Another fine send-off

Well, I'm on the road again. So, of course, that means Jane and I did the dirty deed last night. Finally. Hell, it's been almost forever. Between being sick and the baby and moodiness and whatever, well, there just hasn't been any bumbing and grinding going on in the Winky household. That changed last night.

Jane had announced in the morning that she wanted to do "the sex thing." I was working at the computer trying to meet a deadline last night, and Jane put Miller to sleep. She was also watching Tom Cats, a movie I'd never seen and felt compelled to watch while trying to pound on the keyboard and sound intelligent with words. Finally, the movie ends and the baby is asleep... only he's asleep on our bed and Jane has uttered something about just going to bed. "Move the baby," I suggest. She does, and I scamper off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She lights a few candles, and I've loaded up hits of the 80's on the stereo. We end up cuddled next to each other in the bed, the baby sleeping in the crib for the first time in weeks.

Pretty soon we're caressing each other, chatting. She's wearing a thing she borrowed from Anne. I made some comment and it was a bad move on my part. First she's offended and then starts comparing me to Sam. His equipment is smaller than mine, but he evidently kisses much, much better. Jane reminds me of this often. After a while, and who knows how long it was as we were laying there in bed caressing each other and talking, I was hard and then Jane was wet, and then she climbed on top of me, grinding her self into me, my cock hard and straining. Pretty soon we were ready and I begged to be inside her and she slid me in and then we were rocking; she fingered herself as my cock slid in and out of her wetness. I licked and bit at her dangling breasts and nipples; I drowned in flesh. We ended up coming together.

To say it was nice would be an understatement. Vanilla, sure. But nice. And we cuddled together for the rest of the night; sometime around five we were about to go again when the baby decided it was time to be in the big bed. Ah, well, all things are nice.