Marital Bliss Part 1 [F] [Denial] [True Story]

I went to bed early. I’d been horny all day, and by the time the kids were asleep and my chores were done I was desperate for some relief. *Coming to bed?* I asked my husband, careful not to let on my dirty thoughts. *Not yet* he replied. I swallowed my disappointment and climbed the stairs alone.

I took off my clothes and slipped on my sleep shirt, a grey tank with thin lace racerback straps. The shirt hung loose around me, allowing easy access to my chest and stomach. Sometimes I’d wake up with the straps shifted and one breast or the other sticking out. I placed my sleep shorts to the side of my pillow. No need for those just yet.

I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. Quietly, so as not to wake the kid in the next room, I took a bottle of lube and my hot pink rabbit vibrator from the bedside drawer. I held the tip close to my opening and drizzled lube on it. Some dripped down to my waiting cunt. I used the tip to spread the lube around, then slid the vibrator gently into me, but left it turned off, resting inside me. I pulled the covers over myself.

Unlocking my phone, I pulled up the erotic story of denial I had started reading on my lunch break. The begging is what really turns me on. *P-please… Please let me come.* I gripped the vibrator with my vagina, lightly grinding my hips to soothe my aching gspot. Soon my inner thighs were slick with lube and my own wetness, and the vibrator began to slide side to side, denying me the pleasure I sought as I rocked my pelvis. I grabbed a dirty Tshirt lying near the bed and wrapped it around the handle of the vibrator, clamping my thighs closed to keep it positioned. I turned on my favorite clitoral setting, a light rumble that crests to a stronger wave, then fades back down.

I continued reading. *She was desperate now. Rocking her hips as if searching for his hand as he drew it away.* I turned on the shaft, allowing the mechanical thrusts to press into my gspot as I kept the handle, wrapped in a Tshirt, clenched between my thighs. I rolled to my stomach and bucked my own hips as I continued to hungrily read the story.

Slowly the pleasure built within me. The words on my screen blurred and I let the phone slip from my hand, instead reaching down to push and roll the rabbit on my swollen clit. Finally I felt my ecstasy reach the peak. I tumbled over into sweet release, massaging the vibrator into my clit as the sensation changed from pure pleasure into agony, my engorged clit now hypersensitive. I turned the vibrator off, but left it laying in my soaked pussy. I rolled to my back and relaxed as I continued the story.

Minutes passed and the story built to it’s own climax. My vagina tightened once more around the vibrator’s shaft, my hips moving subconsciously, seeking pleasure. A shiver passed down my spine, as if my whole body beckoned me for another round. I reactivated the vibrator, welcoming the thrust of the shaft within me and the cresting waves on my labia. The rabbit head was teasing me, long silicone ears brushing close to my opening, but not quite hitting me where I needed it most. The heat built beneath the covers and within the pit of my stomach as I continued to chase the surge of pleasure. I reached my hand below the covers again and pushed the rabbit down onto my clit just as the vibrating wave crested and retreated. I moaned softly as the pleasure receded along with it, then felt my body tense as the wave crested again. *Yes* I whispered, more like a question than a statement. *Please* I begged to nobody as my pelvis rocked and my vagina tightened. *I need this* I whimpered. The rabbit wasn’t enough for me this time, I turned on my clitoral vibrator and wiggled it over my mound, the delicate curve at the top slipping into its place on my clit, cupping it, surrounding it, bringing new waves of pleasure as it did. I squeezed my thighs together on the vibrator handle, still wrapped in a now sodden shirt, urging the thrusting shaft deeper inside me as I rolled my hips and my hand again and again.

*Finally.* As always, it took much longer the second time, but finally I was on the edge. I panted and clenched as I felt the precipice give way beneath me. Again I let the vibrations go on as the waves subsided, allowing pleasure to give way to pain, relishing them both. *Yes.* I mouthed silently. This time it was not a question.

I heard noises from downstairs. My husband was preparing to come to bed. I slipped the vibrator from my aching slit and hobbled to the bathroom. I washed and dried the vibrators, then voided my bladder and crawled back into bed, slipping the vibrators and lube back into the bedside table and plugging in my phone. Like nothing ever happened, I arranged myself on the bed, making sure a nipple peeked out the side of my scrap of a nightshirt and pretended to sleep.

To be continued.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12bjvdx/marital_bliss_part_1_f_denial_true_story