“I’ve been thinking about you all day, my love,” he said grabbing me into his arms last night. My husband had just come in the door from a long day and was smelling dinner on the stove.
My son joined in the hug and asked “Oh, yeah, what were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about giving you a new little brother!” He replied with a smile and a punch to the gut. Fighting is the language of love between all of the men in our home. “Yep, he’ll look just like me, your mother, and you,” my husband continued on.
My son grinned trying to devise a witty comeback.
For at least ten minutes, the two of them argued about who would change diapers and watch the baby. My husband said it was my son’s job. My son said it was his stepdad’s job. Apparently neither of them thought it was my job. Interesting.
What was more interesting was how his statement affected me. I have no interest in having another child and neither does he. Together we already have plenty. But something about this sexy manly man saying those words made my pussy tingle in a foreign way… a way I’d never experienced. I never set out to have a child with my ex-husband, it just kinda happened like an oops. What would it be like to plan to get pregnant and to do it with the right man? And more, does my husband now desire that with me?
After dinner my husband and I took a steamy hot bath together. I told him about my surprising reaction. “It made my pussy tingle hearing you say those things. I can’t explain it.”
“I only said that because I couldn’t tell him I was thinking about fucking his momma all day!” My husband laughed then reiterated. “Promise, babe, fucking you is the only thing I was thinking.”
I crawled into his arms and rested in his embrace in the soapy water. My back to his chest, his chin on my shoulder, he kissed my neck and whispered that he loved me into my ear before reaching his hand further down to spread my legs.
The faucet was running hot water and he attempted to put my pussy under it.
“No, babe,” I snapped my legs closed. “The water is too hot. It’ll burn me.”
He turned the knob on the cold water to cool down the flow. “I want to see you cum like this.”
“What?” I looked at him. “I’ve never masturbated like this in front of anyone.”
He spread my legs again and pushed my pussy up to the stream. “I want to see it.” His fingers pushed my lips apart and steered the water towards my clit. I felt the rush of intensity instantly. I felt safe in his arms. This is love.
I closed my legs. “No.”
He opened them. “Yes.”
This wasn’t something we intended to do nor discussed, but the sexiness of the spontaneity made me more turned on than I let on.
I closed my legs and floated back to the other side of our whirlpool tub. “You know why I don’t want to do that? The orgasm from water is too fast. When I masturbate, I love to take my time and really get into my story. I don’t even need to be thinking sexy thoughts and that thing,” I say pointing to the water pouring from the antique copper faucet, “will make me convulse uncontrollably. And it’s not even fun for me. It’s too strong, too fast.”
“I understand.” My husband reached over and kissed me again. “I’ll get you off with my dick. How about that?”
I smiled, “That’s what I want.”
The truth is, I’ve never thought about letting him watch my faucet trick. It feels intimate now, like a fun little secret, and I do think we’ll do that one day. But considering I haven’t orgasmed in several days, I need the real thing. We’ll save the water works for sometime when I’m oversexed and having a hard time climaxing.
When I got out of the tub, I tied my white robe around my waist and reached for the coconut oil. Propping one leg on the counter and making sure he was watching, I started rubbing my pussy with the oil. I slowly dipped in and smoothed the greasy stuff all around making sure not to miss any spot. When my husband stood up to rinse off, his dick was already standing at attention. I couldn’t wait to get to bed.
But life happened, folks! I went to tuck our kids in and discovered my son doing something he’s not supposed to be doing. Our sexy moment turned into a parenting moment and by the time I calmed down and was ready to get back to basics, my husband was asleep. I turned out the lights, blew out the candle, and followed his lead.
It was pitch dark outside, and I was mid dream when I felt this hand on my crotch. First it was a light caress then a more direct attempt. I flipped from my back to my side to rid myself of the advance, but it didn’t work.
His body scooted up from behind. I felt a tender kiss on my neck and behind my ear. “I love you, Stella,” he whispered into the night.
There was a whiff of something. It wasn’t his cologne. It was pungent and startling like weed, and it was fresh like he had just smoked his pipe. My husband enjoyed his evening marijuana puff because it helps to settle his energetic mind so he can sleep. Rarely do I smell it in bed, though. He knows I don’t like the scent at all. Thank God he didn’t try to kiss me.
His hand pressed against my top leg pushing in to the side. Then I felt his dick stiff on my butt. Half asleep I seemed to understand what was happening yet I didn’t have the ability to act either way. I wasn’t into it nor was I against it. I just wanted go back to sleep.
His dick slid into me with total ease. Guess the coconut oil from earlier is still doing it’s job. He let out a solid satisfied moan like that was all he needed, like he reached the summit of the journey. If his cum is my medicine, then my pussy is his. His dick buried itself in my feminine chamber, and his arms embraced me pulling my body closer until I was completely captive, chained to my master.
He pushed inside a little deeper. I gasped. He didn’t move anymore.
“Damn, that’s heaven right there. That’s the most precious place on Earth.” His words are low and breathy. I can tell his just as sleepy as I.
Our bodies are connected as one. A moment passes, maybe two. Then the snoring starts. His dick was rock hard and shoved inside of my body yet he had fallen asleep. The medicine worked. He was at peace.