My husband and I lay in bed late last night. The kids were asleep, we had already taken our steamy hot bath and were cozy in the sheets. We had yet to make love for the day, but neither of us had the desire to get it started.

“You’re going to have to get me excited, sweetheart,” My husband says to me. He’s lying on his back, and I’m cuddled in his arm bit. “This whole 365 days of sex is mainly your idea anyways, and my dick is limp.”

“Nah, I’m tired. Good night,” I said as I peeled myself from his warmth and turned over to my side, grabbed my sleeping pillow and positioned myself to dose off. We got up early that morning, so early that there was no morning hard going on. We were both exhausted.

“Really?” He was shocked. I gave up that easily.

“Really!” I confirmed. “Good night. Love you.”

He tore the covers from my relaxed naked body and rushed down to my goddess goodie bag for a quick lick. In three seconds flat his dick was raging hard and feeling the inside of my pussy.

At first I wasn’t in the mood. Maybe this will be a quickie, I thought. But it wasn’t.

I have to admit writing erotica for at least an hour a day has had an impact on my ability to tell sexy stories to my husband. I’ve been making up fantasies since I was a young girl, kinky ones you know. My husband is the only person with whom I’ve ever shared that secret sex world, but what I share even with him is limited.

It’s just that the things I think are so raunchy to me, they seem even raunchier when I actually say the words aloud to someone else. There’s no judgement though, just timidity. Our marriage will hopefully be very long. We have years to divulge every last nook and cranny of our hidden fantasy lives.

Last night, I’m happy to report that I took charge of the story and began with something I knew he’d like.

“When I write erotica in the mornings, babe, I get wet and turned on. But it’s always when no one is around,” I began.

“W.P.S.,” he added. “Wet pussy syndrome. Guess you need some dick around 11am?”

“Yeah, who do you think I should fuck?”

This question thickened his dick. I knew it would. He had me in the position I call the “tired married side fuck.” It’s where both of us our lying on our sides in bed, my back to his chest. The tired married side fuck is like penetrating from behind but without all the extra work of holding ourselves upright.

“You should fuck someone with a really good dick.” He articulates the word dick. It hangs in the air for a few moments.

“I want a guy with a huge dick… like really really really big dick. Bigger than I’ve ever had.”

His dick grew again. “Oh, yes, you horny little whore. You want your pussy to be all stretched out, don’t you?”

The story turned from me fucking some guy alone to my husband organizing and watching the entire scene. He’s such a sexy man, my husband that is. He’d pimp me out in a heartbeat if I really let him.

I went on. “At first I’d be scared of his dick and not want to have sex, but he’d convince me to try it. He’d grease my little pussy up and go really slow. I’d feel his dick with my hands and watch as my juicy lips widened to fit him in.”

“I’d make you watch. I’d make you see your pussy getting all stretched like a good whore. You gotta take all kinds of dick.”

“I have to be tight enough to please a little dick, and loose enough to please a big one.” This story is hot as hell. My lack of desire has shifted. Wetness oozes from our connection, and I’m rubbing my clit at the perfect speed. I can cum at any moment now, but I want to finish my story so I let up.

“Any dick that fucks your pussy gets to cum in it. That’s just standard operation. And his massive dick is full of cum.” My husband is thrusting deep in me. You can hear the moisture in the quiet dark room.

“His huge dick gets even bigger and dives deep, deep inside of my stretched pussy and begins to cum. I cum too. I’m out of control and you love it.”

“I make you watch as he slowly pulls his dick out of you. Your little pussy lips are holding onto him tight. They don’t wanna let go. They sucked his dick so well. Cum pours out of you. Your used pussy hole looks so good.”

The tired married side fuck isn’t cutting it any longer. My husband assumes control in the missionary position. My legs are spread wide, and I’m rubbing my clit. He’s pounding me harder and harder and starring lovingly into my eyes.

“You sexy little whore, you,” he says as he kisses my lips and whispers, “You love all of that cum inside of you. You’re such a good fuck.”

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me.” I started to orgasm. I couldn’t hold it any longer. The release was incredible and fast.

He pumped his dick for another minute or so and cam. God I love this man. I love having a pussy. I love being his whore.

When the alarm sounded this morning, we hit snooze, cuddled, and fell asleep until the alarm sounded once more. We met again in our big walk-in closet when we were dressing and the story started all over again.

He sat on the chair, morning hard dick pointed in the air. I smeared some coconut oil on my sweet little prize and mounted him. I felt sore and took my time getting all of him inside.

“Your pussy sore from last night?” he teases.

“Yeah, he was so huge.” I smile.

“Your pussy feels amazing. She’s still good and tight.”