Date night with the husband [MF]

My husband (30) and I (29) have been together for 12 years and married for 6. We both work full time and have a young child together which of course means we have busy lives and therefor less time and energy than we used to have. Regardless, we still make an effort to spend quality time together and have a healthy sex life.

Last week we arranged for someone to watch the little one so we could have a date night. It had been a while since we’d gone out together and the thought of an evening with just the two of us was enticing. We decided to keep it simple with dinner and a movie like we used to do when we first started dating. It had been years since we had gone to the theater together and the idea filled me with nostalgia. I looked forward to it all week.

Saturday finally rolled around and we headed out. The smell of the cinema brought back memories of our first dates and how we used to drive around town aimlessly afterward just to spend a little more time together. We watched the movie, ate popcorn and Skittles, sipped on soda, and held hands (which I know doesn’t seem exciting, but that doesn’t happen often when you’re always juggling a toddler or groceries). It felt like we were teenagers again as I forgot about the stresses of daily life and reveled in his company. Feeling his fingers intertwine with mine filled me with warmth and contentment.

After the movie, we headed off to dinner. Food, drinks, and conversation always make for time well spent. We were both in a good mood, enjoying our alone time, and the drinks helped us relax and forget about the long work week. While we waited for the check, I gazed at him, appreciating the man I was lucky enough to call my husband… his muscular arms, his strong stubbled jaw, his wavy dark hair, his sexy hazel eyes… I couldn’t help but get turned on thinking about the fact that he was all mine.

Satiated after our meal, we headed home. We changed into more comfortable clothes and poured ourselves a couple glasses of bourbon – on the rocks for me whereas he took his neat. We chatted and joked for a while before I decided to step out onto the balcony for some fresh air. Our house is set into a hill with a gorgeous view of a lightly wooded field surrounded by rolling forested hills. We have neighbors on either side a couple hundred yards away but during the summer the veil of trees between properties fills in with leaves and provides some privacy.

Leaning on the railing, I took a deep breath and felt the cool air fill my lungs. I heard the sliding door open as he stepped out to join me. I expected him to lean on the railing beside me but instead I felt the weight of his body as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, his whiskered cheek against my hair. Feeling his body press against mine sent shivers up my spine. I had been thinking about him all week, getting myself riled up when my daydreams inevitably took an adult turn.

The whiskey had washed away my inhibitions, so I pressed my ass into his groin. I gently rotated my hips until I began to feel his cock stir through his pants. He responded by slipping a hand under my tank top and cupping my breast, massaging my stiff nipple between his fingers. I felt flushed and began to feel a familiar tingle between my legs. I leaned my head against his neck as his other hand traveled downward, under my waistband, between my thighs, and began to gently rub around my clit. Every touch sent sparks down my legs and up my stomach. I was wet from anticipation and his fingers slid inside me with ease. I began to roll my hips and moaned softly, enjoying the sensation of his fingers on my clit and his rock hard cock pressing against my ass through the fabric of his pants.

Suddenly we saw headlights coming down the road as the neighbor’s car came into view. He withdrew his hands from my clothing and just held me while the neighbors pulled into their driveway. I expected him to lead me to the bedroom to resume our activities. Instead, I felt him stealthily slide down the back of my shorts. Without hesitation, I arched my back slightly to give him better access. I knew we should go inside but didn’t care, I just wanted him inside me. I felt the head of his cock press against the opening of my pussy. He paused, torturing me with the pressure. I *needed* him inside me.

As the neighbors turned to walk into their garage, my husband slowly but firmly thrust his hips and buried his cock inside me. I had been waiting for this all day and savored every inch of him as he entered me. I shuddered and stifled a moan as I leaned forward and held onto the deck rail, tilting my hips to try and take as much of him as I could without moving too much. He had one arm around my waist, one on the rail beside me, and his head next to mine as as discreetly fucked me from behind. The idea that the neighbors might glance over and see us drove me wild. Even though from far away it would have just looked like a husband hugging his wife… we knew.

I squeezed tight around his girth as he slowly but firmly slid in and out of me. The combination of the cool air, his warm body against my back, the adrenaline rush of possibly being seen, and his rhythmic thrusting had me dizzy with pleasure. Once the neighbors were inside their house, I returned his hand to my clit and rolled my hips back and forth, taking his now throbbing cock deep and grinding against his fingers. I couldn’t take it much longer and half whispered, half moaned “I’m going to cum!” He ever so slightly picked up the pace, then thrust into me deep as he began to pulse and fill me up, each thrust causing cum to dribble out of me and down my vulva. Feeling him cum always puts me over the edge. I did my best to stay quiet as my own orgasm washed over me, my hips reflexively bucking against his. He stayed inside me for a few seconds, very lightly rubbing me as my orgasm ebbed and I relaxed against him. As he softened, he pulled out, slid our pants back up, and embraced me from behind. A soft kiss on the neck was the perfect ending to our impromptu escapade.

Once we settled down we went back inside to enjoy some ice cream and binge the new season of Stranger Things. It was an evening I will never forget.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cfgcow/date_night_with_the_husband_mf