We laid in bed last night connecting. I told my husband my big dreams again, this time clearer than ever before. I don’t generally talk this candidly. “I want to have a late night talk show with lots of laughs and drama and glam and fun,” I beamed looking up at the ceiling fan in our dimly lit room. “It’ll be a weekly show, well written by strong yet fiercely feminine women and distributed on Netflix or Hulu or something like that. Our audience will be professional women who are seeking more joy in life.”
He might have fallen asleep somewhere between women and joy, but my bustling cackle of a laugh stirred him back to our room and into the conversation. “Oh yeah?” his automatic reply, “Sounds like you’re getting ready to leave me!”
“Is that what you hear? No, not at all. I need you. You’re my man, and you’re going with me.”
“Well, I take care of our life here, our second home is on you and your new career,” he said, shutting his eyes slowly.
I could tell he was drifting fast. “Hey, you can’t go to sleep yet,” I shouted. “We still need to fuck today. If we don’t, our sex challenge failure will reach a two-digit all time high.” That cackle laugh again. I was serious and seriously funny. “Dang March is not the mouth of sex, now is it?” My mood was light and my voice was that of a comedian cracking jokes in her own bed at night. My husband looked at me in disbelief.
“We can fuck, but you gotta stop that laugh. It’s turning me off.”
I laughed again, this time with more gusto, “What, my laugh isn’t sexy?” I grabbed his slightly erect dick and attempted to shove it into my mouth, gagging not even half way down. When I pushed it back out, I laughed hard again.
“It’s not that, babe. It’s never a turn on when I woman laughs when your dick is in her hand.” He laughed at his own statement realizing the silliness of his truth.
I jerked at his dick again, this time trying to seduce him only partly. My mood was too damn high, too damn funny to land safety on sex without a longer runway. “Well, I need to swallow your cum or something,” I said looking back up at him with a compromise. My eyes twinkled, the way they will when the stage lights hit them and my stories move mountains in women’s hearts. “We have a daily quota to meet.”
“You gotta actually want my cum, sweetheart. I’m a bit too tired to give it to you without your help.” He grabbed his dick and pointed it at me like it was a microphone. “So, get down on it. Get down on it. Get down on it. Get down.” He chanted the song a few mores times smiling a cheesy grin of relief and exhaustion. We’re back to being happy again even if desire has taken a back seat for the evening.
“I can’t, babe. I can’t pretend like I’m horny. I guess double digits is our new reality. I love you, Mr. 10 fucking days without sex in 2019. Good night.” I said rolling over to my side of the bed.
Sugar plum fairies swept in and showered me with warm thoughts of my dramatic, energetic future reminding me of my lifelong dream. I’ve felt so far from that destiny for far too long that being near to it again gave me the deepest feeling of finding hope. I’ve still go it. My goddess is still here.
“You gonna sleep through the alarm?” My husband whispered into my ear this morning. His hands had already found my breasts buried beneath my black pjs. The tired guy from last night was alive and well, ready to cash in on the half-hearted cum swallowing invite from 8 hours before.
“Oh, that’s how you’re gonna wake me?” I was a little peeved and hadn’t opened my eyes yet. “How about a Good morning, my love? Or a How about I go get the boys up?”
“You’re right, my queen. Good morning! How about I get the boys up.” He said leaving the bed at once, slipping on his white robe and making his way to the double door of our bedroom.
I wanted to ask him if he could start boiling my morning water for coffee, but I decided not to push it. To my grateful surprise, he did it anyway, woke up the kids, and was back in our bed within mere minutes wanting to cuddle again, this time his version of connect.
He kissed my neck and my hair and rubbed his hands all over my breasts squeezing my nipples to my aggravation. “Sorry, sweetie,” he kept saying. “My playing always turns into pinching. Your titties are just so damn good.” He lightened his touch. “The way you put them on me the other night, rubbing them all over my chest and in my face. You made me cum so well not because of your hand or your mouth. I mean.. that was great, of course, but you seduced me with your entire body. You were horny and sexy and so fucking desirable. Your breasts are amazing.”
“I can’t believe we made double digits last night. 10 days,” I changed the subject.
“Babe, you mouth was on my dick. I think that counts for something. In fact, if we weren’t having sex and we’d only done what we did last night, I’d count that as a minor blow job. Who cares if I didn’t cum.”
He was right. We did initiate sexual contact last night. All hope in our year sex challenge is not lost. I gave him an approving look.
The kettle went off in the kitchen. It’s like my second alarm every morning.
“I gotta get up,” I sat up and flashed a provocative smile. It was time for mommy duty in the kitchen.
He pouted but let my body go staying under the covers himself and picking up his phone.
Twenty minutes later I was back in the room.
“Cuddle?” I chirped, taking off my top.
“Of course,” he said making room for me on his side of the bed. The kisses started followed by the groping and grunting of a horny spoiled married man. “But I want that pussy, Stella. I want to spread your legs and fuck you until you scream with delight. I want to make that pussy sing.” He held my body tight and thrusted his throbbing dick on me.
“Too bad, she’s a bit preoccupied down there,” I smirked, “But I can’t wait to cum again. It’s been almost two weeks.”
“Then you’ll have to swallow my cum right now. Promise it’ll be fast!”
“Sure.” I said resisting the urge to laugh at that, “And I won’t dare crack a joke.”
I got into the position, stroked his chest with deep admiration, whispered a few sexy thoughts into his ear and opened my mouth when he was good and ready to deliver his juicy load.