Author: cacti2323

Goddamn I was late again. How was I running late every morning?

I turned the shower on and quickly rinsed myself. After I dried off, I slipped on a g-string and a navy pantsuit. I grabbed my heels and glanced quickly in the mirror. I would have to put on my makeup in the car again. Ugh.

I jogged into the kitchen and my husband stood up from his barstool. He was always up hours before me already working.

“I’m so late.” I said.

“I know. I just want to show you something real quick before you leave.”

“I really don’t have time.”

“Just one second” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me to the couch.

“Have a seat and close your eyes.” He said.

I plopped down on the couch and closed my eyes. I leaned back and took a long, slow inhale to relieve my stress.

As I let out a slow exhale, I felt his hard cock rub softly against my right cheek. Shocked, I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me with his cock in his right hand while his left hand pulled down his shorts. He slowly rubbed it up and down my cheek. Read more »

I woke up, and my pussy was throbbing. I didn’t have to use my fingers to feel my own wetness. I rolled over, and he was gone. He always woke up earlier than me, and he must have been in the kitchen drinking his morning coffee.

I didn’t want my pussy eaten. I needed my pussy eaten.

But it was that time of month, and it would be a long shot. I got out of bed and turned on the shower. This would be my only chance. There’s nothing he like more than a clean pussy, and even though I shaved a week ago, I thought that I should shave it again. Incentives, you know?

So I finished my business, threw on a robe and walked out to the kitchen. He looked up from his phone, and I just raised my eyebrow. He knew what that meant. He smiled and followed me back to bed.

As we kissed, he grabbed my ass with both hands and began to squeeze. I lifted one of his hands from my cheek and moved it to my freshly shaved mound. He let out a slight moan as his fingers danced around my smoothness. Read more »

It was 10 am, and I was already done with this job for the day. How many more briefs would I have to file just so my client could have access to an easement that would allow him to use his own driveway? Such is the life of a real estate attorney I suppose.

As I stared out the window, I decided to text my husband, who was working in our home office ten miles away.

“Tonight?” the message read.

“??” He responded.

“Sex?” I replied.

“Who dis?” He responded. He was a bit shocked, I’m sure. I never mention sex while working. To say I am a bit of a workaholic is an understatement. From 8 to 5:30 each day, I’m way more consumed with work than sex. Make no mistake, I can throw down at night, but my sex brain only works at night. For whatever reason, though, things were a little different today.

“Seriously. Tonight?” I replied.

“What exactly do you want?” He asked. Read more »

It had been a long day with the kids. After two playgroups, a gymnastics lesson, and one baseball practice, I was happy to let my husband have bedtime duty for the night. While he put the kids to bed, I finished picking up the toys in the playroom and headed to our bathroom for a shower.

I opened the shower door and turned the water on and headed to our closet. After removing my clothes, I grabbed a towel and placed it on a hook as I stepped in the shower. The warm water felt so good on my back. It felt particularly good on my ass, as I was already sore from my workout earlier in the morning. Those squats are never fun, but I was reminded of why I did them every other day as I placed my hands on my firm ass. I closed my eyes and bent my head back under the water to get my face and hair wet.

When I opened my eyes again I saw my husband standing there by the shower door staring at me.

“That view never gets old.” He said.

“Get out of here!” I yelled. Read more »

After a long day at the office, I knew my husband Jason could not wait to get out of the shower and get to bed for the night. At dinner, he said it had been one of those days at work when nothing went right. He turned the water off, grabbed a towel, and started drying off. When he finished, he walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of boxers. He stepped into them and basically fell into our bed. He turned on the TV to start his nightly habit of falling asleep with an old show playing in the background.

I walked past the bed and asked, “Sex?”

“I am so tired,” he replied. “Let’s do it tomorrow.”

“I guess I’ll just have to do myself,” I said.

He chuckled because he knew that was not happening. I loved to masturbate in front of him, but never once had I masturbated next to him without him asking me to. I turned the shower back on, and I knew he would be asleep by the time I returned. Read more »

It was a long week at the office for me. Each night, I came home in a bad mood, a product of managing an array of high potential but moody employees in my company. I have a great deal of power to make important decisions each business day. At night, though, I like to be put in my place. Although my job requires me to be in control all day, I welcome the change of pace at night when I go back to my husband.

I exited the shower wearing nothing but a towel around my head and walked toward him lying in our bed.

“Sex?” I asked.

“Do you think you deserve sex?” He replied.

“Please can we have sex?”

I was now standing next to him naked and looking down on him in bed. Small drops of water remained scattered across my perky chest.

“Turn around and bend over,” He directed me. Read more »