Stella Stories – Page 8 – The Real Sex Life of a Starlet Wife

Swallowing a Rhyme

I’ve spent all evening in bed.. pecking away at my laptop, sipping some pinot, skipping yoga, and thinking up fun ways to spread my legs tonight.

I’m horny. I’m not even going to deny, and pretty soon my husband will be coming home with the kids. I’ll let him feed and clean up. Maybe I’ll don a new little lingerie piece? I can’t wait to feel him inside.

How should we do it tonight? Should I tell him about last night’s model? I do need to warn him that my upcoming monthly visit from Aunt Flow might certainly change our recent repertoire. Guess that means I’ll be doing a lot of blow.

Free at the Fashion Show

He jacked his dick off in my mouth yesterday morning. That’s a check in his sex box for the day, but by the time I got home from a fashion show late last night, my husband was sleeping like an angel. No sexy time for me, unless you count the silliness going on at the show. Then maybe Stella Stories can take a trip outside of the goddess palace for today to meet the people and places that make up my world.

In my world, I’m a star. There’s no bones about it. You might not know me, but I assure you plenty of people do. And most of them like me too, including my friend who runs the fashion show.

Suck It Like a Good Girl

I spritzed on perfume in our luxurious bathroom. He sprayed his cologne in our walk in closet. We met in the middle of my goddess palace.

“Let’s practice our dance, Stella,” My husband said as he reached out his hand to mine. “You handle the music, and I’ll handle you.”

I blushed and reached for my phone. I was naked still, wearing only my sparkly nude tango heals. The only light in the room came from the two bed side lamps and a flicker of my favorite candle on the coffee table.

Whether or Not You Want to

Well that didn’t last long… the twice-a-day sex my husband proposed yesterday. Filled with such desire after secretly reading my online erotic stories, he planned both an evening and morning routine for us for the rest of the year. But this morning he didn’t touch me.

“You’re cut off,” he said as he dressed.

Twice-a-Day Whore

“So the girl down the street has a tighter pussy, huh?!?”

I’ve been caught. I blush. My husband has been reading my posts.

“No. Please. Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” I’m embarrassed to think of how much he knows about my nasty fantasy life now. I put my hands over my ears, but he goes on.

“The three guys knew about the four guys from earlier. You little fucking whore.” My husband was laying in bed with his phone in his hand. My website was on the screen. His dick was raging hard like a thick stick.

Bad Girl

I was a bad girl last night.

A few girl friends came over, and we drank several bottles of champagne between us. By the time my husband got back, I was what you might call tipsy. Not drunk, no I’ve only been truly drunk a few times in my life, but I was definitely feeling a bit more chatty than usual. My cheeks were rosier too. My laughs were louder. Then I wanted to dance.

The Fuck Me Text

Please come fuck me. I need you now. That’s what my text message said to him.

On my way, was his reply.

When my husband walked in the door to my goddess palace (that’s what I call our master bedroom), he found me lying on the bed, legs spread, tits hanging out, pussy covered in coconut oil and my fingers playing in her yummy lips. It was 4:30 Thursday afternoon.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at the scene as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. I didn’t say anything either.

Rubbing My Button

We bathed together last night. The water was piping hot, and I poured in Epson salts for an added layer of relaxation. We talked about the day and washed our grime away. There was nothing really sensual about it at all.

By the time we were clean and laying in bed, it was well past 10:30pm and my yearn for sleep was out weighing my desire for sex. Dang, the old Stella was back.

“You know what I realized, honey,” I asked. We were lying naked under our covers and neither of us had made a move to make love.

Two Towels Surprise

“Hey, hey, baby, you can’t go to sleep before we get it on.” I nudge my sexy husband as he lay in bed last night around 9pm. He had been surfing Facebook awaiting my return from my nightly mother duty, but his tired arms slowly drifted down, the phone was released from his grip, and random videos played for no one.

Waking up slightly, he retains his sleep position and says, “Well, I already fulfilled my pact this morning when I fucked you in the closet.”

“But I haven’t had an orgasm today, sweetheart,” I jump on the bed next him like an excitable child. I’d be wagging my tail if I had one.

“That’s not part of our contract. It’s about me having an orgasm everyday and not masturbating.” He’s so proud of his sexism he actually is kinda sexy.

The Huge Dick

My husband and I lay in bed late last night. The kids were asleep, we had already taken our steamy hot bath and were cozy in the sheets. We had yet to make love for the day, but neither of us had the desire to get it started.

“You’re going to have to get me excited, sweetheart,” My husband says to me. He’s lying on his back, and I’m cuddled in his arm bit. “This whole 365 days of sex is mainly your idea anyways, and my dick is limp.”

“Nah, I’m tired. Good night,” I said as I peeled myself from his warmth and turned over to my side, grabbed my sleeping pillow and positioned myself to dose off. We got up early that morning, so early that there was no morning hard going on. We were both exhausted.