As anyone with children knows, the most precious commodity in the world is ‘time.’  Raising three daughters, ages 6 and twins aged 4, is a full-time job, as any mother will tell you. 

Add more time to devote to a loving, totally understanding husband working long hours of shift work, often with mandatory overtime in a stressful, demanding occupation as a police officer.

After our first child was born, I still managed to balance work and being a new mother.  (More from my parents babysitting Adelaide while I was working 10-14 hour days!)  Since college, when I was a long-distance runner (rather than a sprinter) on the track and field team, jogging was my preferred exercise.  I averaged eight miles daily, taking 50-55 minutes.  Despite long days at work, I still jogged during my lunch hour, which kept me fit and trim and, after the birth of our daughter, helped me quickly lose the baby weight I gained during my pregnancy.

All that changed after the birth of our twin daughters, Abigail and Allison.

The biggest change was that my husband and I decided our family’s best interest would be best served if I stepped back from being an attorney in contract law to become a full-time mom.  My love for my husband grew only deeper and stronger as a result.

However, I quickly discovered my jogging routine was no longer possible with three girls.  It had to change.

I always had a high sex drive. Fortunately, I’m blessed with a husband with an equally insatiable drive.  We were the perfect match and, even after the birth of our girls, we made it a point to meet each other’s sexual needs and desires.  However, children are followed by diminished sexual opportunities, especially as they get older and more aware of their surroundings.  Gone were the days of spontaneity and, to some degree, sexual exploration.  Additionally, both of our physical fitness regimes had been severely compromised through the same lack of time and opportunities.

My husband listened attentively and supportively to me as I explained our dilemma.  He then suggested a possible solution.  Perhaps the perfect answer to our conundrum.  And, we didn’t even have to leave our bedroom!

I won’t lie.  I was scared and nervous at first as he outlined his proposal.  Despite his muscular build and strength, what he proposed didn’t seem possible or remotely feasible on his part.  Nor was I sure either of us possessed the stamina and endurance required for its success. 

However, we both agreed to try it and see how it worked out.  As he pointed out, “Who knows? If it works, it might become a regular part of our sex play!”

Evening started as every other night did.  Routine is important when raising a young family.  Part of the ‘time management’ I mentioned earlier.  Dinner, family time in the living room, and out on the patio watching fireflies dance around under the oak trees that shaded our backyard during the day.  Moonlight shining through the leaves.  It was incredibly romantic as we snuggled against each other, holding his hand and squeezing fingers tightly interwoven.  Soon (too soon, the girls, especially Adie, protested!) it was time for the children’s baths, then their bedtime.  After the three girls were ‘tucked in’ for the night, we finally had time to ourselves!

Our time out on the patio had set the tone with my juices and anticipation flowing!  A couple of glasses of Cardinale American sweet red wine from the California vineyards of San Antonio made me even more relaxed and receptive to my husband’s seduction.  It wasn’t long before we were in our own bedroom, behind a locked door, necessary, as we learned the ‘hard way’ sometime earlier.

Almost immediately, my husband pulled me tightly into him.  Nuzzling my neck, nibbling my earlobes, and reaching in front of me, he squeezed my tits through the cotton fabric as I frantically tried to unbutton my blouse.  At the same time, I could feel his hardness through his jeans, pressing hard against my ass.  Anal was a favorite for both of us, and I was sure he was hinting.

It didn’t take long for us to shed our clothes, which remained strewn on the floor where they fell.  Soon afterward, both of us were wrestling on the bed, and lips pressed tightly together, tongues swirling while fingers roamed and probed.

I started to make my way down to his groin as I stroked his hardness playfully.  My husband knew my intention.  We’d been married long enough for me to know that my husband would never turn away any sexual advance I made; he was partial to fellatio.  In that regard, he was no different from other men I had previously known ‘intimately.’  I began to lower my head down onto his engorged muscle of love, ready to take him into my warm, waiting maw, eager to taste his seed as soon as it began seeping out from his glans.

Unexpectedly, my husband pushed me away while uttering, “No.”

“What?  No?” I replied.  “What the hell?” I added, my eyes showing disappointment.

“Know what we were talking about earlier?”

“Yes.  Are you suggesting we try it now?  Are you sure?”

“Why not now?  You’re the one who spouted off about missing spontaneity!”

“True, but about our daughters?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’re fast asleep by now.”

Kind of reluctantly, I acquiesced.  “O.K., but promise to keep a tight hold on me.  If anything bad happens, I’m going to blame YOU.”

He had me stand, facing him.  A few moments later, his powerful arms upended me and pulled me upward.  I quickly managed to position my thighs over his broad shoulders, locking my ankles together to provide an added measure of support.  Nonetheless, I could easily tell our position was precarious at best.

It didn’t take long for the mutual satisfaction party to begin.  While we had both performed simultaneous oral sex on each other in the past, to be honest, 69ing was not my favorite thing.  I guess I just preferred to pleasure him or for him to pleasure me.  In my opinion, I told him, mutually pleasuring each other simultaneously somehow diminishes both.

The ‘party’ began with him performing cunnilingus on me; somehow managing to expose my swollen clit from under its hood and flicking his tongue against it, while maintaining his grip.  I was already quite wet, and I felt his tongue flicking and delving deep into my moistness, trying to lap the juices that were beginning to flow freely.  Soon his deftly handled tongue was not only eliciting my vaginal juices, but my soft moans of exquisite pleasure.  I felt the tension of an impending orgasm building within me

While he initiated the journey to ecstasy, a delicious, long, thick, erect cock pointed straight at my mouth.  I managed to maneuver myself so that his penis was level with my mouth.  After sucking his manhood into me, I reached behind his back to provide the leverage I needed to begin performing fellatio on him.  It didn’t take long for my soft moans to be joined by his more primordial grunts of pleasure as I worked his cock back and forth in my mouth and down my throat.  I tasted the first drops of his seed seep into my mouth, wetting my taste buds for more and increasing my sexual appetite.

I began to squirm uncontrollably as my orgasm began to approach.

He increased his grip on me, but it became more difficult to hold onto me.  This was exacerbated by our center of gravity and balance being decidedly skewed off-center and out of kilter.  Our position was, to put it mildly, precarious!

At first, my husband’s solution seemed to be working.  After a rough, awkward start, he was getting the strength training desired while we both benefited from the cardio.  Our flowing juices, beginning to flood our palates, were a bonus.  We soon sank into a mutually satisfying rhythm.

Occasionally, our excitement would cause unexpected movement with adverse consequences.  I have always been ‘animated’ (as well as vocal) during sex, and his talented tongue began to produce the predictable results as I started to buck wildly as his tongue, and, occasionally, his fingers probed and flicked in and around my swollen pussy.

"Hold still," he commanded in a low voice, trying desperately not to make too much noise.  It was quickly followed by "Be careful" as my motions caused me to abrade his thick erection with my teeth.

Everything was working as both had hoped it would until that sudden, quite unexpected knock on the locked bedroom door.

"Mommy?" our daughter Adie uttered, quietly and innocently.

My startled husband released his grip, followed by me, his startled wife, falling to the floor with an unmistakable ‘thud’ as my head hit the hardwood floor, softened only by the thin carpet.

At the same time, my ‘wounded’ husband screamed, "OUCH," nursing a penis roughly ‘skinned’ by teeth as it was pulled suddenly out of my mouth.

Two parents, trying desperately to hide their bruises and maintain their composure, open the door.

"Yes, Adie? I asked softly.  “What is it?”

Needless to say, Adie’s interruption ended any further exploration for the rest of the night!

The next morning, we talked at the breakfast table about the catastrophe that had ended only hours before.

"Perhaps our plan was not such a perfect idea after all?" my husband asked, upon reflection.

“No, I wouldn’t say that.  Perhaps the timing was ill-planned?” I responded.

We both laughed at the abruptly ended “Glorious Failure,” as we quickly named it. 

That didn’t mean we didn’t try it again at a more opportune time!