When my alarm went off, I realized that Lydia had slept in my bed. We were naked and her body was pressed against the front of me in a spooning position. I had an erection, par for the course in the morning, and it was between her legs and sticking out in front of her a bit. As I reached to hit snooze on my alarm, she squeezed her thighs together and grabbed the head, as if to say, “Don’t take it yet.” The buzzing stopped and I returned to my position against her. She circled my glans with her fingertips as she ran through the checklist for the day. “You have to be there early, wear your regular clothes, jeans and boots. You have a toiletry bag and a hanging-up bag with a suit ready to go. She paid two gold coins so you’ll be there till tomorrow morning…..Oh, and one more thing.”
“What is that?” I asked. She opened her legs up as she reached down and grabbed my shaft. She licked her hand a few times and rubbed the warm, slick saliva onto my throbbing unit. Then, she angled herself and guided me into her. I breathed out an aroused sigh as I felt her tight warmth overtake my shaft, inch by inch. She rocked her hips in time with my thrusts as I reached around to touch her, already engorged, clit. She began to moan as I massaged her in time with my thrusts and her rocking. The rhythm increased along with the volume of her moans as we galloped along toward climax. I felt her reach back and grab my hair, pulling me toward her. She reached down and placed her hand on my hip as I kissed her neck and continued thrusting. Her moans became higher pitched and more muffled as she continued to approach the edge. Her body tensed up and she lost control of her rhythm, but I kept it going. Her nails dug into my arm as convulsive waves overtook her small frame. I didn’t stop. She recovered for a moment before waves overtook her again. Once again, I didn’t stop. She couldn’t breathe and her moans squeaked out as she climaxed for a third time. I eased up and she relaxed.
Her hands shot down between her legs to catch me as I pulled out of her. I got up out of bed as I informed her that I needed to get a shower so I wouldn’t be late. She got this sexy, half appalled look as if I had thrown down the gauntlet.
“Oh, fuck no! That is not how this goes.” She exclaimed as she threw back the sheets to get up. I walked toward the bathroom and started the water as I heard her feet patting on the tile floor. I didn’t get the shower door closed before she was in after me. The hot water poured down my back as she kissed her way down my chest and stomach. She was almost to her knees when she stood back up and pushed me back against the shower wall. She gave me a quick kiss on my chest and said, “There, now you can’t pull out again.” With that, she dropped to her knees and took me in past her lips. She grabbed my shaft with both hands as she pumped me in and out of her mouth. I choked out, “I’m going to be late.” as a playful jab. To which she replied between strokes, “Then you better come fast.” and one of her hands moved to my testicles. The sensation threw off my concentration and I felt the build up in my prostate as she took me down her tight, warm throat. My knees became shaky as she pulled back to my head and applied suction, stroking as my muscles contracted, shooting loads of cum into her eager awaiting mouth.
She stood up with a satisfied smile and swallowed. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue like a child proving that they had taken their medicine. She said, “Better.” with a wink and flicked the tip of my still erect member to make it bounce. She giggled as she left and stole my towel. I yelled after her, “You suck, you know that?” To which she replied, “You like that about me?
I really do.
It was just before seven o’clock AM when I rang the doorbell of a large house in a secluded neighborhood. After a minute, an extremely fit blonde woman, in her early forties opened the door. She had her hair up and was wearing a silk night gown that stopped at the extremes of her upper thigh, under a white robe. She smiled and led me into the kitchen, where she had cooked breakfast. I sat my bags down and she motioned for me to come over to her, where she had hopped up and was sitting on the island counter. In this position, her robe was open and I could see her nipples pressing against the silk. As I came closer, she spread her legs to straddle my waist, revealing a perfectly groomed vulva. She noticed me looking and pulled my closer. She kissed me and my hands began to slide up her legs. She stopped them and said not yet. “You need to hurry up and eat so you can get started.”
Confused, I asked, “Started with what.”
“I have a list of things that I need you to get done before our dinner reservations tonight. This will be waiting when you get done.” She said, nodding to her gloriously exposed womanhood. Then, she began to flirtingly feed me bites of french toast that she had made, stopping, occasionally, to lick the syrup from my lips.
She gave me a list of things that needed to be done around the house. They were all simple enough, really, but I was a bit confused. I had done tons of work like this before but this was the most that I had ever been paid for a little bit of carpentry. I would look up and see her watching me, smiling. Occasionally, she would bring me some tea or water. Once, as she walked away, I playfully slapped her on the ass and she giggled and went back inside. It was a bit strange, but fun.
By the time I was done with everything, the sun was going down and I was sweating through my clothes. She was waiting inside in some yoga pants that left nothing to the imagination and a sports bra. She led me up to a shower in the master bathroom. Her hair was damp with perspiration from doing some sort of exercise and as I stripped off to get into the shower, she did the same. I realized, after she pulled off her sports bra, revealing her gorgeous round breasts, and peeled of her yoga pants, that I had stopped getting undressed and stood there staring. She gave a shy, flattered smile and stepped over to help me with my pants. As my boxers came down, revealing my, mostly, erect member, she said, “Wow! That’s what that lube is for.”
It was at that moment that I realized she had unpacked my toiletry kit. Everything was in the shower where it would be if I lived there. She took me by the hand and led me under the hot stream of the shower nozzle. She placed her hand on my chest and kissed me. I leaned down into her and we made out as the hot water covered our bodies. We slowly began to soap each other up. Her firm slick body slid against my erection. The difference in our height, paired with the size of my member made it so that I was sliding around her stomach, and with an upward adjustment of it, she rubbed me against her breasts. We enjoyed each other’s bodies as we rinsed off the suds. She smiled and sweetly said, “We’ll have to finish this when we get home. We’re going to miss our reservations if we don’t hurry.”
She helped dress me in my suit. It was a dark grey, almost black, suit with a black shirt and tie. She fumbled while tying my tie but I let her do it because she seemed to enjoy it. She slipped into a tight, short, black dress with a plunging neckline that perfectly complemented her body. I saw her pull it up and I helped zip the back. Witnessing this made me distractingly aware that she had not put on underwear. I kissed her neck and she pushed her hips back into my groin, feeling my constant battle between semi and fully hard, edge more to the full side. Then, she took my hand and led me out the door.
At dinner, all I could think about was her body, under that dress. We had a normal, flirty conversation. She told me that she’s a professional in a large company. She was married, no kids, and her ex-husband had run off with his secretary. The clichéd divorce, that you hear about, but don’t really think it’ll happen. She’s missed having a man around the house, but doesn’t have the time or energy to date. That was the reason for all of this. She wanted a “husband” experience.
She asked me, “If we were married, what would we be doing right now?” so I slid around the U-shaped booth that we were in until I was beside her. I pulled the tablecloth up over her lap and placed my hand on her thigh. I started to slide it up and she gave me a nervous look. She grinned slyly and spread her knees apart to give me access.
I started by massaging the outside of her vulva. I could feel her getting wetter as her breathing deepened. As she got more aroused, she got more comfortable and angled her hips to give me better access. I narrowed my focus and entered her labia with my finger. I stroked the area between the opening of her vagina and her clit, making sure to brush the underside of it with each stroke. By this time, she was gripping my bicep and her breathing was getting a bit shaky. I began to feel what I was waiting for as I shortened my strokes and moved them higher. Her clit was fully engorged now and she was at the mercy of my fingertips. I moved in for the kill. My focus shifted directly to the underside of her clit and she was losing it. One hand gripped my arm while the other grabbed the tablecloth. She bit into my shoulder to muffle the sound of her moans. She fought back a scream and I felt her body jerk as she climaxed. I eased off slightly and then came back harder than before until I felt her jerk again. My sleeve was wet from her mouth and she squeaked out. “Wait, wait, wait!” as I started to try for three.
She regained her composure and called the waiter over. We paid and I had to carry my jacket in front of me to hide my erection. We ran like a couple of high school kids as the valet gave us the keys. She threw them to me and said, “You drive.”
I climbed into the driver’s seat of her SUV and before the valet even closed her door, her hands were furiously trying to unbuckle my belt. I tore out of the parking lot as she got my pants unbuttoned and, in a flash, she had me in her mouth. She couldn’t go deep but she made up for it. Her mouth was so distracting that I couldn’t drive straight and we drifted from lane to lane as her head worked it’s way up and down my cock. Her tongue lapped at my glans and her soft lips rubbed my corona as she pumped me. We were almost to her neighborhood when I had to pull over to keep from wrecking. I worked her clit again and her timing became more inconsistent as she approached climax for the third time. Her body shook again and she muttered, “Fuck!” and pushed my hand away. She changed her angle and started sucking even harder than before. I almost ripped a hole in the seat with my grip as I exploded into her mouth. Without missing a beat, she came up for air, swallowed, and said, “That’s one.” and went back down on me. She was keeping score.
Now, I am competitive by nature and I wasn’t about to lose, but I had to hold my pants up to get inside. She wouldn’t let me go. She kept stroking me with her hand as she climbed out my door. As I fumbled with the keys to the house, she hit her knees again and took me into her mouth. When we finally got inside, I picked her up and shook my pants and shoes off. I carried her, bare assed to the kitchen and put her on the spot where she had fed me this morning. I buried my face between her legs and began licking her already hard clit while massaging it from the inside with my finger. She grabbed my hair and squirmed as I felt her begin to climax again. No holding back this time. She was full-on screaming as wave after wave rocked her body. She momentarily hit a valley between orgasms before I sent her into another one. I looked up and said, “What’s that, five?” She grinned and grunted as she pushed me back. She gasped, as she fought to catch her breath, “Don’t…Don’t….Don’t….Don’t be gentle.” and she shucked of her dress and bent over the counter.
I was surprised by how wet she was as I slid into her. She was fully aroused and grasped at the counter as I eased my way into her. When I was all the way in, I rocked back and forth an inch or two before I started thrusting long strokes. Very few times, have I been able to go all the way in but she was fully tented and was taking me like a champ. As I pumped in and out of her. Her moans turned me on even more.
When she felt herself begin to climax again, she tightened her legs together and squeezed me like I had never felt before. I lost it and came deep into her as she grabbed for anything she could reach. I knew that she came again too because she breathlessly muttered, “Damn it!” before saying “That’s two.” To which I replied, “Is that six?”
She spun on me and locked her lips onto mine. Then, she grabbed me by the tie that I forgot I was still wearing and led me upstairs to the bedroom. She teased and kissed me the whole way up and by the time we reached her bed, I was hard as a rock again. She pulled at my shirt and tie until I got out of them and then she sat down on the bed. Her lips caressed my throbbing member before she suddenly spun around and laid with her head hanging off the bed. She pulled me in close by my hips and guided me into her mouth. She was pulling out all the stops to even the score. I felt the tightness of her throat and saw it bulge as she took me in. She pulled and pushed on my hips as she guided me in and out. This was a first for me. The sensation, paired with the view and her eagerness, drove me to the limit quickly. She could sense that I was close, so she pulled me in all the way and shook her head and throat as much as she could until my knees buckled and I had to brace myself on the bed as I came.
She worked me back to an erection with her throat and mouth as she held up three fingers. Then, she pulled me out and I collapsed on the bed.
She climbed up on top and straddled me as she took me into the warm, tight, wetness once again. She slowed things down and milked my shaft with her vaginal muscles. She could control the tightness at will and she used it to her advantage. I ran my hands all along her body as she ground her hips into me. I caressed and squeezed her supple breasts and she moaned. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed her into me to help stimulate her clit. She ran her hands over my chest as she pumped and I could see the look of ecstasy sweep across her face as she began to come again. I felt myself lose control as her orgasm turned me on to no end. We came together for what seemed like an eternity as we both locked up, tangled in each other as spasms and waves of pleasure overtook us. Then, we collapsed on the bed together, spent.
The next morning, she cooked eggs in nothing but an apron and I had her again at the counter and again on the kitchen table. I got my bags and she kissed me goodbye as I left like I was leaving for work. She told me that she had already set it up so that I was booked with her for one weekend a month and next time, she would win.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bsc1dd/the_husband_experience_mf
Great work. Keep them coming
I’d definitely enjoy more stories like this one. Great work!
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