Nope. Not a housewife. Decided last night abruptly after watching a video that inspired the living daylights out of me. The sensation has been brewing, first as question then as a possibility, and most recently as a statement. I’ve found myself trying on the title, like it’s a pageant sash, throwing it into conversation and […]
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Two Pump Chump
We had sex for two minutes this morning. It was two minutes longer than I desired.
It’s funny how you can be so attracted to someone and want to touch all over them constantly yet not feel an immediate pull to fuck. That’s what it feels like for me right now.
It’s a moving target, my daily horniness rating that is On my days it ranges from absolutely nothing to a twinge of interest followed by an extreme annoyance before landing on a momentary acceptance . Occasionally I’m dying to be smothered under my husband’s masculine body and aching with the impact of each progressively deeper thrust, but it’s not as often as I’d like it to be and no where near as much as he wants.
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.
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.”
The Spoiled Brat
We’ve hit that wall, folks. The wall where sex everyday is getting well… labored. Not that we are stale. Not at all.. but that we’re fucking so much it takes even more energy to keep it exciting. Que last night. I just returned from an overnight trip with my son, and my husband told me […]
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 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.
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 […]