Early Arrival

Such a lucky girl I am, R was able to cut his trip short, that being the reason for his second phone call last night.

You'll have to excuse me at the moment, I'm still a touch giddy from our recent tryst. I love this feeling that I'm experiencing at the moment, so warm, so soft, so relaxing.

His breath on my ear was moist and warm, hitching slightly from the pleasures of being inside me, thrusting, my hands grasping his shoulders, pulling. Lifting my hips from the bed to meet his thrusts, one leg pulled up and over his back, I moaned quietly into his neck.

"There aren't any kids here baby, you don't need to be so quiet," bringing his hand up, he brushes hair from my eyes. I stare directly into his eyes, he stares into mine. I am the first to break the link, my head tilts back as my back arches, leg cramping as I begin to climax.

"My leg....." slowly I slide my leg down using my right hand to work out the kink. With my leg completely straight, R moves one leg from between mine and places it on the outside, beginning to thrust again. Almost instantly I'm wild with lust again, his cock rubbing against my lips and clit and yet it's still inside me. This time I scream out as I climax, R's movements jerky and pulsing as he does the same.

Keeping me within his tight grasp, we lay for several moments catching our breath. "That's my girl," he says as he smoothes my hair out across his chest, lightly tugging at the curling ends, rubbing the strands between his fingers.

Missing R

I'm so missing R at the moment. I've only just gotten off the phone with him, already I'm wishing he were here. I can not wait until his return Wednesday.

(Big smile!) Gotta go, R is on the phone again. 

In the Act

R took a million pictures today, this was my favorite, I had to post it. I grow warm and ache from him just at the sight of my cum glistening on his cock. I am a woman who cums often and hard, my pussy always slippery and wet. 

Pleasurable Pain

I have sore shoulders again. I can not help but lose myself in his animal lust for me, in the way he brings out my desire, in the way he fills my needs. I moan as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my shoulders, pulling me to him with such force.

"Am I hurting you baby?" he says to me as he thrusts in so deep. I moan at the pressure but ache for more, pushing back against him as hard as I can.

"No honey man......" I'm barely able to respond, my voice is weak with raging desire, my thoughts clouded by lust. I push up on all fours, my entire body begins to shake as I cum.

"That's my girl, let it go baby, let it go...." thrusting hard and deep, I feel him begin to pulse. With one final groan, he thrusts in and holds it there, grinding, cumming, kissing my back.

I wait until he withdraws to lie down and relax my sore muscles. Immediately he lies down with me, wrapping his arm about my shoulders, smoothing his fingers across my cheek. His skin is damp causing me to stick to him, the entire length of his body is pressed against mine.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

A Helping Hand

Sitting at my desk, head in my hands, massaging my temples, wishing I could be just about anywhere else in the world but where I am, the only thing I could think about was the horrible headache I had managed to acquire throughout the day.

I turned and managed a weak smile as J approached my desk. "You look tired Little Lady, you should go get some rest," he placed his hand on my right shoulder and leaned down to look into my eyes.

"Oh, I'm ok..... I won't be able to get out of here today until I get that schematic squared away," pointing at the pile of papers hanging in the corner of my cubicle, I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"No, I'm serious, I've never seen you look so warn out. It's not good for you," by now he had spun my chair around and begun massaging my shoulders. His intentions were to relax me, instead I was getting horny. My erect nipples were visibly noticeable through the thin material of my blouse.

"I really can't [J], if I don't get that mess fixed I'll be in deep shit," the massage was feeling sooooo good, I didn't want him to stop. I leaned my head back and looked up at him, he was staring at my nipples, the desire unmistakable in his eyes.

"I'll finish it." His hands slip down the front of my arms, fingers brushing the sides of my breasts. "Just fill me in on what needs to be done yet. I'll let [the boss man] know I'm going to help you out, I don't have a deadline yet."

J will never know just how grateful I was at that moment. All I could think about was climbing into bed and getting some sleep. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood and hugged him, thanking him, he did not let go immediately. Nor did I mind.

I was still horny.

Long Day

I'm absolutely exhausted at the moment, and not from doing the fun stuff either. So many deadlines to meet, I feel so stressed out.

My boss was sitting next to me in my cube this morning discussing one of the prints. It's an absolute nightmare, putting it nicely. If given the opportunity, I would gladly give him head to get out of the mountains of work trying to fix the engineers mistakes. Heck, I would do it at my desk with my cube mate sitting there watching.

I have to admit, I do fantasize about him coming up to me and propositioning me, requesting sexual favors in exchange for lightening my work load. Does that stuff still happen anymore out there?

They Return Today

My family returns today, I should be happy, but I am not. I long to be with my lover more then I should, my feelings for him grow stronger by the day. He does not know, I can not allow things to be anything other then as they are.

Even though I long for more.

Is there a masseuse in the house?

My shoulders and back ache today. My shoulder muscles are so sore, I had too much fun last night.

My husband and kids have been out of town for the past few days, leaving me all the time in the world to play. And play, I have.

One of my all time favorite positions is doggie, I love it. I love to feel my partner behind me, holding my hips, thrusting into me, rubbing my clit as I push back against him.

Just thinking about it gets me warm and lustful.

There is a move I do with my hips, it's just a slight wiggle, but R loves it. As I push back on him every now and again I will do the move, turning him into an animal. On my elbows with my forehead on the bed, I wiggled my hips for him, the more he moaned, the harder he thrust inside me, the more I wiggled them. Cum literally dripped down my thighs as he grabbed my shoulders and pushed inside me as hard and as far as he could. I moaned in ecstasy, causing him to grip my shoulders harder, pulling on me harder.

"That's my girl, fuck that cock baby! Oh God, that's it baby....." Getting up on all fours, I pushed back as hard as I could, screaming out. I was so wet, and tight, I squeezed his cock right out. Shoulders already aching, and back sore, I lowered myself to the bed, panting, and rolled to my back. Pulling R down with me, I spread my legs wide, waiting for him to finish the job. One deep thrust and he was cumming, kissing my forehead, breathing into my ear.

His skin was drenched with sweat as I smoothed my hand across his back, caressing his arm. Wrapping his arm around me, I rested my head upon his chest, listening to his heart slowly begin to regain a normal heartbeat.

At some point I dozed off, for how long I'm not positive. I awoke as R pulled the blankets up around us, snuggling us in. I spent the night sleeping in his arms.

And the revealed secret is.....

Mr_Golf said...
Would you join a FMF threesome with your lover?

Thanks to everyone who participated today, all questions were very good.

Although I've thought about it before, in great detail, it's not something that I would probably do. I'm way too selfish, I like to have my partner all to myself. It thrills me to know that his every last thought is about me, and how he is pleasing me. I love the feeling of being the object of my partners attention, the feeling of his eyes upon me as I work my magic on him. I can't share.

I once had a man ask me if I got turned on looking at myself in the mirror. I wasn't quite sure what to say to him. Although I've seen some very beautiful women, I have never been sexually attracted to a woman. One of the weird little quirks that I have is the necessity of sexual attraction. If I don't feel it, I can't be intimate with someone.

Such a good question, I'm sure my response is the last thing most men want to hear, threesomes are every man's fantasy.

Reveal a Secret Friday

It's time, once again, for Reveal a Secret Friday.

Just ask me a question in the comment portion of this post, I will read through, picking the one that most interests me. Check in later on tonight for the revealed secret.

The Fuck Me Bra

I love this bra, it's one of my favorites. So pretty, I love to show it off too. I do apologize for the poor picture quality. I'm standing in the restroom at work with my top off capturing my fuck me bra in the reflection of the mirror.

Why do I call this my fuck me bra? I wear this bra when I know I'll be getting a lunch time quickie that will not allow me to be fully undressed. In this bra I can move and thrust and ride up and down without the girls getting loose, giving the appearance that I may have been up to something I shouldn't have been.

Like, today, when I climbed into the backseat of R's car and rode his cock in the parking lot of the pub, then went inside to dine with him, minus my panties. 

Playing with Fire

I ravaged R the minute I got to his house this afternoon. How dare he leave me for the weekend?? I missed him like crazy.

Judging from the fact that I'm still sore from our tryst this afternoon, I'm guessing he missed me as well. Is there anything more lovely then a good hard fuck that leaves you panting and breathless, spent, sprawled upon the bed, hair an unrecognizable tangle splayed out around you, sweaty tendrils plastered to your forehead?

For the first time ever, R left a hickey on my right shoulder, right at the base of my neck. It concerns me, not for the reason you may be thinking. I am more concerned that he did it on purpose, to expose my infidelities to my husband. Maybe I'm just imagining things, but he has never before given me a hickey, for the obvious reasons.

How it feels to be a man when....

While reading an article in a magazine this morning, I can across this. I loved it, I had to share.

How it feels to get over being a player

One night, as I lay in bed next to an intelligent, affectionate, sensitive woman whose head was tucked sweetly against my shoulder, I started to feel my usual suffocating gloom. Yes, was nice-maybe it was even happiness. but, I didn't want to feel happy. I couldn't fall asleep, so I slid the covers aside and dressed in silence. I gave her an apologetic kiss goodbye and deserted. I paused to button my coat, glanced up at her window and noticed her looking down at me. Her arms were crossed and her hair was a gorgeous mess. We stared at each other for a good long minute and then I found myself grinning. She smiled back, shaking her head. Suddenly, I wasn't scared of her. I wasn't scared of needing her. Why was I going home to an empty apartment when I could curl up next to her soft body in her big white bed? I took the three steps back up to her front door in one leap.

It immediately brought back memories of R, in the very beginning. Our conversations were always very brief and laced with strong sexual under tones, only in person, he never called me nor I him. Many stories flew around the office of his sexual escapades and many trysts he had partaken in. For me, the last thing I wanted was for my coworkers to now add my name to that list.

The day came that the business deal was complete. I wouldn't be seeing him around the office anymore, I fully assumed he would be moving on to his next conquest. In silent misery, I kept it to myself, nobody was the wiser.

As a reward, R's company had sent him on a full expenses paid vacation where he would stay in one of their company condos and just plain enjoy himself. 2 days had passed when I received my first phone call from R. I was at work, sitting at my desk, and the first words out of his mouth were "How's my girl today?" We spent the next 45 minutes talking about what he had eaten on the plane and the old woman who kept sitting on the lounge chair in front of his condo and how his eyelids were sunburned from falling asleep on the patio.

When it came time for the conversation to come to a close, R had made a comment that had stunned and shocked me, pulling at my heart strings for just a moment. "I don't know what you have done to me, but I just can't get you out of my mind. God damn I miss you."

I missed him too. As selfish and jealous as it may sound, I was thrilled he wasn't having any fun without me.

Sleepless

I'm unable to sleep at all this morning, my mind is so preoccupied with sex and lust and want. I've been awake since 3am, have masturbated twice, and am still horny. I sometimes wonder if something is wrong with me. Should I be wanting sex as badly as I do?

I called R at 4am this morning. I smiled when I heard his groggy voice on the other end of the line. I told him I couldn't sleep and he laughed. Although I don't do this often, I have done it before. I masturbated as we spoke on the phone, I would have much preferred having him in the flesh. There is just no comparison at all.

And the revealed secret is.....

Passionate Man said...
What is the most creative lie you've told a lover and why?

Thanks to everyone who participated today! I had an extremely hard time choosing which question to pick. I picked this particular question because the answer brought such a smile to my face.

Although I am still a touch on the shy side, I was extremely shy as a young girl. I was 18 years old when I lost my virginity, at that time, just the mention of the word sex would make me blush.

The guy I was dating was 10 years older then I was. He was so self assured and self sufficient, I was infatuated with him. To me, he was a man of the world. I wanted him to see me as an adult, as his equal. I wanted him to think of me as a woman, even though I didn't feel like one yet.

Naturally, he lusted for me, wanted to make love to me, and tried to seduce me every chance he got. He didn't know I was a virgin, nor did I want him to know I was either. I made several excuses why I wasn't able to stay overnight at his house. College classes the next day, on my period, didn't bring any overnight stuff.....

The day I used the 'I have an ingrown hair down there and I don't want you to see it' excuse was the day he asked me what in the heck was going on. Beet red and ready to cry, I was ready to bolt. If he hadn't been kneeling before me with his arms about me I would have. I couldn't even look him in the eye. That's when he asked me if I'd ever had sex before. Shaking my head no, still unable to look him in the eye, I was prepared for the worst. He started to laugh, and not just a chuckle. A regular old belly laugh. The floodgates opened and a few tears streamed down my cheek, I thought for sure he was going to dump me on the spot. Instead, he hugged me tight, and told me not to cry.

I ended up losing my virginity to him that night. That is one experience I will never forget as long as I live. I had never had sex, he had never been with a virgin. I was so scared he literally had to pry my legs apart to get between them, when he got there, he had to keep telling me to relax, my legs were too tight around his waist. When I was finally relaxed enough for him to move freely between my legs, he couldn't get his cock in. He didn't want to hurt me, so he was trying to be as gentle as possible. But, he literally couldn't get it in. Finally, something happened, I felt a sharp pain and lots of wetness down there, he slid right in. I couldn't believe how much it hurt! I laugh now as I remember telling him at that moment, "I can't believe people do this on purpose." It wasn't long at all before he pulled out. I have no idea whether he came or not, but I seriously doubt it.

He went into the bathroom and yelled back in to me. "Maybe you should come in here." I sat up on the bed and noticed immediately a big spot of blood on the sheet. Still staring down at the blood spot on the sheet, he came into the bedroom and told me I would be ok, he had started the shower for me, I would feel better after a shower.

I was horrified, embarrassed, and ready to die. I specifically remember saying aloud "I am never doing that again!" He had laughed, kissed me, and told me he would change my mind about that in no time.

Reveal a Secret Friday

Ok folks, it's time for Reveal a Secret Friday. Ask me a question, any question, I will pick the one that interests me most and post it's answer tonight.

Back to Work Today

Sad, but true, I was not able to play hooky again today. I really really wanted to, too. R was even going to spend the day with me, again.

We did manage to meet for a lunch I'm certain he enjoyed. We sat together on the same side of the booth, something I love to do. I love to be able to just touch and kiss and feel, I love to have him whisper in my ear.

I slid my hand up his thigh, between his legs, until it was resting on his cock. Smiling, he scanned the surrounding booths for any onlookers who might notice, then placed his hand on mine. I squeezed enough to feel him start to stiffen and giggled when he laughed in my ear. Closing his hand over mine, he kissed my cheek.

The waitress appeared out of nowhere with the menus. I could tell by the look on her face that she had seen what was happening, not once did she look down beyond the picture that was hanging directly above us. Trying to be as casual as possible, R removed his blazer and draped it across his lap, discreetly concealing the actions happening beneath. He was so hard, and I was having so much fun rubbing and playing.

Such good lunch!

Playing Hooky

Such a fun day, today was! Nothing in the world compares to fun between the sheets when you should be at work, nothing.

Although, I must admit, my legs are a little sore and I haven't been this tired in a long time, I think I may have even pulled a muscle in my shoulder.

Do you think R will play hooky with me again tomorrow?? Here's to hoping!

Need

Thinking, dreaming, lusting for you, needing you. Come up behind me, wrap your arms about my waist, hold me close to you. I need to feel you. I need to know you want me too. 

I've Been Tagged

Let the fun begin! (Thanks artfuldodger)

1. Have you ever had three-way or group sex? No, one of the things that really turn me on about sex is the bond that is created between two people during the act. I like to be able to focus all of my attention on one person, and have them focus all of theirs on me.

2. Have you ever had sex during menstruation? Yes, a million times.

3. Have you had a sexual experience with someone of the same gender? No, not an 'actual' sexual experience. When I was 18 I lived with my best friend and her family. She and I shared a bed, more then once I awoke in her arms or she in mine, but that was about it.

4. Have you ever had sex in your parent's house? Nope. I haven't actually been home since I was 16.

5. Have you had hot interracial sex? Um, if you consider Italian interracial, then, yes, quite frequently!

6. Have you masturbated in front of another person? Yes, but only once. My college roommates younger brother (18 years old) was asking for advice on how to touch a woman. I started by showing him, then letting him experiment on me.

7. Have you had sex in a public place? More then once.

8. Have you been filmed or photographed having sex? Yes, more recently I've gotten into experimenting with my digital camera with R.

9. Have you had anal sex? Yes, not very often, but I have.

10. Have you masturbated today? Yes, first thing this morning in the shower.

11. Have you had sex in a car? Of course, who hasn't had sex in a car. :)

2am Surprise

The feel of his hand tracing the inside of my thigh slowly drew me to a consciously aroused state. The fuzzy little moments between deep sleep and full awareness are my favorites, anything is possible in those moments.

I had been laying there, sleeping on my side, hugging my pillow, legs apart. Movements during the course of the night had pulled my nightgown up around my waist, exposing my naked nether parts. Long ago it had become second nature for me to sleep nude from the waist down, I have always been partial to middle of the night love making.

He whispered in my ear how much he loved the feel of my pussy, how it so excited him. I rolled onto my back as he slowly caressed it, I savored his touch, I can't remember the last time he actually woke me in the night to have some fun. Inching closer to him, I slid my hand down to stroke his cock, already rock hard and ready for action. So smooth, I love how a hard cock feels against my skin.

Deciding now was as good a time as any, I pulled myself up to a kneeling position and leaned forward, holding his balls in my hand and wrapping my warm lips around the head of his cock, using my tongue to trace the ridge. Moaning, he grabbed my hips and positioned me over his mouth, for a little tongue action of his own. My back and legs ached for him, my muscles tight with excitement and need. I sucked hard and fast on his cock, his hips rising to meet me as my mouth went down on him.

Moaning, I pulled up to a seated position on his face as I climaxed, stroking his cock with my hand still. I waited until the warm relaxation enveloped my body before I leaned back down to finish the job. With both hands this time, I rubbed and stroked his cock, sucking hard on the head, tasting the precum.

"Right now baby," he alerted me, it was time to slide his cock between my breasts, this is his preferred method of finishing. With a nice firm tit in each hand I squeezed them together around his cock as he thrusted twice, spewing cum into the air, onto my chin, onto my tits. Cleaning the end of his penis off with my tongue, I sat back up and turned to show him his handiwork. Smiling up at me, he grabbed the corner of the comforter and wiped me off. "God that was good,"

Laying with my head across his chest and my arms about his waist, I snuggled right into the curve of his body. "Yes, it most certainly was," I was asleep again within minutes.

Bored on a Saturday

The sound of my husband's snores echo through the house at the moment, America's Most Wanted is just going off, and I'm bored to death.

I think when I'm bored, about everything and anything. Life, dreams, wants, fantasies. Tonight I've decided to share a fantasy of mine.

I'm on a tropical beach, lounging, soaking in the sun, drinking a drink, free from life's worries. No kids, no deadlines, no bills, just me, the beach, my drink, and my husband's boss. Have I mentioned before what a mad crush I have on him? I've kept it a secret, of course, nobody in my real life knows a thing about it, and I plan to keep it that way.

I look over at him and smile, motioning for him to come join me. He smiles back, heading my way. Smoothing out the blanket beside me, he makes himself comfortable, leaving just enough room between us to allow my roaming hands to 'wander'. How my hands love to wander!

We make love on that sandy beach not caring who should happen by or what they may happen to see. The only thing that exists are the two of us.

Nothing like a good fantasy once in a while.

And the revealed secret is.....

Anonymous said...
Ever played at work, either with a friend or solo ?

Thanks to everyone who played along today. It was kind of fun, actually, trying to decide which question I wanted to answer. All three questions were so good, I ended up choosing anonymous because this answer was the most fun.

In the early days of the relationship between R and I we would see each other at work constantly. His company and my company were still working out the details in the fine print, in essence, his presence was needed often. On one such occasion he snuck down to my desk to say 'Hi'. I did not have a cube mate in those days, we were relatively alone to play in limited privacy.

Still exploring my sexual bravery, I pulled a chair up next to me and asked him if he would like to hang out for a bit. Peeking down the hall to ensure we were quite secluded, he sat down next to me, placing his hand on my upper thigh, beneath my skirt. I had giggled and pulled my legs together, undoubtedly blushing, and placed my hand on his. R had gotten quite the kick out of my reaction and slid his hand up a little higher. Tightening my legs together, unable to quit giggling, skirt nearly exposing my panties, I was enjoying every second. I opened my legs just a bit, just enough to allow his hand to slide the rest of the way up, and blushed like crazy at the sight of his smile. He was leaning in to me, stroking me softly, smiling into my eyes.

When the footsteps started to echo down the hallway he quickly withdrew his hand and smoothed my skirt back down. The two of us were sharing an innocent conversation when my boss passed through the door, introducing himself to R, shaking the very hand that had only seconds before been beneath my skirt lightly stroking between my legs.

I have to admit, just thinking about this story brought a smile to my face today.

Reveal a Secret Friday

I've decided to start something new today.

Here are the rules:

• Ask a question that you are dying to know about me in the comments portion of this post.
• I will read through the comments received and pick the question that most intrigues me and reveal the information.
• Later on tonight I will post the answer to this question.

Exposed

The rough texture of the lace on my bra has kept my nipples at an almost constant hard on. The smooth texture of my blouse rubbing across them is not helping, I'm almost to horny to work. I catch myself, every now and then, just rubbing them to make them feel better, to take away some of the constant ache I'm feeling to have them touched, kissed, fondled.

I wonder if anyone has noticed.

Naughty Flirtation

My shirt fell open slightly as I leaned across the print to find the correct dimension, the D sized print covered most of the table. I traced the arrow with my finger to ensure I had the correct location. Movement out of the corner of my eye startled me for a brief moment, I looked up. J was leaning against my cubicle wall, watching me. I smiled, it has been quite a while since I've had the chance to be naughty with J.

"Need any help with that print?" he offered. I leaned back down and feigned an inability to find the correct location of a dimension. J moved next to me and leaned down, placing one hand on the small of my back, the other on the table. His scent was intoxicating, I've always loved the way he turns me on by just his scent. I waited until he found the 'hidden' dimension and thanked him for his help.

Placing his hand so low on my back that it was nearly on my bottom he turned to leave, letting his hand linger to slowly slide across the backside of my skirt.

My First Affair

I've decided to make this a post because it was really such an intense question and deserves an honest response. I don't spend a lot of time thinking about the things that I do, I do that on purpose. I know that it is wrong that I have been consumed by an affair for more then a year now. If I think about it, it guilts me. Not enough to make me stop, just enough to make me consider giving it up.

The first time I cheated on anyone was when I was 22 years old. I had been with my husband for 3 years, he was gone frequently on trips and such leaving me home alone for days at a time. I had remained in contact with my ex-boyfriend and he would check up on me often, at the request of my husband. The 2 of them were very good friends.

On one such occasion I was having a very bad day. I don't recall the circumstances now, but I remember my oldest son (then 2) was not feeling well and I was feeling sad and scared and alone. The ex had stopped by and seen the state I was in. He offered to watch my oldest for an hour or two so I could lay down and take a nap. I did. When I awoke several hours had passed and it was getting late into the evening.

He started to tell me he was worried about me and had been for some time. I wasn't myself anymore. He was right, I knew it. My husbands moods had changed my personality, I've never been that person again. It was soon time for me to put my oldest to bed, which I did, and continued the conversation after. Ex had never stopped caring about me even after we broke up, which we had done mutually because of various reasons.

One thing led to another and we started to kiss. In the middle of the livingroom of my husbands house I was kissing another man. I craved the attention of a man, his attention. We made love and it was so sweet. When it was through, and I laid there on the couch with him, I began to think about what had happened. I sat up and tears streamed down my cheeks. He apologized, and hugged me, and asked me not to cry.

To be totally honest, that was probably one of the lowest feelings I had ever felt in my life. It wasn't until R that I ventured down that road again. Loneliness has a way of changing a persons perspective over time. What had almost emotionally killed me at 22 was not so traumatic at 29. My husband is a good person and deserves a good life, my children do as well. I would never tear this up because of my own selfish wants.

Afternoon Play

I followed R down the hall into his bedroom, playfully poking his sides the entire way, he is just as ticklish as I am. The minute we crossed the threshold to his bedroom he turned and furiously tickled my unsuspecting body. Fully caught off guard, I merely expected him to grab my hands and wrap my arms about him like always. Writhing in his arms, I squealed with laughter, it was impossible for me to escape.

I begged him to stop, he ensured me he would if I promised him I would be a good girl for the rest of the afternoon. I smiled and wiped a tear from my eye. I promised him I would be good and rubbed my hand down the front of his jeans, making sure to squeeze just a tad. Leaning down to kiss me hard on the lips, his hands slid roughly beneath my sweater, pulling me to him, pulling my sweater up over my head. He leaned down again, this time kissing and sucking on my neck. One of my true weaknesses.

"Suck my cock Honey Girl," R breathed into my ear. I kneeled down before him and unfastened his jeans, the tip of his cock peeking out at me . Partially buried and partially exposed, I licked the head with my tongue and closed my mouth around it. Moaning, R yanked the jeans the rest of the way down. "Oh God, that's my girl," he placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me to him. Fighting off the urge to heave, I pulled back against the pressure of his hand and gulped air, trying hard not to make a mess as saliva ran down my chin and dripped on my legs.

"Swallow it baby, swallow it," his cock spasmed against the back of my mouth, cum sliding down my throat. Impossible to swallow yet I somehow forced myself to do so. Releasing the pressure on the back of my head, I pulled up far enough to breath and stroked his balls and shaft with my hand. Slowly removing my mouth from his cock I looked up at him and found him staring down at me. Gasping a little for air, I wiped the moisture from my chin with my shaking hand.

Rubbing his hand through my hair and helping me to my feet, he whispered in my ear "Such a good girl. You deserve a reward."

A devious smile played across my lips as I anticipated my reward.

Unexpected Conversation

R was waiting for me at the door to the pub, as usual I was running a little late. "What time is it?" I asked as I got within speaking distance.

"Where's your watch?" he smiled. I stopped mid step and looked at my wrist. He had bought me the watch because I always ask him what time it is. It was sitting in my armoire.

"It's in my armoire," I closed in the gap between us and put my hand on his arm.

"Are you ok Honey Girl?" he was looking into my eyes, but I was looking down at the ground. Wrapping his arms around me, he gave me a nice tight squeeze. "Tell me what's wrong,"

"I don't know what's wrong with me today," and I honestly didn't either. So many adverse emotions tumbling inside me. R kissed me on the forehead and guided me into the pub.

As we sat in our usual booth near the back he said to me "you're going to start your period."

"What??" This was one conversation I had never had with him before. I was actually kind of embarrassed.

"I can tell, you always get like this." The waitress appeared and he ordered our drinks. Waiting for her to leave, he continued "You get all pouty and depressed. And you wear black."

I looked down. I was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with my black boots. I looked across the table at his evil grin and laughed, I couldn't help it. He was 100% correct, he knew me better then I knew myself. "Well, you know what that means don't you?"

"Yeah, we're going to head to my house as soon as we finish our drinks," he winked, I smiled and rubbed my foot against the inside of his leg.

Happy New Year

Another New Years celebration under the belt!

I ended the night on such a good note, too. We returned from the New Years Eve party half drunk and horny as heck. As I was bent down removing my shoes my husband grabbed my hips and thrust his hard cock against my backside, rubbing it between my legs. The fabric of my dress was so thin I could feel the zipper flap on his slacks sliding up and down my slit.

Did I mention I had removed my panties in the car? I was definitely feeling a little naughty.

Placing my hands on his, I slowly straightened. We were in the laundry room, it was private enough, the kids wouldn't see........

Pulling my dress up, I leaned over the dryer and spread my legs. I gasped a little when the cold metal hit my skin, I gasped again when he slammed into me, crushing me to the dryer. Hard and deep, thrusting over and over, the dryer started banging against the wall.

"Let's go upstairs," I moaned. I didn't want to wake the kids. He withdrew, I felt like a piece of me went with him. I stumbled through the hall into the living room and couldn't make it any further, he was right behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass, pulling my hips to him. He was inside me before I made it to the floor on all fours.

Every muscle in my body tensed for him when I came. I came so hard I don't even remember him cumming at all, but I know he did. The evidence ran down the inside of my thighs.

"Let's get to bed babe, you look tired," he smoothed my dress back down over my legs and helped me to my feet.

Happy New year!