I Saved My Marriage With Morning Sex in Bed

The day had been as ordinary as all the ones before it. The evening was shaping up the same way. Working day after day had worn us down to dull edges. We sat listlessly while the TV droned on about what they called news. The rest of us ignored it. Sarah sat as bored as I did. We sat at opposite ends of the sofa. A few feet apart, but miles away. We had not connected in too long. There was love between us, though it had grown faint under the weight of a harsh world. The daily contact with indifferent people living indifferent lives. I knew in my heart we had to change our lives. Otherwise we would drift apart and become like everyone else. It would be a waste of two souls. The destruction of what had once been two loving people. Inside I felt my anger growing. But that would solve nothing and only bring more damage. I took a deep breath and let it out even more slowly. I picked up the remote and switched the TV off. A sudden silence filled the room. Sarah looked up from whatever she was doing and stared at me. “What did you do that for?” she said. I ignored the tone and smiled. “They aren’t saying anything. It’s just a string of sounds that drones on forever. I don’t want to hear it anymore.” Sarah looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I smiled again. “Please come sit next to me. Please?” Sarah hesitated. Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to understand what was happening. “Please?” I said again and held out my arms. With a questioning look she slowly moved toward me. She was as wary as a cat. Sarah finally sat next to me. I put my arm around her. She resisted at first and stayed stiff. I would be patient. Sarah looked at me now and then, still trying to figure it out. I just smiled back. It took hours. Her body began to soften. Gradually she leaned against me. I folded her into my arms. After more time her head lay on my chest. Sarah’s breathing slowed as she relaxed. The shape of our bodies matched. We melted together. She drifted off to sleep. She felt calm and comfortable in my arms. The lines had left her face. A soft glow took their place. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and took off what clothes I could. Then I covered her with sheets and blankets. I took off my own clothes and slipped in beside her. Once more I folded her into my arms. I felt her soft skin against mine. She was warm. We slept deeply. It was a restful sleep, powerful and healing.

Quiet Vow at Dawn

With dawn the next day I made a vow. The world would not take me and it would not take Sarah. If I could save anyone it would be us. I slipped out of bed. She stayed asleep. I started the coffee machine and waited for it to finish. I took the first sip. Yuck. This terrible stuff. Why am I drinking this? I poured it down the sink. Maybe it would work as drain cleaner. I dug through the cabinets until I found the French press we had gotten years earlier. The instructions were still with it. I measured the grounds and heated the water. The steaming liquid went into the carafe. I waited. When the minutes passed I pressed the plunger and poured a cup. I took a careful sip. There was a light foam on top. This was coffee. This was good. Without regret I dropped the old machine in the trash. I stood against the counter and savored the coffee. Sarah wandered into the kitchen. She wore a white tank top and a pair of my cotton shorts. Her breasts moved gently inside the shirt and the fly on the shorts showed her pubic hair now and then. Sarah looked beautiful even with her hair a little messy. I had not looked at her this way in too long. Shame on me. She saw the coffee machine in the trash. “What are you doing?” I said, “Come here and taste this.” Sarah walked over and I held the cup out. She took a sip, then another. I let her finish it. It was easy enough to make more. Sarah enjoyed the coffee. I said, “Please come over to me.” She answered, “Okay, but I’m not giving the coffee back.” Then she smiled. I had not seen a smile in a very long time. It was a beautiful smile, full of warmth. She walked over. I folded her into my arms and held her. She sighed and we stood together. She spoke. “We should have breakfast. I’ll get the cereal.” I said, “No, not today. Put the cereal with the coffee machine. I’m going to make poached eggs on toast for us this morning.” She laughed softly. “You know how to do that?” “Yup.” I fixed our food and we sat together at the table for the first time in months. No TV, no radio, just she and I talking. We were off to a good start. Sarah asked, “Would you make some more of this coffee please?” Once breakfast was over we cleaned the table. It was time to dress for work. My usual clothes were gray pants, a white shirt, and a dull tie. Today was different. I wore black pants, a blue shirt, and the loudest tie I owned. I would have to find louder ones. Sarah came out of the bathroom. The shirt and shorts were gone. She stood naked in front of me. I saw her clearly for the first time. She had a beautiful face, black hair, and large brown eyes. Gentle shoulders and delicate arms. There was a soft slope to her breasts that ended in small nipples. A flat stomach and round hips. Well-shaped legs and small feet. I smiled as I watched her. Sarah noticed and asked, “What are you looking at?” I smiled wider. “I’m looking at the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” That made her smile. She came to me and kissed me. A kiss we had not shared in forever. I watched as she dressed. She pulled on bright pink briefs. Her mound showed through the front. Sarah sat on the bed and began to pull on her pantyhose. I felt jealous of their touch. Those pantyhose would have to go. We would shop for stockings later. Next came her bra, a soft pink that cupped her breasts and showed her cleavage. Then a matching slip and camisole. Finally a medium blue dress that fell to her knees. Sarah slipped on medium black heels and we were ready. I had forgotten what it was like to watch a woman dress. The small things she did that added to the beauty already there. I would not make that mistake again. I would pay more attention from now on. “What would you like in your lunch today?” she asked. I thought fast. “Let’s meet at the deli and have lunch together today.” Sarah pulled her head out of the refrigerator, looked surprised for a second, then said okay. Just before we left I stopped and turned. I put my hands on Sarah’s arms and pulled her close for a kiss. For a second she looked puzzled. Then she met me halfway and it was wonderful. All those days and months we had missed. Missed sharing time and kisses. Missed being together. Such a waste, but no more.

I arrived at work and just smiled. No one else seemed to be. They all wore frowns or worse. When they spoke I heard only complaints. These were very unhappy people. They hated their lives and wanted to drag everyone down with them. They were not getting me today or any other day. I moved through the morning with a light heart and a smile. The others looked at me strangely, as if I had lost my mind. I thought I heard someone say “Bah, humbug.” It made me laugh. Lunchtime came and I practically skipped down the street. My heart was light. I was going to meet Sarah. I saw her on the street and ran up to her. I put my arms around her waist, picked her up, twirled her around, and kissed her in front of everyone. “Put me down,” she said. “Well, maybe not just yet,” she added. Sarah’s eyes sparkled in the sun. She smiled the way I did. This was working better than I had hoped. We sat at the deli and decided to try the daily special. I was not sure what it was, but I did not care. While we waited Sarah and I talked about our mornings. She was beginning to notice many of the same things. “How sad they are,” she said with real feeling. I placed my hand on hers and stroked it lightly. Sarah turned her hand over and our fingers linked. We had not held hands in such a long time. It felt good to do it again. We kept eye contact and shared a brief kiss across the table. Yes, I know public displays of affection are usually frowned on. I did not care anymore. Sarah asked, “What’s gotten into you?” I grinned. “It was the coffee.” We both laughed. Lunch tasted better than I remembered. The food had not changed, but our outlook had. That made the difference. Sarah asked, “What should we do about supper?” I thought for a moment. “I’ll cook this evening. The grocery store is on my way home. I’ll pick up what I need. Your job is to get some dry red wine.” Sarah nodded. We kissed again outside the deli and went back to work. I smiled for the rest of the afternoon and the time passed quickly. Then to the market. The market was almost as much fun as I had ever had. It was more than shopping. I was looking for food to prepare for someone I loved. Something meant to be shared and enjoyed. The basket filled with angel hair pasta, ground sausage, ground lamb, tomatoes, Kalamata olives, cheeses, green beans, olive oil, and crusty bread. Sarah’s wine would add to it. The basket was full. Time to go home and start the meal. I arrived before Sarah and began cooking. The sauce came first. I cooked down the tomatoes with onions, garlic, and herbs. Yes. Next the meatballs, a mix of both meats seasoned just right. They were large. Sarah arrived while I was deep in the cooking. I told her she had plenty of time and should change into something comfortable. Sarah went to the bedroom while I kept working. The kitchen air was full of flavors. I poured two glasses of wine and waited for her. She returned several minutes later. Her work clothes were gone. She wore one of my white tank tops and just her panties. The shirt was too large and her breasts showed. I said, “Well, that’s an unusual look for you. What’s gotten into you?” Sarah laughed. “It’s the coffee.” We both laughed. She sat and sipped wine while I worked. We talked and laughed and something that had been dying in us came back to life. I put out bread, olive oil, and cheese for us to snack on while dinner finished. It was a good time together. Dinner was ready. The table was set. Sarah and I sat next to each other instead of across the table. It was relaxing and we took all the time we wanted. We laughed and talked the way we had at lunch. I had forgotten what a wonderful and intelligent woman Sarah was. I remembered that had been one of the things I liked about her. How had we grown so far apart? Never again. This relationship mattered more to me than anything. I would work to keep it. Dinner ended and we had our fill. We cleaned the table, washed the dishes, and put away the leftovers. We went to the living room to relax with the wine Sarah had chosen. We kept talking. The TV never crossed our minds. I sat in the corner of the sofa and Sarah leaned against me. That had not happened in too long. There was a pause in our talk. Sarah looked up at me and I looked down at her. The words came out. “I love you, Sarah. I had forgotten how much. I will not forget again.” We met in the middle and kissed the way lovers should, full and deep. Soon she straddled my lap and the kisses grew more intense. My hands went around her waist and I pulled her closer. Sarah’s hands held my face and she drew my lips to hers. Her panties pressed against my growing cock. Sarah felt it and pushed her mound against me. In a rush of heat I tore the shirt open and reached for her breasts. She pushed harder against me. I slid my hand into her panties and found them wet. She pulled away. “Take me to bed and make me yours again.”

Renewed Heat in Bed

I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and removed what was left of the shirt and her panties. She was naked. I took off my clothes. She reached for me with her arms and eyes. I crawled over her and our lips met again. Sarah’s legs wrapped around me and pulled my hard cock toward her wet pussy. Her arms held my neck and kept my lips on hers. The first thrust felt magnificent for both of us. We both moaned. It had been so long. Now it was new again. Each time I pulled out her pussy lips clung to me as if to pull me back in. It had been so long since we made love. We were both ready to come. Sarah reached hers first and I followed soon after. We groaned loud with pleasure. She held me as if she would never let go. All I wanted was to stay in this moment forever. I rolled off her at last and lay beside her. I spoke. “Sarah, my dearest love, I had almost forgotten what it is like with you. I will never forget again nor will I ever let us grow that far apart.” Her reply came soft. “Yes, my love, I had forgotten as well, but no more. We will go forward from here and grow even closer.” The bed held us for a while. There were no more words, just kisses and holding. We had found each other again. Work would call tomorrow, so we slept. It was different now. No pajamas. Sarah’s bare body lay against mine. All the reasons I had loved her came back as we drifted off. Tomorrow was another day to renew what we had. The alarm brought the new day. Sarah lay next to me, warm and comfortable. I reached to silence the alarm. Instead of getting up she pressed closer and purred. “Yes, we have to get up, but I want morning sex.” I rolled her onto her back and moved between her thighs. Sarah’s legs opened and I entered her. Her breasts moved with each thrust. Her arms reached for my ass and pulled me deeper. Sarah was wet and warm. It felt good and we made love in the morning. She cried out when she came after several minutes and then I followed. It was going to be a good day. We had coffee and breakfast, then dressed for work. Sarah took pleasure in teasing me as she dressed. From her drawer she pulled a black lacy thong. She took her time pulling it up her legs. She knew I was watching. In the mirror she admired the view, tugging until it settled. She looked great. The white lacy bra came next. Her nipples showed faintly through the fabric. If she was not careful I would make us late. Sarah walked to me, bent over to show cleavage, and kissed me softly. She took one of my hands and placed it on her mound, rubbing it over the material while we kissed. I had felt energized before. Now I was fully charged. Sarah smiled and walked away. “Sorry, lover. You are going to have to wait until tonight. But I’m sure you will think about me all day.” I answered, “Well, that isn’t very nice. I will have to think of some way to make you pay for this.” She said, “You do that, lover.” It got worse. Sarah began to pull on black thigh-high stockings while I watched. She did it slowly and smiled the whole time. It was maddening. After that tease came black stilettos. Sarah strolled around pretending to fix her makeup and other small things. It was all meant to tempt me and it worked. She finished dressing and we were ready. I had to admit work was the last thing on my mind. Sarah had made that impossible. Just before we left I stopped her and pulled her to me by the waist. Then I pushed her against the wall. She squirmed a little but I had her. I looked into her eyes and she looked back. Slowly I leaned in and kissed her deeply. Sarah’s arms went around my neck and she returned the kiss. Her mouth opened and I explored. I pressed my hard cock against her and she moaned softly. Sarah ran her hand down my chest to my pants and pressed it against me. Now it was my turn to moan. We kissed and held each other a moment more. I pulled away and bit her bottom lip gently. I whispered in her ear, “Now you have something to think about too.” Her only answer was a wicked grin. We went to work. We decided not to meet for lunch but to work through it and try to leave early. There were no firm plans for the evening other than being together. At four I sent Sarah a text saying I was on my way home. Her reply came soon. She was already there and waiting. The trip home was a blur. I barely noticed the streets. My body moved on its own. My mind was already home with Sarah. The door opened and I stepped inside. There she stood. The work clothes were gone. All that remained were the bra, the thong, the stockings, and the heels. Sarah held two glasses of wine. She sipped from one and offered me the other. “What are you thirsty for, lover?” I walked to her, took her in my arms, and kissed her. I took the wine and sipped between kisses. We stood together, sipping and kissing. When the glasses were empty we set them on the counter. Now our hands were free. I ran my fingers up and down her back and slipped the bra straps off her shoulders. Her shoulders and neck received kisses and small bites. I did not remove the bra yet. I wanted to play and tease her. Now and then I ran my hands over her still covered breasts. All the while I kissed and nipped at her.