Stella Stories – Page 9 – The Real Sex Life of a Starlet Wife

The Entire House is Listening

It’s 9:30pm. Sunday night. I cooked dinner for the last hour. We ate as a family. Now I’m helping our children clean up the kitchen and get ready for bed. It’s the first school night after a much needed two-week Christmas holiday.

My husband has conveniently made his way to bed after dinner and is asleep already. He isn’t helping me with our family’s evening routine. He’s snoring hard, and it’s looking less and less like we’re going to make our commitment to having sex today. Nothing has changed. My anger creeps up fast.

The Switch Up

So my husband left yesterday morning after his spontaneous erotic get off session. I drank my coffee on my back while enjoying his cum for hours. When I say hours, I mean the entire day!

I didn’t masturbate, no. I just stayed nestled under my decadent white goose down comforter and fingered my juicy pussy lips and typed on this blog. My stories got better, because I was hornier for sure. I should always write when I’m in this sensual mood, I noted.

A Little Whore in Training

I lost my virginity when I was 14. The man was much older, so much older that very few people could know about my sophisticated teenage sex life without trouble being started. It made me feel mature, but really he was just training me to be the whore I am today.

“I wish I had been him,” my husband said last night as he spread my legs into a wide split. My right foot was touching his feet and my left foot could have been in his mouth. He was laying on his side holding my left leg and watching as his hard dick penetrated my dirty pussy for the second time today. I hadn’t washed after the morning session.

Large Butt, Small Pussy

“Some women have large breasts, a small butt, and a big pussy. Other women have small breasts, a big butt, and a small pussy. I’ve had women with small breasts, a small butt, and a big pussy. They’re all great, but you’re the best, my love,” my husband says as he runs his rough hands from soft swollen breasts, across my taunt stomach, over my round hips and down to the honey hole between my legs, “because you have large breasts, a small waist, a large butt, and a small pussy.”

Oh Shit!

It’s Thursday 7:10am. One hand has reached across the invisible barrier between my side of the bed and his and has landed on my thigh.

Good morning it seems to say but no words are uttered.

Really? That’s what I’m thinking. Like, really? Like, we JUST had sex last night. Like, it’s been 8 hours. And it was mind blowing terrific. How in the world do you wake up horny? I don’t fucking get it.

But the hand doesn’t stop. It’s caressing my thigh and going higher. It skipped over the good stuff and went straight for my arm. Now it’s gently massaging my tricep, elbow, forearm and back down to my leg.

I move a little. Shit. Wrong choice.

Setting the Rules

“But I’m not going to be acting.” That’s what I told him today after he stole a quickie from me in the morning. I wasn’t even awake yet, and he just had two orgasms last night. The new years pack lovemaking session evidence was still oozy from my pussy.

None the less, he caressed me awake, dropped his pants and pounded my tight little pussy for a few moments before topping me off, kissing my lips, and going on about his day.

I won’t deny it. It was sexy as hell. I’ve always loved pleasuring my husband with nature’s magic. But to make this 365 day challenge actually work, I can’t enter into it with a mindset of I have to act a certain way. I need to act horny. Nope. I’m going to act the way I feel. My goal is to feel sexier than I’ve ever felt before.

365 Days of Sex

It all started on New Year’s Eve when my husband and I were celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary. Celebrating really isn’t the right word. It was more like ignoring our anniversary. In fact, I don’t think we really ever said “Happy Anniversary” to each other the entire day. Instead, we were fighting. And by fighting I mean, we just really weren’t getting along. We were faking as much as we could for the family, but the sadness was unshakable.

My husband and I have had a rather beautiful marriage up until now. We’ve been great communicators and congenial partners. Our values are similar, our goals are similar, our ambition is similar. Our sex life is satisfying and regular although he desires it more than I.

It’s a second marriage for us both which statistically is not in our favor, yet I feel like the added experience of what didn’t work previously has made us individually more realistic of the issues we bring to the table.

But people change, relationships shift and saying “I do” is committing to a journey unknown. It might be amazing… or it could be hell. I think most people experience a little of both.