“Let’s fuck,” my husband said as he barged into my office yesterday afternoon interrupting me from my video work. The house was empty, our bookkeeper was on a late lunch, and he apparently wanted sex.
Like a giddy school girl, I jumped up and ran to the bedroom tearing off my clothes before I got there. Afternoon sex is the best, in my opinion, and we don’t do it enough. In fact, when we first got married, we discussed our favorite times to fuck. My husband loves the mornings, but I most enjoy the afternoons when I feel full of energy. 3 o’clock I always say is my peak fucking hour, but coming together at that hour on most days is impossible.
I quickly peed, brushed my teeth and met my husband in our goddess palace. He was already naked and under the covers, which made me think momentarily about having sex in our bed. Why don’t we fuck elsewhere? We can fuck in the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, the laundry, the front living rooms or other bedrooms. Hell we can even fuck in our cars. I remember when it was fun to try out other sex spots, the outdoors, in public, on top of buildings and in the ocean. But as I’ve gotten older and more set in my own ways, I’ve grown to understand that almost no adventuresome spot beats the good ole fashion bed. It’s just made for this sort of thing.
I mounted him and we hugged like teenagers excited to see each other on a random afternoon when our parents happen to be out. We kissed and caressed each other lovingly. He smelled like cologne — the “leg spreader” he calls it, and I was feeling extra thin and sexy. I’ve been making us yummy green smoothies in the mornings now. It didn’t take long for his dick to find my opening.
We talked while we fucked. He told me that one of my recent posts got him excited. He read things he didn’t know about me, things I’ve never told him verbally, and he was reminded about the sex we’d had a few years back on the shell island. My blog, it turns out, is good for that, it’s good for random sparks of seductive surprise when you need a little boost.
“You were so amazing that weekend, Stella, my God you were incredible.” He groaned a little as he slowly thrusted in and out of me. “My life is so good. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
“It is I who am lucky,” I respond staring at him square in the eyes. His eyes are brown like puppy dog eyes and round and sincere. It’s one of the features I most love about him. His eyes tell no lies. It’s nearly impossible for him to keep secrets.
Just then the phone rang. Usually he doesn’t answer, but it’s also usually in the early morning or late evening when we’re in this sort of position. He looked at me confused then grabbed his phone to check the caller ID.
“Dang, it’s one of the contractors,” he said mashing the answer button, “I need to get this.”
I was fine with the call, in fact, it felt a little fun to continue fucking his dick while he pretended to be professional on the other end. His voice was stern while his face was melting with desire. I could tell he was having a hard time doing both.
It turned out to be a tiny detail on a big job that needed to be addressed immediately so work could continue. The call lasted longer than either of us anticipated.
I slid off of him and rolled onto my back, spread my legs, and started rubbing my clit while I waited. The scene before him created another level of interest. “I knew they were adding those boxes to the prints, but the placement isn’t specified,” he continued as he stood over me and pushed his dick in my mouth.
I sucked good and hard as he held my head and caressed my face. He brushed my blond hair to the side to see more of my neckline and lips. They massaged up and down his thick shaft while my finger massaged between my legs. I peered up at my gorgeous man who was looking down at me with the most loving expression. This scene made him feel like a king, I just knew it.. that is until the conversation got more heated than he expected. I felt the tension and stopped it all.
He pulled away and looked at the wall. Another a few moments passed until he was off the phone and fuming. “I can’t talk to him on the phone. He and I need to talk face to face, man to man. He needs to look at me in my eyes.” My husband was angry, but insisted we continue our afternoon session.
“No, we’re done. Love you, but it’s all wrong now.” I put my clothes back on and headed out the room. I was a little frustrated but ultimately fine. He followed behind shaking his head. It looked like he was mad at me, but he wasn’t.
“I’ll be back,” he grabbed his keys.
I went back to my office and continued my work. An hour later a text message dinged on my phone.
I’m back, it read.
A moment after his face was peaking in my office door again. He was expecting a do-over, but I was still done.
“Has it ever occurred to you that I’m busy?” I snapped half joking, half serious.
“Has it ever occurred to you that I don’t care,” he snapped back half joking, half serious.
He pulled my hand to lift me from the office chair and turned my body around.
“Our bookkeeper is here,” I whispered thinking that would cause him to stop, but it didn’t. He unzipped my zipper and pulled my jeans down, with it came my panties. He motioned for me to bend over the counter. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on my pussy. That’s his way of telling me it’s going to be fast.
“Arch your back, open that pussy up. She’ll open right up if you arch your back just right.”
I did as I was told. He shoved his dick inside like he couldn’t wait another second and pumped my tight pussy once, twice, three times.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth.” He stated. It’s not a question, but a decision. It means that when he pulls out, I am to quickly turn my body around, replacing my pussy hole with my gaping mouth. He likes it when I stick my tongue out, he likes it when his cum gets messy and I have to clean it up in front of him, licking my tongue all around my mouth to get every drop.
It’s a routine we’ve done so many times, we both know our parts inside and out. He pulled out, I dropped to my knee and turned around, I stuck my tongue out, and he squirted his cum in my mouth missing a little for fun. I looked at him while I licked it all up, tracing my lips for every little drop of his cum.
“Don’t you dare kiss me,” he laughed as he zipped his jeans and helped me up.
He knows me so well and sometimes he actually lets me kiss his lips with mine still freshly coated with his cum. But not yesterday, absolutely not. He still had places to go and men to meet. He had fights to fight and deals to complete. He wanted to smell only like sexy, horny, juicy pussy. He wants them to know they are messing with a king.