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It had been almost two weeks since we had shared physical contact more intimate than a kiss. After a flurry of libido driven desire, The Wife cooled significantly. On top of that, her sister visited for a few days, and The Wife has this thing about banning sex when we have visitors (even though they have their own room, and we have our own).

Anyway, it was Saturday morning and while I was modestly hopeful we would be able to have some fun while the kids watched standard Saturday morning kids television, I was skeptical. My skepticism seemed well placed when she bounded out of bed and headed downstairs. I figured she was off to make breakfast, or clean the house, or build an addition, or solve world peace.

To my delight she returned a few minutes later and climbed back into bed with me. I coaxed her out of her nightshirt and showered her big tits with gentle kisses and caresses. She reached between my legs and began lightly tickling my balls the way I love. It was a wonderful to feel her skin next to mine, and to feel her hand gently tickling me. It was also an incredible turn on.

I suggested that I could better server her needs if she would remove the underwear she had been wearing under her night shirt. She informed me however, that it was “about that time of the month” and she didn’t think she should.

Now here is another one of her hang-ups. She thinks it’s taboo to have sex during her period, and i dont mean blowjobs. Now, I’m not one to even want to have sex when she’s flowing hard. But when she’s just having early spotting, I don’t see the problem.

So, I changed gears a bit and began to focus my attention more directly on her nipples. My hope was that I could get her aroused enough to let go of her hang-up and let me make love to her. As I worked on her nipples, I slid my hand down and started to gently tease her clit through her underwear. The attention, seemed to be having the intended effect. Within a few minutes I was able to convince her that we needed to make love.

I grabbed a towel and through it on the bed underneath us, and she removed the final barrier to my desire. I climbed on to the foot of the bed, and crawled my way above her, stopping to kiss a few places gently along the way. I hovered above her for a moment and then slowly slid my penis along her slit. Her lips parted somewhat hesistantly, but before I knew it, I was planted deeply inside her.

I began long slow strokes, sliding in and out of her. We spoke softly and looked into each others eyes as we made love. I kissed her lips, I kissed her breasts, and I kept a constant slow pace in and out of her.

With each stroke out, I made sure to remove myself from her completely. To completely break contact between my big cock and her pussy. And with each stroke in, I slid in slowly and at the fullest depth of my entry, I pushed in just a little more and ground my pelvis against hers. And then I’d start over.

I could sense her orgasm building and I began to spend more time fully penetrating her and grinding against her. I only pulled out partially, so she never lost contact with my erection. And I inserted slowly again, pushing deeply and grinding. I looked into her eyes and told her I needed her to cum for me. She smiled and closed her eyes, replying that would not be a problem.

Soon after her pussy was clamping down around my erection. I stopped moving, with my all my big cocks worth as deep as possible inside her. I let her squeeze me as her orgasm pulsed through her body. As she released her grip, I picked up my pace and within seconds deposited my cum deep in her pussy.

True to form, as soon as we were done, she ran to the shower. Making love to her is so fulfilling and so emotional. But I feel like she feels dirty when we’re done. I wish she’d just hang out with me, talk with me, cuddle with me. Who knows, there might be a second round of fun to be had, if she would only stick around. She can be an enigma.