A Very Merry Christmas Indeed Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Very Merry Christmas Indeed Part 1

... consistent if vanilla. Once or twice a week, Jeff would take her in missionary. If Annie were lucky, she would cum first, but it didn’t always happen. She didn’t mind, though. She still enjoyed being with him and how much he seemed to enjoy it.

Over the years, though, they had slowed down, which was natural. Jeff didn’t have the same drive now that he was in his mid-thirties, and Annie had gained some weight with her pregnancy. These contributed to the current status quo of sex about once every four to six weeks. Neither of them seemed to be perfectly happy with it, but it was hard to break the routine after a while.

Around a year earlier, Annie had gotten her promotion and, with it, a significant amount of free time in the mornings without having to prep lesson plans. She had been determined to regain the confidence she had lost when she gained weight during pregnancy. Since then, she had gone back to exercising like she had in college, and she had gradually gotten back to her pre-pregnancy weight for the first time in nearly eight years.

She was very pleased with the progress she had made. Her tummy had become flat, her legs toned, and her face looked several years younger than her age of thirty-two. Despite being in much better shape, her confidence in her looks still felt like she was the bookish girl in high school. The other thing that had come with her getting back in shape was a steadily increasing sex drive. Unfortunately, her lack of confidence was ...

... reinforced by the lack of sex in her marriage. Despite some efforts, they couldn’t seem to break out of their rut.

Annie wiggled against Jeff again with a little more force, trying to get his attention. She felt him start to stiffen against her as he shifted to get comfortable. Jeff had been working long hours and had been extra stressed since one of the chain hardware stores had opened in town. Hardy’s was doing well, but Jeff was feeling the pressure. She knew that stress was contributing to why he was so tired… and their sexual issues.

Jeff’s hand found her hip as she put pressure against his shaft to keep stimulating him. He was slow to pick up on what she wanted. It had been a difficult adjustment when they had gotten married. To just be allowed to have sex suddenly. The guilt didn’t go away when they had walked down the aisle. Even now, she wasn’t comfortable being the one to make too obvious of an effort to initiate sex. She had spent such an extended portion of her life with anything sexual being sinful that it was hard to break from that and admit that she needed him so badly. It was supposed to be the man who wanted sex. Women weren’t supposed to crave it.

It had been weeks since they last made love, and she was craving him and the fullness that came with him being inside her. They had maybe fifteen or twenty minutes before the time he usually got up to get ready. She leaned back against her husband, trying to get him to take the hint and hurry. She turned her leg ...