“I’m so sorry, babe,” my husband says this morning in bed. We both are on our side and looking each other straight in the early morning eye. “I think I drank too much last night.”
“You think?” I teasingly snap back. “Why didn’t you just come home when I did?”
“I didn’t think I stayed that much longer, but something about a burning a fire and sipping a few drinks made time fly by.”
My husband has been building one of our businesses by hand, literally. It’s going to be an RV Park off the water here. It should be absolutely fabulous when he’s done and slap full of tourists looking for milder winters and warm summers. Lately he’s been clearing and adding drainage to the 7-acre property we purchased over a year ago. It’s full of beautiful trees and wildlife. He’s trying to make it the perfect vacationer paradise, one hard day at a time.
Last night was so lovely. We sat out on the property together, just the two of us. We left the kids at home. He propped me up on the tailgate of his truck and poured me a glass of pinot. I ordered take out from our favorite burger place and delivered it myself. We shared the pepperjack mushroom dream burger since it’s as wide as my husband’s hand and taller than our mouths can stretch. The fries were cold and stale but the burger was simply divine. We scarfed it down between kisses and great conversation.
My husband is a dirty working man. He doesn’t stop moving, and when he does he falls fast asleep. I’m his exact opposite, the yin to his yang, a prissy glam girl who does a lot of reading and thinking and writing and planning and designing and daydreaming and coffee drinking and talking and lately at lot of sexing.
If he were a car, he’d be a 70’s muscle car, you know the ones that you gotta keep revving at a stop light. “I don’t idle well,” my husband always jokes. “I’m either on full throttle or I stall out.”
He says that I’m a luxury car. You keep me under the protection of the garage, nice and pretty and shined up, so that when you take me for spin, I perform perfectly. “I idle, I speed, but you gotta take really, really, really good care of me.” I laugh back. He nods in agreement.
Out at the property, our personalities come into play. I sit on the tailgate, sipping my wine and dreaming new dreams, telling new stories, making profound realizations, yet keeping the energy light and enjoyable. He’s up stoking the fire, cutting logs, dragging branches, and raking the leftovers. Progress is being made all around me.
And he loves it this way. He loves perching me up and letting me entertain him with my feminine presence while he works. He loves looking up and seeing my bright smile and perky nipples at attention in my thin sweater. Between each batch of debris for the fire, he’d turn to me, nestle between my legs and kiss my face passionately. “God, I love you, Stella. You are my queen. I can’t imagine what I did in life to deserve you.”
“I love you too, babe. We make a great team.” I take another sip of wine. “What are you going to do with yourself once the RV Resort opens?” I ponder.
“I’ll start another business for us.”
My pussy tingles. How did I get so lucky? I wonder. So far, it’s the first business I’ve ever owned that has required none of my attention yet. My husband’s doing all of the work.
“I’ll be building another dream during the week and flying high on the weekends to fuck my superstar wife where ever she happens to be.”
“No, you’ll be living with me,” I pout. “I don’t want to be apart from you.”
“And we gotta fuck everyday, don’t we?” He chuckles as he walks away in search of another burn load in the dark. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” His voice trails off.
The fire burns bright in front of me and flaming pieces of glitter dance from the top of the smoldering stack into the night’s clear black sky. Life is good.
We dream of building a mansion in this area, off the water and between the weeping trees. It’ll be a magnificent home, and we’ll entertain our friends from all over the world. There will always be something fabulous going on. I’ve already designed much of the floorplan in my mind. I’ll have a full time housekeeper, and music will fill the home for every mood. The circular driveway and the outdoor landscaping is what most excites me. That and of course the master bedroom suite which will be even larger than the one we have now. That goddess palace will be more like goddess heaven. Man, my dreams are so real I can just about taste ’em.
“What’s on your beautiful mind, Stella?” My husband’s back hauling a thick tree trunk.
“Our mansion.”
“Yes, my love, it’s going to be amazing.”
We talk for awhile about the details and the money. I perch and sip, he stokes and gathers. We’ve become one, really, with each of us owning our vital sphere. The kids cross my mind, of course, well before they cross his.
“Hey, sweetie, it’s getting late,” I yell into the wilderness. “I’m going to go on home and check on the kids.” I jumped off the tailgate and onto the soft ground. My black boots sink a little. “I’m looking forward to making love when you get home.” My voice drops as I gaze in his direction. We didn’t have sex that morning because we all woke up too late. A tall dark silhouette is walking towards me. “How long do you think you’ll be?”
“I just have a few trees I need to get on this fire, then I’ll be right home, less than an hour or so.” He reached his arms around my waist and landed a seductive kiss on my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and the outdoors. He’s such a cowboy out on the land. Just then his hand wondered up my shirt and found my left breast.
“Mmm,” I smiled at him, his face aglow from the fire revealed his devilish grin.
“You are one sexy lady,” he said as he cupped my big breast and nestled his nose into my neck. I think he took in my scent. His hand dropped south to feel my tiny waist before reaching up and squeezing my firm breast again. His lips drew near mine. Another kiss. This one was more gentle and sweet. His fingers pinched my nipple. I froze because it took my breath away. “You’re my pussy, Stella, my thoroughbred, my gorgeous queen. Go home and get yourself ready. I’m fucking you good when I get home.”
I arrived home to the kids playing video games. Together we watched some TV. An hour or so later I kissed the kids goodnight, bathed my sexy body and slipped into some of his favorite lingerie. And then I waited, and waited, and waited a little more. I fell asleep at some point and woke up only when I heard the door.
“Hey babe, I’m sorry it’s so late.” He flipped off my lamp, blew out our candle, dived into bed and was fast fast fast asleep.
It was the first day in our 365 days of sex challenge that we didn’t make love. We weren’t fighting, we weren’t disconnected. We spent the entire evening together. When I left the property, we were both excited and pleasured. So what happened?
“I had a drunk-gasm,” my husband admitted this morning. “I don’t normally drink as much, you know me. I almost never get drunk. I don’t like it. And once I got home, all I could manage was to get my tired body into bed. Whew!”
“Well, you might want to lay off the whiskey tonight, sweetie,”I said and I meant it.
“I don’t like it when you try to tell me what to do.” He took his clothes off and returned to the bed. “I’m a wild animal, Stella, and I can take care of me. You’re only job is to be the sexiest, most relaxed, most glamorous, goddess version of you.”
He rubbed my clothed body and tried to reach my little button through last night’s black lingerie. You and I both know what that means. My clit is the weakest link in my line of defense. I resisted his advance.
“No, no sex for you this morning. You were a bad boy and it’s not going to be that easy for you. I’m keeping my glasses on.” I pursed my lips and turned my face away from his.
My attitude didn’t stop him though. His dick was blaring hard. “I didn’t cum at all yesterday, Stella. You know I need my little whore. You know you can’t tell me no.” He bit my ear a little when he said whore.
“Should have thought about that before you drank like a fish last night,” I closed my legs completely mashing his hand in the middle. I love making him beg, and he loves it when I tell him no. Then I become his feisty prey, and he’s the star of my tease show.
He pulled my face back towards him and planted a hard kiss on my pouty pink lips. His other hand reach under my lingerie and found my juicy little pussy needing him.
He pulled down my lingerie bottoms and slathered the coconut oil from my clit to my butt. I’m powerless to this. Fuck! I’m such an easy fucking slut.
“You can’t resist my finger, Stella. Your pussy loves it when I touch her.” He slipped one of his big rough fingers inside. His tongue parted the lips on my face. He spit a little in my mouth then said, “ooh and she’s good and tight this morning too.” He took his finger back out. I flinched. He dived it back in. I relaxed. Pools of wetness seep out of me. He pulled it out and began rubbing my little clit. I took off the armor of my glasses and gave up the fight.
He rammed his monster dick in me and moaned like a junky shooting up. He pulled my limp body on top of his, my back to his chest and held my body still by controlling my hips. His hand slipped down to my pussy and he slapped my fucking clit. He slapped her once, twice, three times, then four. He pulled my hips down and dug himself in my hole some more. Then he whispered, “Open your legs wider. You’re my little whore. My one and only whore. You get all of my cum. And right now I need to get my dick off.”
He rubbed my clit and told me stories about other men fucking me, and how he’s watching it all. He especially loves the guy with this huge dick stretching my pussy out. “When that huge dick pulls out, his cum just pours out of you. I love my wife having such a good pussy.”
I feel like I’m going to cum. I replace his rubbing with my own. I arch my back and grind on his crotch. “I’m having my own fantasy right now.” I say. “There’s a camera between my legs filming it all.” But nothing more came from my story.
“I’m about to cum, sweetie, can I?” He whimpers into my ear like a little boy.
“Cum, my king,” I whisper back.
He holds my tiny waist and tilts my body closer to his. This orgasm was different though because he didn’t twitch. He burst inside of me, “Oh my God, I love you, my queen.” He didn’t thrust or pump at all but instead held my pussy in place like he was putting his cum exactly where it needed to be.
A minute passed. We both relaxed. He reached down and slapped my clit back to life. “Oh, sweet little thing. Guess she’ll be ready to go later when I get home.” He teased, and I slid off. He went to get me a towel.