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The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!

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The clock on the living room wall read 11:50 p.m. Janine Ultman knew time was working against them. Her husband and long-time lover, Bryce Ultman, knew it too. So, as soon as she walked through the front door, they had to act fast.

It didn’t matter that she was still in the overpriced work clothes she’d so diligently put on earlier that morning.

It didn’t matter that he had been home since six, patiently waiting for her in the raggedy sweatpants and muscle shirt he often wore this time of year.

They had both had a long week and had every excuse to just curl up in bed, fall asleep, and wait until morning to do anything. But none of those excuses mattered because tonight was Friday night. And Friday night was their sex night. Even with only ten minutes to act, they had no excuses.

“Sorry I’m late, hun,” Janice told him as soon as she entered the front door.

“Don’t apologize yet. We still have time,” Bryce told her, meeting her in the foyer before she could remove her coat.

“We’ll be cutting it real close,” she warned him.

“I’m up for the challenge if you are.”

“I’d hoped you’d say that.”

She cast him a knowing grin. He grinned right back at her, his hands already on her shoulders as she set her coat aside. Bryce had been sitting on the stairs waiting for her, clearly fighting off the urge to fall asleep on the couch. She’d texted him a half-hour ago, letting him know that her meeting ran late and traffic was terrible. She didn’t think she’d make it back in time to maintain this special tradition of theirs, but they still had a chance. And it was a chance worth taking.

Janice didn’t bother hanging her coat up. She even tossed her purse aside, not caring that her phone needed to be charged. Bryce was already setting the mood, standing so close that she could smell the cheap aftershave he’d used that same morning. And he was drawing her closer in a way that allowed their body heat to become entwined. That always seemed to get their passions flowing, among other things.

He commenced the act with a soft, but intimate kiss. Janice responded by deepening it quickly, twirling her tongue with his and pawing his chest with both hands. Her first instinct was to lead him up the stairs to their bedroom. But then, she saw the clock out of the corner of her eye.

It read 11:52 p.m. Time was running out.

“The living room,” Janice gasped.

Bryce responded with a deep, masculine moan. That was his way of letting her know she got the message. And with no hesitation, he grasped her hips with both hands and led her into the living room, which was only a few steps away.

During this brief trek, she and Bryce shed their clothes. His casual attire came off the quickest, but he helped her catch up, peeling off that fancy blouse, skirt, and stockings that had gotten so itchy after a long day at the office. It helped that he’d become quite adept at stripping her. It was just one of the many benefits of maintaining this intimate tradition of theirs.

“It’s 11:53,” Janice said just as he removed her panties.

“Plenty of time,” Bryce said as he admired her now-naked body.

That added touch of confidence was a hell of a turn-on. Janice felt her heart race faster as certain parts of her body heated up. Bryce further fueled that fire by lifting her up in his arms, hitching her legs around his waist, and carrying her towards the couch.

More intense kissing followed.

More touching, caressing, and squeezing followed.

The hot feeling of skin touching skin added to the growing arousal. Janice felt the hardened flesh of his penis rub against her inner thighs. It was perfectly aligned with the growing moistness between her legs. Together, they were pulling out all the stops with their foreplay, embracing and groping one another’s naked bodies in all the ways they loved.

Time might have been working against them, but their bodies and their passions kept up. And when the moment came, she and Bryce seized it.

“I’m ready,” Janice whispered seductive into his ear.

Her husband responded with actions rather than words. Still gripping her hips, he laid her down on the couch and hitched her leg up over his shoulder. He then angled his body with hers, aligning the tip of his hardened penis with the wet folds of her vagina. And with a focused thrust, he entered her.

“Oohhh yes!” Janice beamed.

They were doing it. Their sex had commenced and the clock hadn’t struck midnight. Bryce let out another deep grunt of contentment, savoring that sweet feeling of their flesh fully entwined. But just initiating the act before the end of their official sex night wasn’t enough. Bryce Ultman never stopped with the bare minimum. That was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him.

“Hold on, love,” he told her, that confident undertone showing again.

With an energy not typical of a man who’d endured such a long week, he made love to her with extra fervor. Every thrust was a little harder. Every movement was a little faster. He also fully utilized his extensive knowledge of her body, using his thumb to rub her clit in a very specific way and making those deep, masculine noises that drove her so wild.

It sent Janice’s sex and her desires into overdrive. A flood of hot, raw sensations coursed through her body, bombarding her with the sweet pleasures of lovemaking. He was pushing to the brink of orgasm, knowing full well that it usually took a while for her to build to that point. Janice pushed with him, shifting her body in conjunction with every movement, every thrust and contortion complementing the breadth of this act.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clock read 11:58. Her heart raced faster and her body raced with it. She could feel an orgasm approaching, but it was still going to be close.

“Almost…there!” Janice gasped. “I’m so…so close!”

Sensing time running out, Bryce made the final push and shifted their bodies into a new position. He was now sitting in an upright position with her straddling his lap, both knees planted firmly by his thighs. Janice instinctively grasped onto his shoulders, her eyes locked with his, and began riding him hard.

She loved this position.

She loved just being able to vent her desires, working her hips while their genitals slithered sensually in a harmonious rhythm of flesh.

It was just what Janice needed to make it past that critical threshold. As she crossed it, sending her body past the point of no return, she dug her nails hard into her husband’s shoulder. And he caressed her face as that distinct orgasmic expression manifested before him.

“Ohhh Bryce!” she cried out.

“Jan…” he managed to get out.

Finally, they could stop rushing and just share in this powerful moment together. The rush of sensations shot through her body, that familiar orgasmic release washing over her. Her inner muscles throbbed, her back arched, and lower body shuddered in accord with every blissful wave.

She also felt Bryce climax with her. She felt his penis tense inside her just before releasing a thick stream of cum into her waiting depths. He’d clearly been holding back, just waiting for her to join him in this ecstasy that they shared on a weekly basis. Even though they shared it regularly, she and Bryce still cherished it. Because no matter what kind of week they were having, they always had something special to look forward to.

And just as Janice felt the orgasmic rush pass, she noticed the clock change from 11:50 p.m. to midnight. That made it official. They had met their deadline and maintained the special tradition of their sex night.

“We made it…just in time,” Janice said breathlessly.

“Yeah…cut it pretty close, though,” said Bryce, still holding her close as they shard a naked embrace

“But we did it! Friday night…is still our sex night.”

“And I intend to keep it that way,” he said with a confident grin.

“I love you,” she replie with a grin of her own.

“I love you too.”