Author: rocketsmakemehorny

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12bjvdx/marital_bliss_part_1_f_denial_true_story/)

I heard the stairs creak. My body trembled and I willed it to be still. *You’re sleeping* I told myself. I focused on my breath. Inhales filling me up, exhales pouring me out. Each breath cycle made the tug of desperation between my legs increase.

My labia, my clit, my pussy tingled from my two previous orgasms. As I patted myself dry after using the toilet, my swollen pussy was raw and trembling. I wore my sleep shorts with nothing underneath. The fabric was soft and cool, and it soothed my tender skin beneath.

Yes, two orgasms should have been enough. But I wanted more. I didn’t just want the mechanical pleasures of a vibrator, no matter how well it technically did the job. I wanted the whole man. My body hungered for his touch, his kiss, the feeling of his warm, ridged cock inside me rather than cool, smooth silicone. Read more »

I went to bed early. I’d been horny all day, and by the time the kids were asleep and my chores were done I was desperate for some relief. *Coming to bed?* I asked my husband, careful not to let on my dirty thoughts. *Not yet* he replied. I swallowed my disappointment and climbed the stairs alone.

I took off my clothes and slipped on my sleep shirt, a grey tank with thin lace racerback straps. The shirt hung loose around me, allowing easy access to my chest and stomach. Sometimes I’d wake up with the straps shifted and one breast or the other sticking out. I placed my sleep shorts to the side of my pillow. No need for those just yet.

I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. Quietly, so as not to wake the kid in the next room, I took a bottle of lube and my hot pink rabbit vibrator from the bedside drawer. I held the tip close to my opening and drizzled lube on it. Some dripped down to my waiting cunt. I used the tip to spread the lube around, then slid the vibrator gently into me, but left it turned off, resting inside me. I pulled the covers over myself. Read more »