Quickie in the kitchen [f] 26

Last night I went to bed without having sex. After spending all of Easter with family and friends wanting nothing more than for everyone to just go back to their respected houses so I can have my husband re-arrange my insides. But instead I just waited patiently for the evening. And sadly nothing came of it. We have a six month old and well, kids can be cock blocks. So my husband was dropping hints he wanted me to join him in the shower after I put the baby down for bed. But try as I might, it would not happen. Defeated I gave up the idea and he got out after about 20 minutes of waiting.

I finally get her down with little hopes that we can go outside and fuck in front of the bonfire we had going but she woke up in a fit. After I was done struggling with her I was so tired and with me being a little sick, I was done for the night. But that left me frustrated, the husband too. But I got up and went about my house duties. He called me at work and let me know he wanted it, and wanted it bad. It turned me on more knowing he was sexually frustrated while at work and wanting me. We talked on the phone for an hour about what turns us on and the types of porn we prefer, not helping the matter. And by lunch time he was driving home but I knew it wasn’t so he could eat. When he got home he had that grin on his face that I know leads to trouble. He walked across the floor and grabbed my hips in a subtle but firm way and kissed me. His hands move from my hips to my ass and he grabbed handfuls of it and squeezed hard pulling me up to him.

I was playing it off as a casual hello but I was on fire inside. And wet. He walked to the bedroom and I tried to quickly pull myself together before he came back. But I was secretly hoping he was grabbing a condom and lube because right now, one kid is enough. He walked out of the room and I could see the lube in his pocket and my pussy throbs in agreement. But all I did was smile. I was wearing my old pajama pants with holes in them and once in the kitchen he didn’t even give me time to pull my pants down for him.  He had lubed up and tore open one on the holes between my legs and put it in. I bent over the kitchen counter to steady myself but he was already thrusting me into the cabinets. I let out little whimpers with each thrust and I pushed back against him.  It felt good, too good. He was so smooth sliding in-and-out of me I was so wet, really wet. We definitely didn’t need the lube. I felt the heat coming from in between my legs as I adjusted my pants. I didn’t want him to stop but I knew with all the talk before and lack of stimulation for a few days he wouldn’t last long, well long enough for me. I’m greedy.

He did a few deep thrusts and said “I’m going to cum” but before I could respond he said “oh shit” and pulls out of me fast, leaving me feeling empty. I turn around and he had cum in his hands. We forgot the condom in the heat of the moment. That’s why he felt so smooth I missed it, I miss being his cum dump. We cleaned up quickly and he headed back to work and left me aching for him. I cant wait for tonight. I cant wait to feel him inside of me. I will spend the day edging until he gets back. Hopefully I don’t cave under the pleasure and can last until then.

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