Author: vanilla-honeybush

My husband’s childhood home was demolished earlier this week. The foundation was bad, and repairs would have cost more than to tear down and rebuild. His mom still owns the land even though the house had been vacant since she moved out about 14 years ago.

What does a house have to do with my story? Well, it was the house in which I lost my virginity, as well as taking the virginity if my husband (then boyfriend). That’s right, we have been together since we were 16 years old, but *that night* happened when we were both 17.

We were typical teenagers, really. My mom and step dad were very strict, so I did a lot of lying and sneaking around. His mom was not strict at all, and often worked a second job as a waitress at a bar and grill in the evenings. This left the house vacant for us to fool around. Read more »

I told him I wanted him last night, but I needed a shower first. I was extra horny for him because we hadn’t had sex all week long due to the thunderstorms waking our daughter up. I rubbed my pussy gently in the shower but wouldn’t allow myself to come to orgasm. I wanted to save it all for him.

As I stepped out of the shower and just started toweling off, he entered the bathroom and stood behind me. He pulled me in an embrace with my back still to him and gently fondled my breasts as he kissed the back of my neck. I leaned back into him as ringlets of water ran down my body from my still wet hair. His erection pressed up against my backside and I pushed back and moved up and down against it. He reached down and moved his cock to my pussy lips, gently teasing around my opening. I moaned as he pushed my upper back down and thrust my hips back so he could enter me from behind. I gripped the sink as the tip of his cock just barely caressed the inside of my pussy. When I couldn’t stand it anymore he grabbed my hips and finally thrusted his full length into me. It was all so hot to me…the fact that I was still wet from showering, that he couldn’t even wait for me to dry off or come to the bedroom, the desperation in the the way he was thrusting, the slapping sound of our bodies hitting. I moaned as I came, clenching his dick with my pussy. Read more »

My husband and I both have a pretty high sex drive right now. Due to work schedules (we have both had to work outside the home as usual during quarantine) and our 7 year old daughter we “schedule” sex twice weekly. If we have energy enough during an “off” night we may have a quickie. Saturday night is always our “good” night, where we take an extra long time building up, teasing each other all day, and make our sessions last as long as possible.

Last night, however, it wasn’t in the cards. Our daughter had a nightmare shortly after she went to bed. She was so shaken she wanted in our bed. We were both still up, so I tucked her in and went about my evening chores. After I walked the dogs, I checked on her and she was sound asleep. I told my husband I was going to finish the dishes and then go to bed. Read more »

Let me start by saying I like to be guided around or even forced into positions and pinned down during sex. My husband took a while to get comfortable “making” me do things, but he definitely has the hang of it now and our sex life has never been better.

Last night was a first, however. We were having some simple foreplay, I had just come out of the shower and was wrapped in a towel. He was wearing only boxers. We were lying on the bed, me on my back, him beside me and leaning over me, and we were making out while he fondled my breasts and played with my still wet hair.

Suddenly he opened my towel, grabbed my right hand and placed it on my already wet pussy. He then let go and started to suck my nipples. I stroked myself a little but then instinctively reached for his cock. He batted my hand away and put it back in between my legs. I could feel his warm breath in my ear as he whispered “I want to watch you get yourself off.” He started forcing my hand against my pussy and rubbing it up and down for me. He then removed his hand and went back to my nipples, stopping every few seconds to enjoy the view. Read more »

I’m a 37F married to 37M. My husband is aware that I am also sexually attracted to women. However he has no idea the extent of my fantasies.

My chiropractor is a woman in her late 30s (I’m guessing) named Jenny. She’s taller than me (she stands about 5’6” where I’m a measly 5’2”) and very slender. She has a beautiful face full of freckles, gorgeous red hair about shoulder length, and a smile that puts me at ease.

I go in for adjustments monthly. I always look forward to her hands running along my spine. When the tips of her fingers touch the back of my neck I get goosebumps. “You have to relax,” she always tells me. But she has no idea the amount of sexual tension she’s putting me through. I can feel myself getting more aroused as she moves her hands all along my body.

Today as I was leaving her office, I was even more hot and bothered than usual. I got to my car and started rubbing my pussy on the outside of my jeans. I realized how busy the street was with cars and people walking. No, I had to wait until I got home, a 30 minute drive of pure torture. My pussy throbbed against my jeans, begging to be touched the entire time. Read more »

I always know when he wants me. All day long every time he walked past me he had to fondle my breasts or grab my ass. He’s not subtle. That evening after our daughter was in bed I took a steamy shower and slipped into the silky button down pajama top that he liked, along with some silky black panties. I walked out to the living room where he sat in his recliner and watched the grin spread across his face. He followed my like a puppy dog to the bedroom.

He playfully pushed me down onto the bed and laid beside me. He took my face in his hands and started kissing me, first slowly and sweetly, then deep and hard. I placed one hand behind his head as we made out like horny teenagers. One of his hands slowly crept down to my panties. He pulled my panties to the side and started gently massaging my clit with two fingers. I had to stop kissing him as I moaned with pleasure. He slipped a couple of his rough fingers into my wet pussy and continued massaging. I put my hand over his to press it harder into my pussy. As the first throbs of orgasm hit I gently bit his lower lip. I tried to stroke his erect penis but he batted my hand away and started kissing my neck. He ripped my silky shirt open, the sound of buttons popping off and hitting the walls excited me even more. Read more »

It took me a while to figure out my biggest “hot areas,” so to speak. Meaning where and how exactly my husband could touch me to get me wet reliably. Not that I had trouble *wanting* sex, but sometimes starting and getting the right amount of turned on and lubricant was tricky. I don’t know, it’s difficult to explain, it just seemed like I always heard people say they really liked to be touched or kissed a certain way and they were instantly turned on, and they just hadn’t happened to me.

Until it did. I always masturbated by rubbing my pussy on the outside of my panties. I like to stimulate my clit, then when I get ready to orgasm press my hand against my vulva and feel the throbbing. I always liked my husband to rub the outside of my panties too, since that’s what I did myself. He had fingered me before, but that night, he did something different. He stuck his hand in my panties and took two fingers, and started slowly rubbing up and down, from my clit to my pussy, back and forth. Read more »

I (37F) had sex with my husband (37M) last night. That in and of itself is not unusual. However, we tend to almost “plan” sex. We have a 6 year old daughter, we both work full time and have physically demanding jobs. Basically, we’re tired. We’re tired and sore on most days. We tend to have sex when we’ve had a day to recover from life, so to speak.

But last night….we were winding down for the evening, laying in bed and watching tv. We were holding hands as we often do. He started to kind of massage my palm. We looked at each other, and it was clear we both wanted to fuck. Right now. We just started making out, and I was so turned on by the suddenness of it that I didn’t even need any sort of foreplay. I started trying to pull my pants down, he grabbed them and ripped them off for me. It was like we were so *desperate* to fuck. There was almost an animal sense of urgency about it. He couldn’t even wait to get my silk panties down. He just pushed them to the side and slid right on into my pussy just like that. Read more »