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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 […]

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 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.

Wild West Fantasy

Not a word was said. I walked up to my side of the bed and began to disrobe. First went my pants. I unzipped and tore them off. Then I pulled my shirt off my head. I was left standing in the dimly lit bedroom in just a lace bra and panties, cream colored to […]

Planning Sex

We danced again last night in our bedroom. The competition is in three days. We ordered my husband some fancy dancy handmade leather tango shoes from Italy for the event. It took them three weeks to make and ship, but they arrived two days ago smelling up the kitchen with their leathery freshness when we opened the box.

“Wow,” he exclaimed when he squeezed his foot in one of them. “They fit my feet like a glove. This is amazing. Thanks, babe.”