It wasn't necessary for either one of us to say anything; she simply moved down so that she could position herself across my hips, take my erect and saliva-slick manhood in her hand, and raise up so she could position it at her entrance. Our eyes locked, and each of us knew the pleasure the other was feeling as she slowly impaled herself on my penis – stopping only when the dark vee of her pubic hair had merged with mine.

As long as we'd been married and as many times as we'd made love, it never did fail to amaze and delight me at how hot and tight she felt around me.

She held herself there for a few moments as both of us again took pleasure in our union. After a bit, she leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed next to my head before slowly raising herself up and letting nearly my entire length slip from her intimate grasp. When only the head of my penis was pressing against her, she lowered herself again, releasing a soft moan as my manhood filled her again. With the delightful orbs of her breasts available to me like that, I didn't wait any longer before cupping them in my hands. With her pregnancy and the birth of our children, they'd gotten a little larger – but were still as soft, yet firm, as they'd been the first time I'd been granted the honor of holding them. I softly ran my thumbs over her erect nipples and watched them grow a little longer and harder in response. I felt her deliberately clench her vaginal muscles, and couldn't help but release my own small groan at the pleasure of it. Smiling down at me, she began to slowly raise and lower herself above me: up until only my glans was inside her, then back down to take my entire length inside.

For my part, I continued playing with her breasts – softly caressing them from where they joined her body to her nipples, which grew even harder under my fingertips. We continued like that for many minutes; making love slowly, each of us pleasuring the other as we shared our love and our bodies.