Due to our relocation, we moved from a house into a very nice apartment complex. We forgot just how thin the walls are in these things and eventually we got a friendly reminder.
Returning home from a week long business trip, my wife reminded me to call her once I got home and parked. She claimed this was so she could turn off the apartment’s alarm system. It was after 2 am when I got home. The closer parking spaces were already taken forcing me to park some ways off. I called and informed her I was on my way inside. Rolling my suitcase would have been too noisy so I opted to carry it down the sidewalk. As I turned the corner to walk up the breezeway to our unit, my wife’s head was peeping out of our dimly lighted doorway. A giant smile was on her face and I quickly realized why.
My wife, my completely nude wife, darted from the doorway and down the breezeway. She jumped onto me, locking her arms around my neck and planting a sweet wet kiss on my lips. I dropped my suitcase and with both hands palmed her beautiful brown ass cheeks. She grabbed my hand and told me to get my bag as she towed me into the apartment. Once inside, she began unzipping my pants and pulling both them and my underwear down. Next, arms up as she took off my shirt. A few seconds later and I was nude and hard.
My wife pulled me into the bedroom and told me to lay on my back. She straddled me and began kissing me like I had just returned home from a months deployment. We kissed passionately as I traced my finger around the outlines of her hips and torso as a droplet of her essence fell into my stomach. She reversed her position. Her thighs surrounded my face exposing her swollen, long lips. I lifted my head and with two fingers, parted them so I could properly taste her pink inner flesh.
Eventually, she wanted me inside of her and she slide down. Leaning forward, her distinct wet “smack” of her lips parting had my undivided attention. She reached back, grabbed my swollen manhood and inserted me into her. Now in full reverse cowgirl, holding my ankles and rocking her ass in search of her G-spot. She moaned like I haven’t heard and she was loud. She sat up tall and picked up her pace, thrusting with force. The large wooden headboard of the king-size bed tapped the wall hard as the springs squeaked under our pressure. I actually began to get concerned about the noise and suggested we switch positions or go to the floor. Reluctantly, she agreed and laid down a thick blanket and got on all fours. I mounted her and we continued our s3xual adventure. But she could find her spot again. Mildly annoyed, she slowly disconnects from me and said “finger me now! ”
She went into a modified downward facing dog, opening her legs to the max, raised her ass higher while outreaching her arms and laying her forehead on the blanket. I inserted my two fingers into her dripping wet pool and curved them so they hit her spot. My other thumb massaged her perineum. I found her spot and with my strokes, it began to pulsate and grow. She swayed and her moisture levels increased. White cream gathered around my fingers and then a loud, “Baby, I’m cumming, Right there, That’s it! Oh, Man!” Her body lurched forward leaving behind my soaking wet fingers. She dropped flat to floor and spread eagle as her legs trembled and her fingers spread wide on her outreached arms. What an amazing visual I thought to myself as I gathered my wife and laid her on the bed.
The following day was both funny and awkward. That morning heading to work, I ran into our neighbors whose bedroom is on the opposite side of the wall to our unit. When I came home to grab lunch, it was the pastor and his wife who lives in the apartment right above us that I exchanged pleasantries with. When I returned home that evening from work, a slip of white paper was wedged into the front door of our apartment. It was from the main office. They often leave the residents notices this way. I opened it up and the words “Noise Reminders” in large font at the top of the page caught my attention. Below it, a list of rules including a highlighted “Quite hours begins promptly at after 10 pm and end at 9 am”. Was that about us? I initially hid the letter from my wife. I did not want to ruin my s3x life just yet! I eventually showed it to her that night and her response of “do you think I care” was extremely rewarding. Luckily, that notice did not interrupt my good luck!
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