Marriage Heat Writing Challenge – Horny Hostess

I’ve read stories on MarriageHeat.com anonymously for a while, but have always kept to myself until now. However, the recent Writing Challenge put on by the website has finally gotten me out of my shell. This is my first ever story about sex, but hopefully I’ve picked up enough from all of the other writers to make a decent go at it. I hope you all enjoy it!

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Horny Hostess

“…Well, it was definitely good to see you again, Dave, and Linda as well, of course,” I said to one of our two guests as I walked him out to his car. His wife would be coming out shortly after a quick pitstop in the bathroom. “We should do this again some time!”

“For sure!” Dave replied. “I’m out of town all next week on a business trip, but maybe we can work something out for the following week.”

“Oh, really? Where are you headed to?” I inquired, curious, as my friend had started a new job since I had last seen him several months ago.

“Way out to New York, in fact. I’ve got a deal to work out with a big client. I was actually able to get a plane ticket for Linda on the same flight in the same row as me! It was a miracle. Having her there will be fun, she’s always wanted to take a trip to the east coast, and the company didn’t go cheap on the hotel either. We’ve got a nice room with a king bed already booked.”

“That’s neat. I hope you guys have a good time in there, er… over there, same difference.” We both chuckled a bit at the crude joke made accidently by my lazy brain. “Maybe we can get together for dinner again once you get back?” I asked, trying to turn the conversation back to our next visit.

“Definitely! I have the Monday and Tuesday following the trip off from work,” Dave replied.  “We’ll try to get our place tidied up enough for you guys to visit for an afternoon.”

“Sounds good, I’ll count on it! Have a safe drive home.” I said, terminating the main part of the conversation just as Linda walked out and climbed into the car with her husband.

After a brief good-bye as my good friend and his wife strapped on their seatbelts and drove away from our secluded woodland house, I turned around and headed back inside.

The first thing I notice is that the empty wine bottle and glasses have already been cleared from the coffee table in the living room. I assume that, since that’s the last place we were chatting, that’s where my wife would have begun the clean-up cycle, and that she would now be working on the dining table and kitchen. I couldn’t be farther from the truth. As I walk into the kitchen, she is putting the very last dirty dish into the dishwasher. Everything else has been completely cleaned up already. This woman amazes me. Her speed in cleaning things up always leaves me shaking my head in disbelief and thinking “It would take me ten times as long to do that!”

Still in a near-shock state, I asked my wife, “That’s it? You’re done cleaning up already?”

She closed up the dishwasher and turned to face me. If I thought I was in shock before, I certainly was now. We’ve been married for over three years, but even now, seven years after we first met, my heart still skips a beat whenever she looks at me. Even when hard at work, she looks so perfect, with her long and curly dark brown hair framing her dark brown eyes.

“Yes, I am, no thanks to you.” She sounded like she was still in a good mood, but a bit frustrated that she was left to clean up alone.

“Sorry I didn’t help, but someone had to say goodbye to the guests properly!” I argued, making the excuse intentionally lame.

“Hah!” She laughed, lightening up a bit. She turned around, walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it, bending over to place a bowl of uneaten rice on a lower shelf.

“Are you sure you didn’t leave me anything to do?”

“Hmm…” She thought. “Well, now that you mention it, there is something…” she seemed to trail off, reaching farther back into the refrigerator to arrange a place for the rice.

It was at this point that I noticed something you would have thought I would notice as soon as she bent over. She had gotten herself into a position where the back of her purple dress had been pulled up, and I could see the underside of her butt cheeks. She glanced at me just as I noticed this, and her sly grin told me it was intentional. She milked the “I’m-having trouble-fitting-this-rice-in-here” act for a few more seconds, revealing more of her wonderful backside in the process. There was something different about the situation, but I couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment.

She finally left the rice alone, stood up, and closed the refrigerator.

“Yes, there is one thing,” she purred, continuing the conversation I had nearly forgotten about. “Since I’ve done all the clean-up, it’s only fair that I have you do one little favor for me.”

“Alright, and what would that be?” I asked, ready to do just about anything she wanted at this point.

“Well, it’s hardly even a favor, since I’ve made it so much easier for you already,” she hinted, her voice dripping with innuendo.

I was thoroughly enjoying this, but I was a little confused at this point, and it must have shown on my face, because she rolled her eyes and turned away from me again. But this time, instead of walking away from me, she pulled the back of her dress up all the way to reveal her beautiful backside…… with nothing else covering it.

I couldn’t decide whether to react in disbelief or arousal, so they got mixed together in my verbal response: “Mmm… So… you went without panties the whole time Dave and Linda were here and I didn’t even know about it?” Her sly grin grew even bigger now that I had figured it out.

“That’s right, baby…” she said, coming up to me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me lightly.

Once she pulled away just far enough for me to speak, I prodded, “Now, about that favor…?” I couldn’t help but reach around and get a handful of her luscious butt as I waited for an answer.

She breathed in sharply as I touched her, then replied, “Since we’re done with dinner, I know you probably want dessert…”

I needed no second invitation. I moved my hands to the underside of her butt and lifted her up to where she was sitting on the island counter. She pulled the dress up around her waist and spread her legs to reveal an already-moistening pussy. I took a breath as I admired her. Her beauty is still everything it was on our honeymoon, and more, and I don’t expect that to change any time soon.

Not able to wait any longer, I reached in and touched her feminine sexuality with the first two fingers of my right hand while supporting her with my left. She threw her head back and moaned with pleasure at the first touch. First parting her lips, then rubbing her clit briefly, I fulfilled the favor she had asked of me, although I consider it so much more fun than work. Ramping things up a bit, I stuck my index finger slowly inside her, moving it around slightly to hit all the right spots. She moaned again, then pushed the top of her dress down to free her perfect breasts. Awesome, it was a two-course dessert! Moving to two fingers in her dripping pussy, I decided to pleasure her breasts as well. My mouth knew just what to do, sucking gently on her right nipple and licking all around it.

“Ohh.. tha… that’s good….” she moaned pleasurably.

“You like that baby?” I asked, looking up from her breast.

“Oh yes, don’t stop…” she gasped as I resumed my sucking and brushed her clit with my thumb.

We continued this way for several minutes, my own love stick making a bulge in my pants. I was ready for the second course of dessert, and so was she, moaning louder and almost gasping for air as I put my mouth to her pussy and continued using my two fingers inside her where my tongue couldn’t reach. Between my mouth on her lips and clit, and my fingers inside, she didn’t last long.

“Oh… oh yeah… I’m gonna come baby… gonna come… oh.. OH!” She cried out as she orgasmed, dripping her love juices all over the counter and my face. Giving her oral isn’t only fun for her; it gives me the best view possible of her pleasure, plus she tastes awesome when she’s having fun!

“Look at you! You got pussy juices all over the counter! What are we going to do about that?” I asked playfully, poking fun at her.

“Oh screw you,” she said, pushing me away and giggling.

“You’re going to screw me, eh? I like the sound of that…” I intoned very suggestively.

“Nope! I already have!” She cried triumphantly.

“What? How so?” I asked with a confused frown.

“Well, you just did me a favor for cleaning up the kitchen so fast. The truth is, I had everything but the dinner plates and silverware cleaned up hours ago while the rice finished cooking! I made it seem like a big deal just so I could have you eat me out.” My horny hostess said passionately.

Comprehension, then fake anger rolled across my face. “Why you little…” I began, but she was already running from the kitchen and down the hall, laughing the whole way. As I pursued my playful bride, I saw her make a quick turn into the bedroom, but decided to draw it out a little longer by “searching” for her.

Laughing to myself, I silently thanked the Lord for bringing this wonderful, beautiful, sexy, playful woman into my life. It was my intent to add more adjectives to the list, but it turned out to be an expletive instead when a crazy naked woman jumped me from behind and dragged me down onto the hallway carpet.