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The Best… Pussy

I tore my clothes off last night and pranced across the room to my side of the bed. My husband lowered his phone and watched with anticipation his eyes aglow. I think even a whistle fell from his lips.

When I reached the bed, he was already folding the cover down inviting me to join him in the cozy comforts of our well-worn love nest. I jumped in and on him planting kisses like a happy girl. He smelled like a clean man and his arms felt solid as he wrapped them around me and squeezed. Like puzzle pieces, we fit together so well, so perfectly. But my feet, they were cold like ice and he pushed them away.

Being One with Mr. Right

It was date night last night. We drank and talked in our bedroom before dressing and heading out for dinner. Half naked, I reclined on my vintage white velvet sofa with red wine in my hand, and he relaxed in the matching wing chair sipping coke and whiskey. It had been quite an eventful day.

I laughed and laughed as he told me stories about each of the characters he ran into at the DMV. One of our sons was getting his driver’s license, so they chose Friday afternoon to take the test. It took three hours for their number to be called which left them people watching to kill time.

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.

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 of me 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.

My School Girl Pussy

“Honey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” my husband says as he lathers his hair with soap. 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 Sorry Messed Us Up

“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 snapped 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.”

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.