Luck Was A Lady This Morning

Fat man sitting on a little stool
Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you
Hands me the ticket smiles and whispers good luck
Cuddle up angel cuddle up my little dove
Well ride down baby into this tunnel of love

  ~ Bruce Springsteen, Tunnel of Love, 1987

It came out when I was still fairly newly married, back when we used to **** like bunnies.  But he wrote it as his marriage was disintegrating, as evidenced by the melancholy lyrics to Brilliant Disguise on the same album.  Love is a tricky thing, something we too often take for granted when we have it, and mourn when it's fled. 

I was listening to the CD in the car stereo this morning as I headed out to judge a speech and debate tournament.  My husband had put it into the car's player, because he was driving earlier while I slumbered.  That was the deal; he'd drop our boy off at the crack of dawn in exchange for me taking judging duties during the day.  You know what a night owl I am, so it was not a tough choice to say yes.  I'd much rather sleep in and work hard once I've risen.

I got up a bit early to check email before heading out.  I read a nice note from a gentleman whose wife has been rather depressed lately.  He had some good news.  And he used an expression that made me laugh.  He's British, you see.  He said "Blimey, I thought, my luck is in!"  He was referring to his ability to have some fun with his morning wood.

We had sex before she went. I woke with my usual predicament and rolled over towards her. Our feet touched and she jumped. "What's the matter" I said, she replied "you tickled my foot". Now, call me Mr Obvious-of-the-one-liners, but I quipped "I'm going to tickle you somewhere else" and proceeded to slide my hand down her tummy to caress her ***** through her panties in hope of some cure for my sexual desire.  Recently she has, as you know, shown little interest and I was half expecting her to say she has to get ready for work, or something similar.  She did not say that, she said mmmmm.  Blimey, I thought, my luck is in! I became a bit of an animal telling her what I wanted to do and she was responding to my touch by bucking around under my arms. I inserted a finger, then two, and started to finger her and suck on her nipples a little more aggressively than I would normally. She reached a small climax quite quickly as she thrust her hips up to meet my hand.  I played with her a little while longer, but soon moved into what is often our morning position, her legs up and back with me under them at 90 degrees to her body. I insert my **** into her already very wet ***** and began to **** her at a nice medium-fast pace. I was caressing her tummy, thighs, breasts and ****, and kissing her arm, hand and leg, as I continued. Her moaning was becoming louder and she was starting to writhe around. I wanted her to come again before I did, so thinking I may not last (because it has been a while you know) I told her to play with her **** as I play with her breasts and squeezed her nipples. She did, and soon had the biggest ****** she has had in a while; my ****, my balls and the bed were soaked! I think she actually squirted, which she has not done for a while.  I was wrong, btw way, I did last and continued to **** her for another several minutes!  She may be back! :-)


I recalled that phrase about his luck being in as I drove this morning, listening to The Boss sing about The Tunnel of Love.  You know, the line where the guy whispers "good luck"?  It made me recall the expression "get lucky" about having sex.  It's so often applied to men, but I know plenty of women like me who would consider it quite good fortune to get ******.  As it is, my husband cannot perform in the morning.  It's just a no go.  He can sometimes - very briefly - get hard in the evening, but it's never a sure thing.  And he's loathe to try Viagra because he doesn't like taking medicine.  I feel a little sorry for myself because of that, even though he has given me a hall pass to satisfy my needs elsewhere.  It would be nice to be with someone who truly loved sex, who needed it at least a fraction as much as I do. 

Don't get me wrong; I celebrate my gentleman friend's good luck and his lady's resurging libido.  I hope the two of them have many such happy encounters.  But I'd like to get lucky too.
milkynips milkynips
46-50, F
Dec 1, 2012