So my husband isnt germ scared, but does take this seriously. Our routine is one person brings the groceries in, the other sanitises them and puts them on the counter. Then we put everything away.
[For real this has actually done wonders for the organization of the cubbords and I highly recommend it. Will be doing it after pandemic ends]
My husband, let’s go with Alex, asked me which job I wanted. The groceries weren’t heavy, but the walk to the van was long, outside, and down steep steps. Not about to try all that the way I was. So I picked wiper. He agreed and gave me a quick kiss on head.
This sent a jolt through me, as my first rule for myself was this: whenever Alex touches me, I change the vibration mode of the vibe. (It has 10) Alex loves to touch me, and I figured it was how he would eventually find out.
I was so flustered, I forgot to click the button until after he had left. Setting two started, a steady constant buzz. Nice but not much and only slightly more noticeable than setting one.
I started sanitizing and stacking the groceries, softening my eyes to focus on the feeling of the little vibe. Slowly, I felt the mood from earlier returning. That warm stirring. Alex took many trips to get everything in and I made sure to watch him, not overly muscular but still gets me going to watch. Strong, mine, careful but intentioned. I was in a building haze when he asked me why I was wearing the hoodie. Out of it, and caught off guard, I said ” I was cold”.
It was not cold. Very much not cold. And I am very hot by nature. That was like saying I have a bad taste in my mouth while eating chocolate. He gave me a look. My heart skipped a beat. I didnt plan on this ending so soon, but the sudden thought of discovery shot through me and all that hunger I was building became a ravenous desire. My heart was beating so hard I could swear you could hear it. My legs were legit starting to shake.
“I like the hoodie shorts look. Works in a weird way.”
Readers, frustration is a cruel bitch. That was like the worst and best edge. I was so pissed at him and needing of him in that one moment.
Then I remembered rule two: if he compliments me, I increase the vibe level. (Each of the 10 modes has four levels, low med, high and off.) As he walked to get the last of bags, I clicked up to med, which made me hate/crave him even more.
After he got the groceries in, he took over the last of the sanitation while I volunteered to put away the dry goods. I did this for two reasons: one on med, the vibe was doing a much better job and at times it became harder to keep my composure. Two: fridge goods requires bending over, and I didnt trust myself to balance at this point.
I took a handful of cans and went to start putting them away. But not before a “love you” and a quick cheek kiss moved me into high on setting 3: the dick setting. It builds nicely, but then pulses randomly. It’s sole design seems to have been to frustrate. And on high, it did its fucking job. With the second setting, I could almost adjust and get some form of satisfaction. With this, I was always aware. Aware of the vibe. Of the way the shirt caressed my chest. Of the words written on my body. Of the amazing cock so close and yet so far. Of how much I needed release. him. I leaned against the wall for support to take the weight off my legs.
Bad move. I managed to pin the top of the thong that I had somehow managed to forget about, and drag it up slightly. I became very aware of it then, and of the vibe which was now pulled into a much more satisfying position.
Had it been on any other setting I would have came hard right there. But fucking setting 3 just held me in slutty limbo, cock hungry and craven for his touch.
“I saw these hair pins and thought they would look cute on you. You were complaining about your fringe.”
The oblivious motherfucker. I stared blankly at him and clicked the button. The next power level was off. I fought so hard to not just strip right there and pounce on him taking what I wanted so badly. But I challenged myself. I could only be had if he takes me. I am a stubborn bitch. Fuck me.
“Cute, thanks.” I said as blandly as I could. He seemed content with that and moved on to the frozen foods.
I put the last of the cans away, frustrated and impatient for the vibe to return. I purposefully turned and reached to make the shirt fondle my breasts, savoring the only stimulation I could give myself. Even just that did so much, I was so worked up. I even bent over for no damn reason, hoping he would catch sight of the writing that peaked out. If he did he didnt say anything.
This is the man who is ALWAYS horny. What the hell!
A few moments later, lost in some very mixed and horny thoughts, I was overloaded by a big from behind hug. This is not uncommon, but it send literal waves of pleasure shoot through me as my boobs were pressed and rubbed.
I eagerly clicked the setting button. Setting 4 is my favorite, a steady buzz buzz buuuuzzzz that I absolutely love. Nothing. Still on off power mode.
And he said nothing. We stood there in silence, me literally hanging with need on his words, anything to give me the release I need so badly. I couldn’t help myself, I began absent mindedly grinding my ass softly, pleadingly against his crotch.
“I missed you while I was out.”
And he was walking off, to put the toiletries away. He left the kitchen and I collapsed against the counter and clicked the button. Even on low, setting four could be enough at this point. As badly as I needed relief, I knew an orgasm now, like this, would only make me more frustrated. but i would be too sensitive to go again for a while. I fought it. hard.
I have no idea how long it took him to come back. It felt like an eternity. When he saw me bent over he rushed to me concerned (I have a thing where sometimes I get really bad stomach pains and anxiety). He turned me to face him, and we locked eyes.
And he saw me. The me underneath, looking up at him, craving needing lusting for him. He saw me. A slight hesitant smile formed on his face, and his hands went to my hips. A slight jump of the eyebrow, he discovered the vibrations. I was entranced by his face, by the moment. I could not look away.
His hand traveled flat, palm against my stomach, fingers down, from my navel down slowly, agonizingly until he cupped my trembling womanhood. But either playfulness or uncertainly kept him still.
I could not contain myself. But all I could do was say “please” and look into his eyes and finger the hem of my shirt. It was enough. He unzipped the hoodie, and removed it. He lifted the shirt over my head, the caress sending shivers down my spine. He looked at me with awe and desire, reading the words on my chest and in my eyes.
Use me. He looked at me, and I nodded. It was the permission I think he needed. Because things happened fast after that.
He ripped the shorts off, and saw thong and the next writing, the words that were all I could think about: fill me.
With a devilish smile, he said “if that’s what you want” and whipped me around, so that I was leaning on my elbows against the counter, my ass out towards him. Without thinking I raised my ass, turning my hips in a gesture of offering and pleading. I’ve never needed him like I did in that moment.
And then I felt it, in one smooth motion slide into me. A single, slim, finger. It was like needing a fire and being given a match. I drove my hips down in an only semi aware motion of trying to satisfy what I could and took the whole finger greedily.
“More” I demanded without thinking.
A second finger joined.
“More damnit” I actually freaking yelled.
And then, finally, the moment arrived. Readers, I have had good dick from this man in the past. But this was the single most amazing moment I have ever had with anything in me. It was simultaniously the greatest satisfaction and awakening of hunger I have ever had.
I let go. I gave in. I fucked that dick. At some point I noticed the vibe was jabbing into me in an odd angle and I frantically pulled it off and *threw it away* to clatter around on the floor. My arms gave up and I splayed myself onto the counter. Normally that cold on my skin, especially my boobs, would make me jump. But at that moment it just spiked my extacy and sent me over the edge into a whole body orgasm. It was godly. Alex hadn’t finished, but paused as I clenched around him pulsing with each wave that crashed over me.
And I needed more. I knew it. Whenever I tease myself like that I always need at least two or three orgasms to feel done. But usually my clit gets too sensitive to do back to back, and inside isn’t normally enough.
That. Was. Not. The. Case. Now.
I was too fargone. Alex asked if he could continue for a bit to try and finish. I replied with crazy thrusts. It took much longer this time for me to build back, but soon I was close. But so was he. As I was building, I heard him let me know he was close. I went harder in a desperate attempt to finish before him. So close to mine, I felt his tale tell burst of quick thrusts.
In a last ditch effort I yelled “fill me” and push back, taking him as much as I could. I felt him pulse as he came into me. My legs buckled a bit under the weight of it all.
And i slid what felt like another 10cm down onto him. And that was enough, I came hard.
Normally when I cum I dont like him to stay inside. It feels.. wrong somehow. But with both of these, feeling myself cum around him I was filled. Sated.
He pulled out, and grabbed a paper towel from the roll and gave it to me to clean with. I held it against my crotch in a fog.
Finally coming back to myself, I mumble about cleaning up and waddle to the downstairs bathroom.
Alex called from behind “I should go to the store more often”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hh1ayj/the_time_i_f_got_myself_crazy_horny_for_my
I LOVED this.
God DAMN that was a hot read!
I was SO scared that it was gonna be left off at just part 1, thank god for this??