My wife had gone to bed. Katrina was sitting in the narrow hallway, on a stool at the writing desk that doubles as a dresser, brushing out her amazingly long hair. Returning from the kitchen with a glass of water, I had to squeeze past her. I paused to say a friendly goodnight-and-happy-new-year, and instead of turning she looked up and back over her shoulder at me. Seeing her face upside down was like seeing her for the first time. She suddenly looked very kissable. I figured I could get away with a Happy New Year Kiss. Lucky me, it turned out to be a whole lot more than the quick peck Id expected, but a long lingering kiss on the lips. As I realised she wasnt breaking off the kiss, her lips parted a little and I found her tongue. My cock lurched. As we probed each others tongues, she draped her raised arms about my neck, and I brought my hands round her body and settled them on her breasts. Hard to see shape under her baggy winter sweater, but they felt comfortable and firm, and not at all small. She wasnt wearing a bra, and the feeling of kissing her and holding her breasts was a sensation I hadnt enjoyed for an age.
My wife had for some time been indifferent to sex - not refusing, but not participating either - and wed fallen into a rut. She always went to bed first, and when I joined her Id just lube up my cock with saliva, slip into her from behind and use her cunt to wank myself off while she i... Læs hele novellen
