I had spent the past two days traveling…..Visiting some family out of state and sleeping in the guest room of my sister’s place. My wife was unable to get off work and thus stayed behind. What this translates to is 48 hours of my wife mercilessly bombarding me with deliciously dirty texts, knowing that I would not be able to cum until she gets home Tuesday night (tonight). I got off my flight around 3pm and was home by 3:30 pm…..I was squirming on the couch within minutes…..texting my wife….painting detailed fantasies of me cumming with her tongue teasing my cock….days of unsatiated need gushing into her mouth….coating her throat as it works around my still pumping shaft to swallow every last drop….I was frantic…whimpering at her replies, hands shaking as I type my responses…I made a dedicated effort to distract myself, and it almost worked. I walked to the cafe with the good M&M cookies….purchased one for me and one for my wife….and then an extra to sneak for now. I came home and put the two cookies on the kitchen counter and settled back into the couch with the third and a glass of milk to boot up mass effect.
Author: ienjoyfries
[MF] A Rough Breeding
I was already in one of my aggressive moods….waking up horny and alone… my wife had left early and was away for most of the day handling some work errands. I tried to distract myself by baking but it was only marginally effective. Finally, while the cookies were cooling on the rack, I heard the door and bustling of her arriving home and sitting down her things.
She padded into the kitchen a couple minutes later on bare feet and in her usual home attire….a soft t-shirt and panties… her bare legs tan and smooth, peeking out from the long shirt that just barely showed the curve of her plump little butt. She fixed me with a smile and kissed me, reaching behind me as she did to pluck a cookie from the counter. I savored the kiss….moaning deeply as my hands moved to cup her perfectly round, tight bottom. She pulled away once she seized the warm, gooey treat…giggling as she scurried back into the living room. Shouting back through a mouthful of pastry.
“these are good honey!…..you used all the white chocolate didn’t you?”
[MF] Vanilla on the Couch
My wife and I were sat on the couch watching cheers…the smudged plates from our dinner of pot roast and mashed potatoes stacked on the coffee table as we lounged lazily…content from the delicious dinner we had spent most the afternoon preparing.
With a happy sigh she leaned against me, her warm form pressing into my chest as I felt her arms wrap around my middle. Her tiny feet curled under her…in a soft muscle shirt and blue running shorts, her face nuzzled against my white v-neck. I smiled down at her and leaned in, kissing the top of her head and burying my face in her hair.
“we made a good roast love~” her voice a little muffled by my chest.
I didn’t answer right away… but took the tip of her ear into my mouth instead, suckling and tracing the tip of my tongue under the curve of soft flesh. Feeling the sudden intake of breath and her body go suddenly stiff…just like it always did when I sucked on her ears.
“Do you want me to go make dessert? I think we have some leftover pavlova…”
[MF] Moving and Blowjobs
When my wife (then girlfriend) moved in with me I decided to surprise her with a bed…..a great big Victorian style antique four poster like we had always talked about buying. I had hunted for months on the sly….traveling around to estate auctions and antique malls…trying to find that perfect blend of creepy and cute that my darling and i revel in…
One of my antique dealer friends called me a week before the move, telling me that he had three that may interest me on his next shipment….and of the three, the second was a perfect fit. I bought it on the spot and did my best to keep up the secret in the remaining week…..I am terrible at secrets….but for once I stayed quiet.
We spent most of the next week slowly blending our belongings…numerous runs to goodwill to discard my cheep doubles of her belongings…settling into our lives together as comfortably and naturally as we always do. Finally she ran back to meet her landlord for a final walk-through. Leaving me and her cat to relax in the air conditioning, hiding from the august heat.
[MF] Raping my Wife
I am typing this entirely too drunk and some were on the edge of blacking out so please forgive any gramtical shortcomings as I recount a story at my wife’s request:
I had learned to recognize the agent provocetur boxes as they arrived on the front porch. My wife had ordered something pretty. A beautiful matched set of forest green silk. Garter, bra, panties. She wore them with Charcoal grey thigh high stockings and a little choker affixed with an emerald. She looked stunning and was in the mood to tease.
She came down for dinner in nothing else. Pulling away from my touch and doing her best impression of a cat (pet with your eyes only). She slipped away to the couch after we finished our meal and I decided that I was going to do something about it.
I fetched our little slr and set it to record as I walked down the steps. Placing it before her, couch in frame, as she lounged across it….stockinged feet pointed off to her side. I didn’t give her a chance to process she was being filmed before it took her.
[MF] Breakfast
My wife had had a rough few days and was exhausted by 9pm (just as I was finishing up the dinner dishes). I found her mostly asleep, flopped across our fluffy white duvet in her baby blue stripped thong and one of my white v-necks. I changed into pajamas and gently snuggled up beside her, wrapping her up in the duvet and my big goofy arms. She promptly bit my forearm and passed out with a contented sigh. I laid there grinning at the back of her head…savoring the scent of her hair…and then I blinked and it was dawn.
I nuzzled her then rose quietly to the hard wood, walking around the bed towards the kitchen to start coffee. Pausing to stare creepily…..ahem….affectionately…at my wife. She had flailed in her sleep (as she always does) and now rested on her side with her arms at odd angles and one foot raised to hang off the side of the bed. Her tan toes pointed as if she were a jumper frozen mid-leap.
[MF] In the Parking Lot
I got to my wife’s car about 5 minutes before she had planned to take her lunch. I was trembling as i leaned against the rear fender watching the lazily moving traffic breeze by the little alley of an employee lot….the lot was far from secluded, i thought, feeling my heart pounding somewhere in my throat ….and in the front of my jeans….
She had teased me all morning…filling my phone with steamy texts and dirty fantasies. We had fallen into one about me fucking her in her car iduring her lunch break and she had asked me to touch myself for her…..I had instead pulled on clothes and driven to her office….
She was five minutes late…bustling through the door with a blazing look of excitement mingled with a frantic hunger. Her eyes went right to me and she burst into a grin to match mine. Her little dress swaying around her thighs as her wedges clacked and clopped across the pavement.
[MF] Butter
I was just starting the cake when my wife got home from work. Two sticks of butter and three cups of sugar creaming in the stand mixer with a teaspoon of vanilla as i watched. I was in jeans and a white v-neck under the “kiss the cook” apron she had given me our first Christmas together when she padded into the kitchen in a her black dress and stocking feet. Grinning at the tell-tale whur of the mixer and the sight of me with my hands scraping down the sides of the metal mixing bowl.
“White cake?” she asked hopefully as she stood on tiptoes in anticipation of the kiss
“Nope! poundcake!” I said as I leaned to press my lips to hers
She let out an excited squeal and pounced on me. Making me scramble to keep my balance as her tiny body drove into me and i was tangled in her arms. For someone so small, she is surprisingly strong when it comes to bear hugs and I laughed as i hugged her back, keeping my butter and sugar coated hands from her dress “welcome home sprinkle butt”
[MF] The Time My Wife Blew Me in Coach
Last night, I posted a story and it drew my wife’s attention to my profile. She realized that I had deleted an older story I had posted, and, to my surprise, she missed having it to read while I am away. To make it up to her, I am typing her a new story to replace it (sorry honey <3). This is a story from our first few months as newlywed’s ~
We arrived at the terminal entirely too early and passed time in the sparsely populated airport bar drinking beers and splitting a basket of fries. We were dressed like parents on the way to a PTA meeting and that has always been a stunning look for my wife. I can’t contain myself when I get lost in daydreams of starting a family with her. It always leads to thinking about where we could begin~
I confess, I teased her. Leaning over to kiss the tips of her ears, brushing my hand against her bottom as I helped her with her jacket, nibbling her lip as I bent down to kiss her. I could hear it in her voice and see it in her stiffening posture and knew that her daydreams were drifting in the same direction as mine.
[MF] Using her
My wife and I live out our days in a blissful state of loving one another with an overwhelming ferocity until such a time that all passersby gag from overwhelming joy at the sight of us or we both spontaneously detonate in each other’s arms showering said passersby with glittery, gory chunks of rainbows and unicorn butts. We live to see one another’s happiness and with that comes the understanding that if we ever need something from the each other, we take it….without reservation or inhibition or….um…..another word that mean the same thing (I am not the eloquent one in this relationship….I am trying my best here…).
Anyhoo.
I have had a rough week. I am being slowly crushed under a miserable hydra of a project at work that refused to end and my attempts at relieving stress through my normal sanctum of baked goods resulted in three dozen burnt failures in the kitchen trashcan. My wife brought me comfort every chance she found but she is similarly taxed with her workload and our time together has been sadly limited. This afternoon while she was out I found myself moping on the couch….a little horny from folding laundry because I am entirely unable to not vividly recall every sexual encounter my wife and I have had involving each pair of underthings in the pile…and I realized I needed her…to use her…to fuck her on the floor until I could remind myself that she is the only thing that is important.