Page 100 of The Soul Never Forgets

Cara climbs through the space between the two front seats into the back seat.

“What are you doing?”

“We’ve been married for nine years, had three babies, and we’ve never gotten naked and made out in the back seat of a car.”

She has sucked my dick in the front seat while I drove. More than once. That’s sort of like making out in the car.

“Get back here, birthday boy.”

I outweigh her by eighty pounds. It’s not nearly as easy for me to fit through the space so I clumsily climb over the glove compartment and fall into the seat next to her.

She leans toward me and her mouth lands on mine. Her kiss is demanding and passionate and untamed.

Damn, my wife is hot.

She leaves her seat and faces me, tossing one of her legs across my body. Straddling me. It’s been a while since she’s been on top. I like it. And I’ve missed it.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and rolls her hips, grinding against my hard cock through my trousers. I grab her ass cheeks in my palms beneath her dress and thrust against her in the same rhythm. “No panties?”

“No panties. Happy birthday.”

“Cara, that’s hot.”

“I thought you might like that.” She reaches for the button on my pants and yanks it open. “Now to get this out of the way.”

She lowers the zipper on my pants, and I lift up, pushing my pants down my thighs. “Happy to help you.”

“That’s a good boy.”

She unbuttons her dress and it falls open, revealing her gorgeous lace-clad breasts. A push-up. She knows that shit drives me crazy. “Red lace?”

She nods. “Just for you.”

“Red is my favorite on you.”

“That’s why I chose it.” She reaches behind her back and unfastens it. “But I know you like this even more.”

Her breasts fall out of her bra, and I cup them from the bottom, pushing them together, taking one nipple into my mouth and then the other. They’re smaller since she weaned our youngest son, but they’re still perfect to me.

Her head drops back and she moans. “I love the feel of your mouth on me like that. Why is it such a turn-on?”

“You’re ovulating, aren’t you?”

“Probably. It’s been a couple of weeks since my last period.”

“Everything turns you on when it’s that time.” Sometimes I know her body better than she does.

She rises on her knees and reaches between us, guiding the tip of my cock into her entrance. And then she slowly lowers herself and sinks down until I’m fully sheathed inside her.

“Ohhh. That feels so good.”

We’ve been married nine years. We’ve fallen into a routine of being mom and dad to our three boys. Somewhere along the way, being husband and wife to each other took a back seat. And sex… I love sex with my wife but it’s a regimen. It’s always at night in our bedroom. The door must be shut, the kids must be asleep. And we must be quiet. She shushes me when things get too loud because she’s always so afraid that the kids will hear us. If all of these things align perfectly, and we aren’t exhausted from parenting three energetic kids, then we might get to enjoy ourselves the way a husband and wife should.

Even soul mates struggle with balancing marriage, sex, and parenting.

But this… this isn’t routine. It isn’t regimen. There are no kids here to walk in on us. We can be as loud as we want. Say anything we like.

It’s simple but different and new. Exciting.

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