Most Beautiful Woman in the World

The dress is navy blue with gold paisley overlay in the bodice and big fancy ruffles on the bottom. It appears as if I’m walking on air when I glide through the room. “I think I’ll start the night in this one,” I said turning to me husband for approval. My skin was tan, and […]

Something Better Down the Road

My husband returned home from a full day out at the property. He’d been on the tractor all day smoothing dirt and getting ready for more to arrive. When he came in, we chatted as he bathed. Our conversation was a bit uncomfortable and lacked its usual flow like neither of us were interested or perhaps crazy about what the other was saying. I understood him at least, yet I questioned whether he understood me.

Sensing the dissonance, I hopped off the counter and went back to the living room to read giving him the space to both finish his bath and decide to join me. I waited 10 minutes, then 20. At some point I did see him walk by the open bedroom door which meant he did know where I was.

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.

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 […]

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?”

Give Me that Cum

He crawled up behind me in our warm bed, slid his arms around my body, engulfed me into his protection and rested his greedy hands on my breasts.

“It’s like coming home,” he whispered in my ear. It was 6:50am and my body did not want to retreat from our cozy bed and into the cold house for the morning wakeup routine. “Your body is heaven. God I just want to be here forever with you, my queen.” He squeezed my body tighter.

Life’s Too Short

The way he brushed his hand against my arm and down my back last night was tender seduction. My hand fell to the curve of his back in a graceful poetic tuck of the wrist. The middle finger grounds me to his body while the rest innocently stick out. Love permeated from our bodies as we embraced for the dance and made the first circular move with our feet.

“Five minutes of dancing,” I said a moment before that.

“Fifteen,” he countered.

It was 10pm, the kids were in bed, and both of us were tired from the day’s many activities.

“Five,” I held firm and pressed play on the music app on my iPhone. The music began and soon thereafter our feet.

The Whore Who Loves Sex

“Good morning, beautiful,” my husband says to me this morning as we cuddle up. It’s Sunday, but it’s a different day. I’m taking my son on an overnight trip, just the two of us, and won’t be back until tomorrow evening. We need to make love now or we’ll miss another day. My husband is ready to go. “Your body feels amazing this morning. Your skin is so soft.”

He’s rubbing up and down my body. I have to pee.

On the way back from the bathroom, I smear on some coconut oil for easy fucking. Not surprising, I’m not horny at all despite the fact that I didn’t orgasm yesterday and was looking forward to having sex next.