I have always been told I’m good with my hands. Growing up on a farm teaches you to be resourceful, and since we had little, we had to make do and mend. My hands are my favourite feature. They’re soft, and they get a little clammy, but this only makes them warmer. And for the last year and a half, my right hand has been home to a simple gold wedding band.
For context, I’m a Filipina in my early 20s. I have a round face with glasses, and I wear my hair in a bob. I have a curvy figure, with a chubby arse and chubby thighs, and big boobs (36G y’all). My hubby once said, “Come for the breats, stay for the cooking.” He’s an Englishman, a few years older, tall, with a dad bod and short blonde hair. And of course, a matching gold band on his right hand as well.
One day, as I was preparing the evening meal, my husband returned home with a familiar look in his eye. He grabbed me by the waist, looked me in the eye, and said-
“Take your knickers off”.
I hesitated. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me in for a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing around one another. All too soon he pulled away, and repeated himself.
“Take your fucking knickers off.”
I reached under my dress and slid them off. Handing them to him, he smirked. He put them to his nose, and took a sniff.
“Dirrty bitch”, he said. “Suppose you’ve been daydreaming about getting fucked all day.”
He was right. Anybody who peered in to our house would see the perfect, dutiful housewife. Cleaning, watching a little TV, and preparing a meal for her husband. But inside my head, it was a porno movie. Normally, I would’ve masturbated to relieve the tension, and let my expert fingers perform a familiar routine. But this morning, I woke hubby up with my mouth. I stopped right before his climax, and packed him off to work. I knew if I wanted for his return, he’d fuck me something special.
Backing me up to the counter, he undid the top buttons of my dress, exposing my cleavage. Hungrily, he sucked a nipple, pinching the other. Meanwhile, his right hand was making it’s way up my thigh, feeling the cool metal of his wedding band on my hot skin, stopping just short of my dripping cunt. Bastard. I cupped his face and pulled him in for another kiss, before running my hands underneath his shirt, and pinching his nipples. Next I pulled off his shirt, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. I pleaded with him-
“I’m aching for you. Please, touch it.”
“You first”, he responded.
Obediently, I dipped my hand into his shorts, and started to play with his cock. He was already hard, and he had leaked precum into his boxers.
“Guess I wasn’t the only one dreaming of sex all day.”
He moaned, and responded by running his thumb across my clit, his other hand grabbing my arse. I could already feel an orgasm building, so horny was I.
“Kiss me, husband”, I begged, raspily. And at the same time his tongue entered my mouth, 2 fingers entered my wet pussy. I wasn’t even kissing him anymore, just moaning into his lips.
I wanted to see his stiffness, so I took my hand away from him to pull down his shorts. In another movement, his shirt was gone too. I shuffled out of my dress, and kicked it aside. There we both were, for anyone to see, standing in our kitchen wearing nothing but our wedding rings. I reached out for his cock once more.
“Get it wet”, he commanded. I spat into my hand and resumed stroking him, whilst he grabbed me by the hips, and lifted me onto the counter. Reaching a finger out, he ran it down my slit, a trail of grool staying connected to it even as he brought it to his mouth.
“That’ll do”.
Reaching down, he pushed my hands away, and guided his manhood into my wet hole. My cunt had soaked the counter, and with every thrust, I only leaked more. In and out, he timed the rhythm of his strokes with his grunts. He was transfixed by my boobs, but I wanted something a little more intimate. Once again, my warm hands cupped his face and ran through his hair, and as I felt the heat of orgasm approach, I stared right into his eyes. Building at my crotch, and expanding out like a wave, I was struck by pleasure. Time after time it hit me, sharp, almost painful. Burying my face in his neck, I inhaled the smell of the sweat that only comes from a good fuck session, and got ready to career over the edge. I don’t often cum like this. Normally I have mild, warm clit orgasms. This came from somewhere deeper. A white heat that I can only achieve through denial and his beautiful dick. I didn’t even realise how much noise I was making until after the fact.
Slowly coming down, I took a moment to compose myself. I was hot, flustered, sweaty, and out of breath. Hubby slipped out of my now sore pussy, and stood there looking at me, his cock in hand, idly stroking. God that’s hot. I love watching him wank, especially he uses the hand he wears his ring on. I bet it adds to the friction just a little, so in a way, it’s like I’m helping. I could sit and watch his big strong hand gripping his big juicy cock all day, knowing he’s unable to hold off his pleasure for even a second in the presence of my naked self, but I’m a good wife, and it was time for me to do my job.
“Get on your knees”, he said. And he didn’t have to tell me twice. Greedily, I took his whole length into my mouth, slurping on his delicious sex, both hands gripping his arse cheeks to push him in as far as possible. His hands on my head, he fucked my mouth in the way he wanted to this morning, and as I felt him twitch, and throb, I pulled him out of my mouth, and stroked him the way I know he loves. One hand pulling on his balls, the other slickly sliding around his head. Within seconds, he pulsed, groaned, and shot ropes of thick cut onto my face. The next shots hit my neck, and the last ond hit my tits. Finally, the last dregs dribbled all down my hand.
Standing up, I was greeted with a sweet smile and a soft kiss. He handed me a tea towel, and I mopped up the evidence of our lovemaking from my body. Butbit my face. I was going to let that dry, and keep the memory a little longer. There was cum on the counter, the floor, my glasses, and yes, even my wedding ring. But I didn’t care. That could be cleaned up later. Right now, I just wanted to cuddle, and maybe eat something a little more nutritious.
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