Things get heated when my [F] husband [M] figures out what “I’m feeling cute” means

Hello everyone. Back again in what feels like forever. I have fought with guilt over not posting more regularly. I feel like every time I post I say “this time I will post more”, and it is months before I post again. It really seems to hit me in moods. I am tired of blaming myself for that. I will post when I post, and I hope everyone will bear with me in this! I hope the posts are worth the wait!
So today’s post is not a highly descriptive story of a particular event. I am trying writing something smaller and faster to get it out before I get distracted and don’t finish. This is a compilation of a new and deeply satisfying game I have begun playing with/on my husband (much to his approval).
For context: due to some extreme violations of trust in a past relationship, I have a literal phobia of nudes (don’t want to discuss but suffice to say a church youth group was involved). No matter how sexy and riled up I feel, how in love with my smoking hot body I get, just the idea of a naked picture of me kills my mood. Hard. My husband is more than I ever deserve. He has been cool about this since date one. But I always have felt bad about missing out on that lovely tool of foreplay. The anticipation, the naughty heat of “knowing but not able to yet act” that comes with dirty pics and texts.
All this changed one day last month. Setting the scene:
It had been a rough week for my husband. I wanted to give him one of my “evenings of relaxation” that rarely fails to help him de-stress. A massive load of stress relief if you will. I always do my best work if I am also horny and craving him. So while I was waiting for him to get home, I got one of my vibrators and some sexy undies to get myself going. But laying on my bed, vibrator lazily teasing my labia, I just could not get the hamper of dirty clothes out of my mind.
So I switched to my wearable vibrator (the one with the remote). I pulled on some sweat pants and one of hubby’s shirts and took the hamper to the washer, enjoying a few cycles in between of some of my favorite settings. As I finished and was coming back to the room, I stopped infront of a mirror.
There I was, seemingly innocent besides some extra color in my cheeks. A light sweat on my forehead. My hair slightly a mess from laying on the bed. For a moment I forgot about the growing fire in my loins. I looked cute. The perverted voice of my personality whispered: “so innocent, if only they knew what you were actually doing”.
It clicked. I pulled out my phone and hesitantly took a selfie, bumping the vibe up to my favorite setting just before the shot because I am a cruel mistress even to myself.
I scoured the photo for any sign of indecency. Nothing. Perfectly innocent. With my heart racing, ragged breathing as the vibe raced and my body craved him, I sent the photo to my husband, with “I’m feeling cute”.
Back on the bed, clothes disheveled and edging myself mercilessly, I got the reply. “So cute, can’t wait to snuggle my cute wifey”
Something about how close he was to knowing, but so far. How he didn’t know just what he meant, it was accelerating my already out of control libido.
When he got home it took every. Ounce. Of. My. Will. To. Stay. Clothed.
As he got changed, I couldn’t help myself. “Did you like the photo?” I asked.
“Yeah, your hair looks great today.” He replied. God I wanted him to grab my hair in that moment.
“I was wearing this when I took it.” I gestured to the clothes I was still begrudgingly wearing.
“Yup.” He replied with a touch of confused awkwardness. Ever since the groceries incident, he has been more aware of when he is missing something important. “Lazy-chique, I like. Is it a new line from prada?”
I had no time for his adorably lame jokes. I moved in for the kill. Now hugging him from behind.
“I don’t think you fully get this. I mean, I was wearing all of this. This shirt, these pants. This… ” I clicked the remote in his ear, and softly ground myself against his ass so he could feel the now grumbling vibe still buried in my hot and aching womanhood.
“….ah” he replied. I shit you not, I could feel his ears redden. I couldn’t hold back anymore. That evening I ravished that man. Taking him a bit too quickly so that I could greedily get my needs fully and throughly satisfied.
And that was where the games began. He caught on quickly enough. I taught my poor man to associate key phrases I never typically use to hidden acts of ever escalating pervertity.
“feeling cute” became code for “I have a vibrator driving me crazy with desire”. This one he even played into, sneaking in replies such as “glad you are feeling up to things” or “happy you aren’t as down as earlier” to give suggestions on vibrator settings.
“Feel free to ignore this” became code for “I am not wearing underwear under this dress
“Thinking of you” was code for “I have been reading/watching porn and am craving your hard cock filling me up”
And my most daring I almost didn’t send, “a bit tied up at the moment but wanted to share”. Readers of previous stories can figure out what this one meant.
I was worried that after he knew the game it would loose its fun for me. I was SO wrong. It has become this fun way of creative flirting. All the delicious evil delay of gratification I was craving from nudes.
And then it happened. My husband sent a text on my way back from the pharmacy yesterday. I opened it pulling out of my parking space. It was a picture. A smiling picture but a full one. He normally only takes selfies of his head/face. The caption was “don’t forget to plug in your phone on the way home”.
Confusion came first, I began driving as I disregarded it. Then, wonder. Doubt, cautious wonder. Surely he didn’t mean? That would be so unlike him… but what if? I spent the next 10 minutes in a delicious agony of growing horny thoughts. As I pulled into our driveway my phone connected with the wifi, and another picture came in from him. I grabbed my bag and saw a picture from our honeymoon. It was of a glass of water with a “do you?” Sticker on it. The caption was ” came up on my feed. remember this? I do.”
You guys I sprinted into that house. To find a ready and willing submissive husband who handed me a remote control. I teased that man for HOURS. And we had some of the most intense sex in months.
All this to say: non nude nudes can be extreamly effective with a touch of creativity.
I am sorry this is less detailed than my past stuff. I hope doing less means I will write more often. I wish everyone good vibes, good feelings, and mind blowing orgasms. You deserve them all!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qjdqih/things_get_heated_when_my_f_husband_m_figures_out