“What was that? Your cherry?”

It’s afternoon.  “I was getting a reaction thinking about you this morning.”  Getting out of bed with my mostly erect cock and flexing it in her direction.  We kiss.  “I’m getting a reaction, too.  I have time.”  “For a quickie?”  A spontaneous, unscheduled quickie.  “It would be silly.”  “We like silly.”  “Yes we do.”  She suggests we go sit somewhere friendly.  The sunny balcony.  I drink tea.  She eats a salad for lunch.

Inside.  The bedroom door is uncharacteristically closed; there’s someone working downstairs.  I pull off River’s shirt and running bra.  It’s a tight fit.  “If these things were any bigger I’d never get this off.”  “Maybe I’ve got a new thing for bondage.”  There are the straps on the floor, hoping night after night to be used.  But this is supposed to be a quickie.  “I’ve got a thing for this.”  I feel her tit, the soft nipple filling the space between my fingers.  I reach around her back for the other one.  “And for this.”  “Yes you do.”

Her black leggings come off.  Her socks stay on.  She’s so cute when she’s stripped to her socks.  We got some stripy thigh socks she’s supposed to wear to bed, and wrap her fuzzy legs around me as my cock slips into the gap between them, but I don’t think she ever has.

My blue shirt and black jeans come off.  My boxer briefs stay on.  For texture.

She sits on the edge of the bed and lies back.  Her pussy perches before me.  Lustily.  I want to taste it.  Run my tongue through the folds.  But this is supposed to be a quickie.  I rub my cock against her through the boxer briefs, the texture gritty against her clit.  I harden.  How to get the boxer briefs off?  It’s not as elegant as me whipping River’s panties up her legs and over my head.  But we get them.  She spreads into her vee.  My cock finds her pussy.  I push.  And push.  There’s an audible pop as my cock finally bursts through.  “What was that?  Your cherry?”  “Yeah.  About time!”

I don’t have much room to work with.  My knees are at the edge of the bed.  But I kind of like it.  Having to figure out what to do when I need to shift my weight to keep going.

I pound hard.  Driving the expressions that race across her face.  Inspiring expresions.  Sometimes I can’t believe she likes this.  I sure like it.  A nice spontaneous fuck with my sweetie.

My orgasm drains me.  Every drop of come squeezed from my body to hers.  I feel better now that I’m coming somewhat more normally.  But what about her?  “When’s the last time you had one?”  “Not too long ago.”  It’s always too long ago.

“I think I’m in the mood.”

“I think I’m in the mood.” I have to suppress my snarky thoughts. No wonder River’s never in the mood if she can’t even tell. And then I realize it’s amazing she’s saying that at all since not long ago I almost completely blew any kind of mood either of us might have. “Let’s skip the movie.” “It will last. I’ve had it all day.”

We’ll be in bed at 10:30. That’s a late start on any day, and she has to get up early early early tomorrow. And give me a good-bye kiss. I’ve got a feeling that the end of the day will just be the end of the day. But she’s following her own plan of stopping the movie at 10. I trust her to know what she’s doing. This must be some mood.

I light a candle before she comes into the bedroom. What she says sounds like my line. “Oh good. You’re still in the mood. I was thinking you might be too tired.” I was tired, but not any more. She gets on top. “I was thinking something fast and aggressive.” She rubs my cock against her fuzz. I feel her tits. My favorite tits. Just big enough to grab. They always help. But if she wants fast I have another idea. “That’s not such a good position for me to get hard. Let’s try this.”

I roll her onto her back. Sit beside her. Her legs fall open and I gaze at her in the candle light. My thumb goes briefly to her clit. But her tits always help. I feel their soft firmess, feel her nipples pucker, lefty, righty, as my cock quickly hardens. “Now I’m ready. See? You can get back on top now.” “Now that I see it, I’m thinking hello kitty. It’s been a while.” “I love hello kitty.”

River sits up in front of me. Reaches under for my cock. Slides her pussy down onto it without effort. “I’ve been ready all day.” And we fuck. Quick and aggressive. Then I sit back and let her do all the work. “I’m your dildo.” “I like that.” She pumps her snatch up and down my shaft. It’s hard imagining her wanting to do something like this with a real dildo. I’m flattered that she enjoys using my cock like this. For her pleasure.

As always, the view is amazing. I describe it to her. “My legs spread in a V. Between them, your shape comes down into your ass. Between my legs is . . . Under your ass is . . .”

I fuck back again. Reach around for her tits. Press her nipples into her body. She sits up into full hello kitty position, my hands still on her tits, her hands to the sides on my legs, her ass framed between her arms and my legs, her whole body moving up and down as she fucks me. “Quick?” “Quick.” I let myself come, pulling her back into me, she grinds down as I thrust in time with my spurts, emphasizing each one, moaning so loud the kids can probably hear it.

“That seemed way too quick for somebody who’s been in the mood all day.” “I’ll probably be in the mood tomorrow, too. For our date.” “Let’s make sure you have a good warm up.” “An early start.”

This random idea is working out better than I thought. And we haven't even had our first random “date” yet.

Morning quickie

We were planning on doing it on Thursday. So we also planned on doing it yesterday, which would be almost enough for me but not too much for River. But something lit off my mercurial streak in a bad way. And we didn’t have the emotional warm-up day I was expecting. At least we did go for a nice long walk together. But in the evening my gaze doesn’t linger on naked River and we both know I’m still not in the mood. It happens.

In the morning I wake River up at the usual time. I’ve always been her alarm clock. We lie in bed together, our legs touching, and I get nicely hard. Just one of those things that happens in the morning. I join River in the shower. She washes me. “That’s got some hardness.” “Didn’t you notice when I got in?” It would be somewhat like her not to notice. “Yeah, but that’s not unusual.” We have a nice full-contact smooch in the warm water before we get out. River looks down at my cock which is unfortunately not hard. “Are you checking?” “Yes.” “Do you want it?” “Not here.” I wouldn’t expect. One of the kids has wandered in and out already.

In the bedroom. River’s not getting dressed. Does she really have something in mind? She checks the clock. Decides we have enough time. Stands in front of me. I look her up and down as I stroke my cock. Hoping the morning erection will return. If only I could be so lucky. She gets on the bed and backs up to the edge. I stand behind her. She hasn’t even closed the bedroom door. I guess we don’t expect anybody to come wandering in. My somewhat spongy cock won’t go into her squeaky-clean pussy. I lick her from behind. My cock stiffens. She’s lubricated. “Two birds with one stone.” “Very efficient.” Now it goes in easily. And we fuck. Me banging. River moaning.

“You don’t have to restrain yourself. Quicker is better today.” I can do that. I fuck to come, hard and fast, then slow, pulling back as my orgasm builds, starting to come just inside, my cock pulsing and filling her with jizz, then pushing through it. “That was quick.” I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.

“Do you get anything out of that?” “Some nice stimulation in the morning.”

Jacking off in River's pussy

River and I worked hard planting a tree together today. A nice joint effort. And a good emotional warm-up for me. River's not interested though. I try to jack off and get hard before she comes into the room, so we can get right to it without wasting any time, but nothing happens. She comes in. I get hard and jack off kneeling on the bed next to her. We talk about stuff. She's going over her school work, reciting everything she'll be tested on, while I'm keeping my cock nicely erect by stroking it gently, hoping she'll get interested. But she's not interested. Doesn't even want to watch. She's seen it before.

I start to go limp. I put my hand on her hip. Just feeling her hardens me back up. She likes that. We've been talking a while. I mention that we could have been doing it while we've been talking. I realize we're nominally on River's schedule this year, but I'm trying to have some influence. At least she likes my optimism. She acquiesces. It can be a quickie. I roll her onto her side to do her in t-bone. She keeps reviewing out loud for school while I finger her pussy, oil my cock, and slide it into her for a quickie. I don't waste any time. We talk while I fuck her, jacking off in her pussy really, a quick pace, pulling her ass against me with her hip, making every thrust get me closer to coming. In less than a minute I'm giving the final push and casually squirting my goo into her. She was just starting to sound like she might be enjoying it.

Not quite what I was hoping for after such a nice emotional warm-up today. But I'll take it. We'd been talking about quickies yesterday, how she likes them and it's not just me who gets something out of them. I swear she recently said that anything less than twenty minutes of penetration didn't usually seem worth it, but she denies it.

Starting the new year right

I've been thinking about what River was saying about starting the year the way you want the year to go. One thing I'd like is to do it in the shower more often. So tomorrow, new year's day, I'll initiate in the shower. Even though we haven't had much success there recently. Then I think that I'd also like to seize the moment more, and not rely on delayed gratification which seems to fall flat more often than not. So why wait until tomorrow to start the year off right, when I can start if off right today?

"I'm thinking of doing something intimate and ridiculous in the shower with you." "I'm not saying no. It will have to be a quickie." "It's not like I want to use up all the hot water." I explain that this is my way of starting off the new year right, if you think about it hard enough. She shampoos her hair, I wash her with soap and wash cloth, then start tugging my dick hoping I'll get hard. I get a little harder, but not much, while she's washing me. I am leaking though. We have some nice kisses and River takes over for a while. Rubbing my wet thing in the shower without lube isn't the easiest, but somehow she does a really nice job. She feels my cock leaking. "That's because you're here. That doesn't happen when I'm by myself." "Cool." When I take over again, it's noticeably harder. Not good enough for a shower stick-in, though. "I'm not sure this is going to work. But at least we tried." We're about to give up, but River bends over and I put the head at her pussy entrance and push and watch as it buckles a bit and then pops through her opening. Amazing.

It was more work than I'd hope to get here, but it feels nice, and my cock stiffens up as I hit some good friction. I was worried that River wouldn't be juicy enough, and the water streaming down her back isn't helping. But she's easily wet enough for a quickie. Maybe the stuff leaking out of my cock is helping today. "I'm not sure I'll be able to finish." "That's ok." After some long smooth strokes I pick things up, banging her at a faster pace. Her moans tell me that's how she likes it. This is a ridiculous thing we're doing, River bending over under the hot water with her hands on the far edge of the tub, me standing behind her with my hardon poking up her pussy, grabbing onto her, admiring her shape, and pumping it in and out.

Suddenly the feeling lights up. "I'm going to finish." I make each stroke count and let the feeling grow until I push in deep and shoot my load into her. After a bit I pull out, and she queefs. We didn't even feel that in there.

She rinses, I wash her hoo with soap as usual, along the sides, two fingers in the grooves between her inner and outer lips, the nubbin of her clit, down the center to her pussy, swirling with both hands, and she rinses again.

If I want something, ask

If I want something, ask. River is getting the kids off to school. "Would you have time for a quickie?" She checks the clock. "I think I would." I check whether there's anything I can do to help, then head upstairs. I want to be ready. No use wasting time getting hard. I'm on the bed wearing my shirt and oiling up when she comes in and takes her pants off. "I'll leave my socks on." "And your shirt." Seeing her bush under her shirt always turns me on. I'm kneeling on the bed. She gets on and kneels in front with her back towards me. We're ready to go. I reach under her ass. Her lips part easily in this position and I feel her enticingly wet pussy between them. She lubes it up even more, then we get my cock in place and she slowly sits back on it. "You must like that stick-in." "Yeah." We both like it. The hello kitty stick-in. This is a quickie so we go at it. We're fucking, the bed is making noise, and the kids are downstairs oblivious. She fucks me, I fuck her, I look at the incredible view of her back and ass, maybe she has her socks on and maybe she doesn't, I lean back and bang up into her pussy while she rocks back and forth, we're both feeling it. "I'm getting there." Just so she knows I won't be taking long this time. A few more thrusts and I'm there, I push forward, she pushes back, my come pumps into her. I'm expecting her to drip when I pull out in this position but my load went in deep. I pull my shirt off for clean up. She slips a pad into her panties and takes the kids to school.

"You could hang a towel on it."

We wake up. River gets up to pee but changes her mind. We snuggle. Face to face. My hyperactive hands feeling her back, her butt. My morning boner presses against her. "I had a dream about walking around a college campus with you, and you'd persuaded me to let you put your penis in me." Is that why she got back in bed? "I wonder how I did that." "The mechanics were interesting." I'm wondering more about the persuasion. She rolls into spoons. I ask her to stick it in. "I have to pee. Just for a little while?" "Yes." I don't need to come. Start now finish later. She puts it in, I push, we have a short sweet delicious fuck, maybe 20 seconds, then I push in, hold it, pull out, and she gets up to pee. When I come in to shower with her I'm still fully hard, my moist cock pointing up at her. "I remember that. Gazing at it in wonder in our early years." "You did?" She asks me to get her a fresh washcloth from the laundry basket downstairs. "I don't want anybody to see me." I'm just teasing. I don't care who sees me. "You could hang a towel on it."

"I liked putting my penis in you. Your dream was inspiring." "It's good to make use of those morning boners. It reminds me of the good old days." "If you ever want to, feel free."

A "quick quickie"

We're in bed late. A nice snuggle. We roll towards each other, River's legs crossed over mine. "This is a nice snuggle position." Comfortable and intimate. I've been wanting to do it in this position for a while. But tonight I'm just having a nice snuggle. And we're having some nice kisses. "I know you have to get up early, but we could do a quick quickie." Surprise. If I turn that down River will think there's something wrong with me. We had a nice day skipping out on work. I start a small dry hump against River to see if anything happens. This morning I snuggled River and got a nice hardon against her butt. "Good morning." "I wish that would happen in the evening." It's happening a little. River reaches between her legs, finds my cock, and gives it some help. "Left-handed." "I'm ambidickstrous." We both laugh. It's hard enough. She lines it up. I feel it push into her enveloping wetness. "I bet you weren't expecting that." "I was expecting something like that." River has read my mind. We're fucking in the sweet and intimate snuggle position, my cock bridging the gap between her pubes and mine. Not very deep, but nice. I'm thinking of pushing River's legs up to her chest for better access when she rolls over into spoons, like I'm always thinking when we snuggle with my erection against her butt. "Are you going to be picking the positions?" I like it when she does. "No." "We'll just stay this way." "Sounds good." We've been taking it slow. It won't be a quick quickie if it's slow. "How quick?" "Come the first time." "Ok." When you're a girl you get to come all you want, but when you're a guy you try to not come for as long as you can? Something like that. But this is a quickie. We speed up. I hold River's hip with both hands and rock her against me. Wrap my arm around her and pull us together in full spoon snuggle position. Push back for deeper penetration and speed up. "This sure is a strange thing that we do." Pumping my cock in and out of her pussy. "It's strange that we think it's strange." I reach down and feel her pussy with my cock sliding in and out of it. All the way in. All the way out. "I like feeling that." I move River's hand behind her to where she can feel my cock sliding in and out of her. "Wet." Very. This is a classic fuck, going from slow and easy to fast and hard. Finally I feel the expanding warmth of impending orgasm but it's still a ways off. I think River doesn't mind. She likes fast and hard. And this time I don't have to stop and disappoint her ("I'm never disappointed.") Not as hard as our hardest bang ever which was also in spoons, but hard enough. A nice slow buildup, pull out to the tip and let it linger and build, then the final thrust to push it over the edge and I'm pumping what feels like a huge load into her and making all kinds of crazy sounds as I pull her against me and we finish our "quickie." Again I stay hard for a long time afterwards, then we get the traditional t-shirt off the floor and River cleans up without leaving to use gravity. I like that. And I've stayed cool enough for more comfortable snuggling with River. I like that, too.

Morning quickie on our library room floor

A nice snuggle in the morning before we get up. I rub and stroke River's breasts, feeling into the muscle beneath. "You're making it hard to get up." "Good." But she gets out of bed, puts her robe on, and goes downstairs to make some tea to soothe her throat. I linger and play with my semi-erect cock, one hand on my balls, one hand at the top, working together, then pull some clothes on and come downstairs.

River is sitting in a chair in the library by the front porch window. I sit on her and snuggle. "I could sneak off and have some sex with you right about now." She's waiting for her tea to cool. I look around the room. The kids often leave stuff all over the floor. A regular obstacle course. Today the window cushion is on the floor. Upholstered foam. Six feet long. Several inches thick. Just the right width. The idea comes out before I even know I have it. "There's a comfy cushion on the floor." "There is." Why has that not occurred to me before. Comfort is one of River's reasons for preferring the bed.

"It's quiet upstairs." She's right, it's a nice quiet morning with the kids still asleep. "Quickie?" She thinks. Again I don't dare wonder what she's thinking. It's never what I think she's thinking. Even though it seems we can often read each other's minds. "You can even keep your robe on." I'm checking the sight lines through the windows. I can see the neighbor's porch and a house across the street. "What else do you need?" "Nothing." I have a good view of our porch as I take my pants off. The window doesn't have a curtain. "I hope nobody comes up on the porch." "Nobody will." It's ironic hearing her say that. That's my line.

She lies down on the cushion and opens her robe and reveals herself. Everything in the right place. "I hope my thing works." "It will." My right hand does me. I'm still leaking from being with River earlier. I spread the fluid around with my thumb. My left hand does her. Feeling her wet pussy with my thumb, moving up to her clit. It's working. I'm jumpier than River when somebody coughs upstairs. "It was just a cough." But I want to get going before we miss out so I do the stick-in before I'm all the way hard but it doesn't take long to stiffen up after we start.

It's interesting having River a few inches off the floor on the cushion while my hands and knees are on the floor. Different than just having a pillow under her. "Having it a little closer?" That's not quite how I'd put it. It never seems far away. We always line up well. It's more like having her in an unexpected place. Even though I expect it. Again we stumble across something new together. We'll have to try this with some other positions. Butt. River on top. But I'm on top for this quickie.

"A quickie." I could come now. "But not too quick." I slow down and enjoy having River on the cushion, being in our library, the quiet morning. And just being with River. Speed up. "It's going to end soon though." We fuck until I come, then I bring my knees up onto the cushion between her legs. Missionary. Comfy. "I should have gotten up here with you earlier." I look at River, beautiful beneath me, her body framed by her robe. We need a t-shirt. I'm still wearing one. It comes off and she puts it to work. "I gave you the shirt off my back." "Yes you did."

We get up, River fastens her robe, I'm pulling my pants back on. Out the window a neighbor is painting the second story of his house. "I didn't even notice that guy." "He wasn't looking over here. He was just painting his house the same boring color." Again, that sounds like my line.

Before long the kids are awake and a delivery guy is dropping something off on the porch. We had good timing this morning.

My insecurities again. "I get to have an orgasm and you just get to drip all day long." "Gravity will get it out faster than that."

A nicely delivered quickie

We eat breakfast. Shower. The kids get situated. River closes the bedroom door. Unusual. Some smoochies and I feel it. That's amazing. I wasn't sure I had anything but River turns me on. Partway through warmup she has to go out and warn our five-year old daughter away. "Mom and dad need some time together." She's got it easy. It's not like I could go out with an erection and talk to her. I'm on top. Hands on her boobs. "My left hand isn't as coordinated. And it's harder to hold myself up." "You can sit on me." I put all my 149 pounds on her. "Like this?" "Sure." She arcs her hips up into me from beneath like she's fucking me. It's really nice. "So that's what it's like. I want to come back as a girl." "I recommend it." Why doesn't she want to be on top all the time? Then I remember her banging me in missionary and making me a missionary fan. Nice for both of us. Use my uncoordinated left hand on her clit. "I feel your warm fuzzies. They're connected to my libido." It's hard enough for a good stick-in. Sit up and hold River's lips open with my left hand. There's her vagina. Plunge in. But it won't go in with one thrust this time. "Not much oil for lubrication." "There's usually something to dredge out." "Two kinds of lubrication. Oil and goo." Her goo is nice today. Making nice gooey noises as we fuck. Slow, deep. I wonder whether River is having fun yet. I think she is. I've got my breathing in sync with the rhythm and it feels nice. River's legs are around me. "It's like riding you on the bottom." Inverse cowgirl. I tire and sit up. River arches for mini-v and we do it. But I have to stop before long, not because it's so stimulating but not very comfortable or satisfying to come in, but because I tire. Back to missionary. "That's really nice." "It's going to end soon." A few more convincing thrusts and I come, feeling each pulse deep inside. I wonder if River feels them. "That was a nicely delivered quickie."

For once I haven't put my shirt down the laundry chute after we shower. I wipe River off, going fairly deep for me, but I don't really get much. "It's usually in there pretty deep."

"I've got my priorities straight. Coffee, shower, quickie, gardening, ..."