Stella Stories – Page 6 – The Real Sex Life of a Starlet Wife

This Guy is an Animal

He licked my pussy for awhile last night, longer than he has in awhile. I should have been focused on the pleasure at hand, but I couldn’t help my mind wondering back in time to when my husband used to make me cum all of the time with his tongue.

The first time he ever experienced my orgasm was in my bed at the home I shared with only my son. He and I had yet to have intercourse, but that didn’t stop him from getting as close as possible. We kissed and touched and eventually let the passion slide south towards my honey pot.

Messing with a King

“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.

Best Place for Sex

I swallowed his cum yesterday morning because he insisted he couldn’t leave the house before I did. It was a necessity and he promised to make it quick.

My husband tore my clothes off so he could gaze at my nude body while he stroked his dick in bed. And just like he said, he cam in less than a minute, pushing my face towards his crotch expecting my mouth to be open and my tongue to be out.

Spreading My Pussy Lips

He’s been telling me for days now how incredibly beautiful I am. I walk in the room and his eyes fall to me in what seems like goddess worship. He throws his hands around my waist and kisses my lips with such passion I’m left wondering if it’s the spray tan or my new hair color or a lighter breeze in the air. I love him too and find him irresistibly handsome, but I don’t say it every time I see him.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining at all about this. It’s a great feeling to be wanted, needed, desired so badly you can’t get out of bed in the morning without prying your naked body away from his desperate grip. Once I’m free, I look back to see that awful look on his face, like I took candy from a baby, like he’s going to wither up and die if I don’t get my fine ass back under the covers with him.

10 Guys in a Web

He was asleep by the time I tucked the kids in and was ready for bed. Another hard long day at the future RV resort had my husband feeling fatigued. As soon as dinner was over, his eyes found it nearly impossible to stay open. I jumped in bed next to him, naked and ready to rumble.

I grabbed his dick in my left hand. For whatever reason I can stroke his dick better with it than my right hand. I held on tight and slowly, smoothly slid up and down the shaft feeling it enlarge in my hand.

Sail and See the World

It was Saturday. I spent the entire day dressed in red gowns filming videos for an online series, and my husband spent his day in coveralls on a track hoe clearing our waterfront property to get it ready for dirt and building permits.

Our plan is to build the office first then work on the RV spaces and boat launch, although I’m pretty sure my husband would put the boat launch first so he could begin to use to for his personal excursions.

Spray Tan Treat

I’m in a temporary tent, in my bathroom, naked and standing in awkward positions. My husband holds the spray gun out a foot or so from my body and directs the brown liquid onto my skin.

“Leg out,” he says then proceeds to cover my inner thigh with a dark golden shade of paint. It smells like a tropical island but feels like an arctic blast. “Other leg.”

Hold You Forever

There’s a tenderness in our interaction that has returned or perhaps deepened. After one month of sex everyday (and writing about it), I’d definitely say our relationship is better both in the bedroom and out.

In January, we only missed engaging in sex on two days. And on those days we missed, my husband and I were still very close and loving. More days than not we had intercourse more than once! The take away for me has been how important it is to prioritize physical connection with your partner. Once you get used to daily sex, missing it for more than a day feels wrong like you didn’t get that cup of coffee or bit of chocolate you earned.

My School Girl Pussy

“Honey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” my husband says as he lathers his hair with shampoo. He’s in the shower, and I’m standing on the outside yelling in.

“Earlier when I was bent over on the bed and we were making love, why did you stop and close the curtain?”

“Because I could see the bookkeeper’s car. I knew she’d be leaving soon and I didn’t want her to see my standing their naked,” he replied rinsing his hair at this point. “Why do you ask?”

His Medicine

“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.