A Rainy Morning [F29/M30][married][BJ][prone sex]

## A Rainy Morning [F29/M30][married][BJ][prone sex]

The first thing I notice when I wake up is how *dim* the room looks. The quality of light is murky, like brackish water. It surprises me because it’s already 8 o’clock. Where’s the sun? I roll over to look at my husband. He’s not in bed. The door is open and a clatter of dishes filters in from the kitchen.

I’m still groggy, wearing only a tee shirt and panties as I walk down the hall. “Honey?”

The electric kettle growls but I hear him, humming to a jazz standard playing quietly. I find him facing the counter, in the midst of making breakfast. He’s wearing a red apron over pajamas, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. I’ve told him before how much that little slice of domesticity turns me on and I wrap my arms under the apron. His belly is warm. “Yes dear?” he says without looking.

“Did you take it?” I rest my cheek on the back of his robe and it’s so warm.

“Take what?”

I let out a little giggle. “The sun.”

“Ah. Weather’s not playing nice, is it? Sorry sweetheart, but no, I didn’t take it.”

My hands wander lower, over his thighs and belly. “Are you sure? Maybe I should search.”

“Anh!” He stands a little straighter when I cup his balls, his dick sandwiched between his crotch and my wrist. I love how he’s so skittish, like a little puppy. My puppy. He grows thicker as I start to rub his groin slowly, massaging that cock I love.

We stand like that for a while in silence. It’s not often I get to be the big spoon but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Do you like that?” I ask as I slip my hand under his elastic waistband.

Eyes closed, he can barely speak. “It’s good. Real good.”

The kettle reaches a full boil before he does and lets out a chirp that grabs our attention. I feel him pull away to pour water into two tea-bagged mugs. Such a taskmaster. Sometimes his one-track mind is a good thing, like when he goes down on me, determined to get me off. But it seems that he only has eyes for breakfast this morning. I aim to change that.

“How long do they need to steep?” I ask.

“Four or five minutes,” he says as he sets a timer.

“Good. That’s plenty of time.” I gently turn him around, away from the counter and drop to my knees. His bulge protrudes from under the apron. I lift it like a skirt and dive under.

God, I love his scent. When I pull down his pajamas and boxers to his knees, there’s a pearl of precum already weeping from his cock and I rub it into the head. His moans filter in from above. Music to my ears. I lick my lips and kiss his balls, playfully sucking on each one until my mouth makes a soft pop.

It’s getting hotter and steamier under the apron and I love it. Holding onto his shaft, I start to pump him, stroking that cock as I wrap my lips over it. He tastes nutty and salty and fucking wonderful. I only wish I could see the expression of anguish on his face as I suck his dick to the back of my throat.

I love it when instinct takes over and he starts to rock his hips, thrusting into my mouth. I’m doing this. I’m driving my man wild with my hot wet mouth until he *has* to fuck it. Until I bring him to climax and he unloads deep in my throat. I don’t waste a drop.

The timer dings. “Told ya so,” I say with a grin and take my mug to the couch.

 

I hear the pitter patter of rain falling harder on the skylight above the living room. The drops are big and splash with increasing frequency. Definitely not a good day to be outside. But it is a *perfect* day for tea and lazing around with a good book. I curl up at one end of the couch and pull a blanket over me and reach for the romance novel I’d started this week, a real bodice-ripper. Safely cocooned, I dive into reading.

The story is weak but the sex is hot, set on a Caribbean island invaded by illogically bare-chested pirates. For a moment I’m jealous of all the warm sun they’re getting while the cold rain grows more intense outside. I look out the window and it’s coming down in waves. I take a sip of tea and the heat from the mug lingers on my fingertips.

I don’t know when it starts, but my hand strays from the book as I read a particularly explicit scene. The heroine, the dockmaster’s daughter, has been lured to a quiet island beach by a rugged sailor who’s crass language is matched by his sexual prowess. My fingers find warmth again, but this time it’s between my legs. I rub over my panties and a tingle radiates inside me, heat from the cotton and my own sex mixing together in sensual harmony. “Fuck,” I mutter. I almost forget my husband until he slips his hand under the blanket and massages my feet. I jolt with surprise and the book flies in the air.

Hubby lets out a laugh. “Oh my God, your face is beet red.”

“Don’t do that to me!” I jest.

“Now who’s the skittish one?”

I pick up the book and find my spot but the moment has evaporated. I let out a sigh and back track a couple paragraphs to get into it. But in the corner of my eye, I see him staring at me. “What?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, cozied up with a book. How did I get so lucky?”

I’m blushing for him. Holding the book in one hand, I lean over and kiss him, his lips like a warm dessert. “Would you like to show your gratitude?” I ask. I push off the blanket and lie down on my belly, bounce my ass in his general direction. “Show me a little love.”

He takes off his pajama bottoms and starts to stroke his cock while massaging my ass with his other hand. His thumb slips between the crack and finds my wet pussy waiting for him. It’s amazing, the slow teases he delivers over my panties. I’m gasping.

“Pull it down and fuck me.”

“Read to me.” My husband isn’t exactly illiterate but he never got into romance novels. The thought of reading it now while getting pounded from behind got me even more wet. I prop the book against the armrest and put a pillow under my chest for comfort. My bare ass is flat on the couch as he straddles my leg.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans as my tight pussy grips his cock.

I have to admit, it’s hard to read aloud when a dick is shoved in your pussy but I persevere. For literacy. “Scarlett had never been to this part of the island, the *anh* trail barely visible on the jungle floor. As palm fronds gave way to *fuuuck*…”

It continues like this for another paragraph before I can’t focus on the page. I can feel his balls slamming into my prone ass as he picks up speed, thrusting harder, pinning me to the couch. He grabs my sides and his hands are electric, adding more energy building inside.

I want to come so bad, to touch my clit and spread my legs but he’s trapped me under those powerful legs and arms, fucking me senseless until I forget to breathe. He’s no pirate fantasy.

He’s my tea making, breakfast cooking, apron wearing , domestic god drilling my aching pussy. it’s my husband that makes me come so hard I’m shuddering under him. Fuck those Caribbean bitches. He follows me over the edge and after a few grunts pushes deep into my cunt and falls on top of me, smothering my neck with kisses. I get up and the couch is soaked.

“I’ll get a towel,” he says, rising to stand but I pull him back down into an embrace.

We intertwine our arms and legs, leaving no light between our bodies. I look up and see the rain still falling on the skylight and it sounds beautiful. “Leave it for now, love. It’s only going to get messier today.”

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