stopped writhing and was thrusting into her hand, fucking it like I would her pussy when she had me in cowgirl. I grabbed the bed covers and let a breath out raggedly as my cock spasmed in her tight grip and gobs of cum shot up and ran over her hand. She slowed down and made sure that she was going all the way up and down, letting my own semen slicken her fingers and whiten into a thin foam as she kept stroking during my whole orgasm and for longer, leaving me fighting for breath. I whimpered a bit as she held the head of my cock in her hand loosely, relaxing and tightening her grip on it to give a pulsating sensation. She wanted to wring the last bit of pleasure from my loins and I was gasping helplessly on the bed. She sighed as she watched me for a moment, letting go of my cock and running her hand over my chest and neck.
"Did Jane fix Jungle Boy?" she asked playfully as she stroked my cock a few more times, making me shudder. She got a washcloth from the towel cabinet and dried me off gently. A last drop of cum oozed out of the tip of my spent cock, glistening like a tiny pearl. She touched it and it stuck to her fingertip, which she sucked into her mouth as she smiled down at me.
"Mmm. You've been eating right, too, no cheating. No extra salt from snacking. No coffee or beers either, I guess. You're tasting sweeter."
"You've been giving me something a whole lot nicer to eat lately." I reminded her, picturing her as she was the night before, nude on the bed with my hands pinning her legs apart and back, her eyes closing right before my mouth found her pussy.
She crinkled her eyes as she laughed, shaking her head. She put the cloth in the laundry and washed her hands. "Remember, no playing with yourself today, so stay off the porn. You need to take care of me tonight."
She texted me after she'd parked her car at work. She had attached a selfie that she took holding the camera high, her grin wide and with a good view down her blouse. "I miss you already."