I’m not gonna say working from home is easy. I still have deadlines and meetings. I have to clock in like every one else. On top of all that, I’m homeschooling our youngest. Needless to say, I’ve got a full plate.
But, no matter what my day is like, I know my husband has got it harder. He’s talked about his job before on here, the big golf resort. He’s always fixing something or building something. There’s never an off season in the south.
I always try to help him out when he gets home but he stubbornly refuses to let me, stating ” I need to pull my weight here too.”
Doesn’t really make sense to me, something to do with his childhood that he won’t talk about.
Well, one day, he’s had it particularly rough. If it could break, it did. So, I call in back up. I called my mom and asked if she could take the kids for the night. Got them all packed up and got ready for when he got home.
He came in around 5ish and before he could do anything else, I pulled him into the big bathroom and helped him strip down. He was sweaty, dirty, picture most fantasies of construction workers. I knew he was dead tired but it was so hot to see him like that. I pushed him into the shower and stripped down myself.
He’s too fucking tall for me to help wash his hair, so he had to do that much. I took his soap and began to wash the rest of him. I lathered his chest and arms then had him turn around so I could get his back. I took my time and rubbed sore muscles while washing his back. I worked my way down his body and rubbed his ass with soapy hands. Of course, I did the completely classy reach around move. I gently lathered and massaged his balls before putting my hand on his cock.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but for me, there’s just something about feeling a soft cock get hard in my hands. I could feel him grow and become rigid. I slowly began to stroke him as he grew for me. I knew if I kept up, he would blow his load all over the shower walls and I didn’t want that. I eased off and helped him rinse. We got out and got semi dressed.
After dinner, I led him back to the bedroom and had him undress again. Once he was naked again, he helped me out of my clothes and kissed my nipples. Gentle kisses and nibbles on each before I made him lie down on his stomach. I climbed on top of him and began to massage his back. He let out painful whimpers as I worked out nasty knots of cramped muscles. If it got too much for him, I would lie down on him and kiss the back of his neck, letting my body heat sooth his aches.
I had him flip over and despite the painful muscle rubbing, he was hard again. I very gingerly positioned myself above his cock. My pussy was wet from all the grinding I did rubbing his back so when I eased myself down on him, he went in effortlessly. I rocked my hips slowly. The feeling of his cock filling me up then sliding partially out was heavenly. I wanted to go faster but I knew it would hurt him, so I kept my pace. He let out soft moans and whispered I love you’s. I smiled and said them back. Even going at this slow pace, I could feel my climax building. I fought the urge to ride him harder and I’m glad I did. The slow build orgasm rolled over me in waves. I moaned and cooed forever it seemed. I almost fell off of him. I lied down on top of him again. His cock still inside of me.
He kissed the top of my head as I came back to reality. He hadn’t finished yet. He kept telling me it was ok but I had done all that to make him feel good. I wasn’t going to let him go without his release. I eased off of him and made my way between his legs. His cock still glistened from my juices. Tasting myself doesn’t usually do anything for me, unless I’m licking it off of him. I guess it’s more of a claiming then anything else. I took my time cleaning him off with my tongue. I made sure every inch of his delicious cock was cleaned off. My flavor mixed with his made my insides tingle again. I repositioned myself better so I could have a hand for my swollen clit. He had begun to drip precum so I licked his tip. His own salty flavor made my pussy ache even more. I began rubbing my clit as I took him into my mouth. He gasped and moaned loudly for me. I bobbed up and down on him slowly. I love having his cock in my mouth. I kept a good pace with this too. My hand pinched and caressed my clit as I worked his cock with my lips and tongue. He began to throb against my tongue. He doesn’t have to warn me anymore. He knows that if I’m going down on him, he can just let go, and he did. My mouth was suddenly filled with the warm, salty sweet cum of my husband. I came again from fingering myself while his load pulsed from him. He finally stopped just as my climax ebbed. I kept my lips tight as I pulled away. I didn’t want to let any of my reward go. I swallowed it all and licked clean any that was left on him. I licked my fingers clean too, mixing our flavors once again.
He moved out of the center of the bed so I could lie beside him. I kissed his chest and moved up to kiss his lips. He greeted my kiss with his own. Another thing I love is that he’ll just kiss me right after. He doesn’t make me rush off and rinse my mouth out.
I lied there and watched him drift off before closing my eyes and falling asleep myself. I’m so glad he didn’t have work the next day…
I hope you liked this little slice of life. We always have a story or two to tell so stick around.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/syvvye/helping_my_husband_after_a_hard_day_at_work_mf
Good Wife…..Good Times!!!