“Is it in?” Travis asked.
“It’s in,” I replied as I started pumping my dick in and out of his ass. I went fast right from the outset; it had taken me so long to get hard that I needed to make sure I got to the climax as quick as possible before I lost my erection again. “Can’t you tell?”
It was Wednesday night, sex night. We didn’t have sex every week, not these days. But when we did it was always on a Wednesday. Mainly because neither of us had anything on, and there were no good TV shows that came out that night. And maybe in part because that was my regular gym day, so after an hour or so of being surrounded by so many fit guys I’d often come home a little turned on and hopeful for some action.
Right now my husband was lying face-down on the bed, his legs spread and his head to one side. I was on top, my torso propped up by my arms like I was mid push-up, my hips between his legs as I humped his ass.
“Fuck, it feels good,” I said as I fucked him furiously fast, like a jackhammer. Well, like a jackhammer except not as hard. Maybe more like the needle on a sewing machine. “Fuck, I’m close already.”
Travis was silent. The whole room was silent apart from my breath puffing and the rapid rhythm of my hips smacking against his ass.
Travis grabbed his phone and unlocked it. He propped himself up on his elbows and started looking at something on it; I couldn’t see what it was though because the screen was obscured by his head.
Not that it mattered, I was too preoccupied with the sex. I guess it’s a good thing that one of us was, at least.
When I heard a moan, for a brief half a second or so I thought it was coming from Travis. I thought maybe I was hitting the right spot to get a reaction out of him. But I quickly realised from the tinny, distant sound of it that the moan was actually coming from Travis’ phone.
He was watching porn while I fucked him.
At first I felt a little offended he’d do that mid-sex. And then I felt a little despondent that the sex was so bad he needed to. It made me feel inadequate, surplus to requirements.
I’m not sure if I climaxed in spite of that realisation, or because of it. Either way, I felt the surge of my orgasm coming. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to… cum!”
