This morning, I was taking off my pajamas to put on some shorts to mow the lawn. My wife was taking hers off to get in the shower. I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter and fucked her.
No words were exchanged.
I kept eye contact with myself in the mirror behind her, occasionally noticing her feet flailing wildly in the periphery. She held onto me. In my imagination, I was taking her, using her for a moment of pleasure. I realized, in reality, that is exactly what it was. I pulled out just as I started to orgasm, and handed her a towel to clean up the mess of sperm left in her pubic hair.