sex with husband – Page 7

An Ancient Rapture

“I need some pussy,” my husband whispered in my ear last night. I was already asleep not because it was that late, but because I was that tired. I’ve been more tired than usual this week.

“Oh, ok,” I woke up slightly remembering that he and I had yet to make love that day. Glad I’m not the only one to keep this challenge alive. My husband is blessed (or cursed) with the physical need to release sperm from his body every 24 hours at least. Like clockwork, he doesn’t just want sex, he needs it like I need sleep.

Suck It Like a Good Girl

I spritzed on perfume in our luxurious bathroom. He sprayed his cologne in our walk in closet. We met in the middle of my goddess palace.

“Let’s practice our dance, Stella,” My husband said as he reached out his hand to mine. “You handle the music, and I’ll handle you.”

I blushed and reached for my phone. I was naked still, wearing only my sparkly nude tango heals. The only light in the room came from the two bed side lamps and a flicker of my favorite candle on the coffee table.

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.

Two Towels Surprise

So what that he fell asleep soon after dinner. We’ll have sex in the morning, I tell myself. And I dose off into sleep world myself. It is soft and light and dreamy and wonderful.

At some point in the night I felt it.. fingers on my pussy. And not just any ole fingers, but the rough assertive fingers of my husband. He had spread my legs with one of his hands and was poking around for evidence of my midnight desire.

“I’m so sorry I fell asleep on you, honey,” he whispers in my direction. It’s 3am and our room is as dark as it is quiet.

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 […]