I love our few wild romps we’ve enjoyed over the years. They’re the memories that stoke the fire. When I had a delicious dream of naughty, quick and dirty sex in the laundry room, during the day (ie: kids are awake) (thanks bootylicious for the challenge) which never seems to happen now with our small children and busy lives, I bravely asked my love how we could make this happen.
I dreamed of teasing one another. Of slipping quickly to privacy in our tiny laundry room, and a little while later my love bending me over the washer machine and taking me wildly from behind.
Plans were made. I would wear my blue dress; naked underneath. We would wait until it was tv show and snack before bed time for our kids. We agreed the night before that I should spend the kid’s nap/ quiet time fantasizing about our meeting and pleasure myself to turn up the heat of my horniness. Our plan making, the night before, turned into a passionate expression of our excitement.
I settled into our bed when everything was taken care of for the afternoon. I took off my clothes, completely naked in the daylight of our bedroom. I started massaging lotion on my lower legs, my arms, then my inner thighs, and then my breasts. I made sure to spend extra attention to my entire chest, stopping now and then to tug at my nipples. I pictured his hands taking delight in me. Filling his hands with my bounty. I thought of his tender lips lightly at first, kissing my breasts, using his tongue to lick and suck my nipples. My sweet honey was flowing now. I lied down under our covers. They smelled like him and our must from the night before. Delightfiully intoxicating. My right hand reached down to to part my outer lips. The first feel of my wetness was like dew on my finger. I let my finger with my dew brush against my slightly swollen clit. Oh, the feeling! My finger brushed my hot button slowly another time. I parted my inner lips to feel my honey flowing out of my pussy. I dipped my fingers into my sweet honey pot, in and then pulling slightly out, then plunging in further, again and again. I was getting so hot. Then my hand rubbed up towards my clit. Faster and faster my fingers swirled around this amazing little joy nub. My loins were on fire and and I was horny for my husband.
I love his cock; the size, the ridges, the way it responds to my advances. Last night was so good. I played with his cock so much it seemed ready to explode in my hand. Instead, my love plunged deep inside me, reaching so many sweet spots of pleasure. My canal gripped his swollen rod, wanting more and more. He pounds me so good. As I finger myself, I think about his hot fuck the night before, to when I reached down to rub my clit as he pounded away, to how I parted my outer lips for him and felt his cock slide between my fingers into my hungry pussy. I’m so wet now. My hips grind with my hand. I want him. I want him to take me with so much vigor that I’ll want to scream. I can’t wait to meet my love in the laundry room.
I sent him an email telling him all about my pleasure session and how hot I was for him. I was just getting dressed when he texted me a picture of his hardness and told me how he couldn’t wait. I love his rod. I wished I could have licked his shaft right then. I lied back down and re-read our hot texts and imagined his cock as I fingered myself, hotter and more vigorously than before.
He came home an hour early. I greeted him lovingly with a kiss and squeezed his ass. It was sad that our littlest was already up from a nap, but we had an hour extra of secret fondling, kisses, and hot whispers.
He shocked me when he told me he wanted to suck my clit and eat my pussy. I didn’t believe him. He used to when we were first married, but I was so uncomfortable with it and still healing from my past. Now things are so much better. God has brought so much healing into every part of our lives.
I had a shower before supper and got myself ready. I dared to trim up my pussy in case he was going to please me with his mouth. When I was done, I rubbed lotion on my whole body and came out of our room with my black skirt and a braless tank top.
I started to put on a load of laundry on to wash. My love slipped in behind me to show me his hardness. He cupped my breasts and asked, “will it handle such a big load?”
My pussy dripped of my honey. “I think so.” I murmured.
He reached to lift my skirt and felt the smoothness of my legs, “Mmm, your legs are velvety smooth. Is there more velvet softness to touch?” He said as his hand trailed my thigh upward to grab my ass. I could feel him grow more when he realized there was only my bare pussy under my skirt. “I am going to fuck your pussy so hard, naughty girl.”
Our teasing had to pause as we helped our kids settle in downstairs. I went upstairs, sat on the washing machine and waited for my love. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and kiss his soft lips.
My husband came in with a blaze, kissing me. Almost as soon as my legs wrapped around his hips he slipped down, lifted my skirt and immediately started sucking my clit and hungerly licked up my honey. He did mean it when he said he was going to eat my pussy! I loved it. For the first time, I loved it. He worked magic with his tongue and lips. It was making me feel weak in the knees. I came. Not strongly, just a warm, soft release. Then he stood up and grabbed my lips with his. I licked up my honey from his mouth as his hands reached for my breasts. His urgency was so hot! I exposed my breasts from my tank top, and he gladly kissed and sucked at my nipples.
Once my legs had recovered a bit, I grabbed his hips to turn him to switch places with me, so he was leaning against the washer. I kissed him while slowly squating down in front of his throbbing rod. Pulling his pants down, I licked his pre-cum slowly. He hopped up to sit on the washer while I sucked on his ball sac. His moans were encouraging me to keep going. My tongue wrapped around his manhood, and I stroked him with just my mouth while my hands played with his sac. He was hard as a rock when I stopped.
I stood up, and he quickly grabbed me with one arm around my waist, the other around my chest, gripping my bare breast, turned me to face the washer and bent me forward. Lifting my skirt he got in position, I leaned into it waiting for his thrusts. He didn’t hold back his passion. Thrusting slowly, in and out, rocking his hips back and forth as he gripped my ass. I gripped the back of the washer. And in some amazing fluke of timing, the washer went into spin cycle, and my love took that to be the time to pound me hard. It felt so good, being pounded from behind has always been amazing for me, but with the washer vibrating against me blew my mind. I urged him on with my hips meeting his thrusts. I came so hard, and as my pussy gripped his cock with wave after wave of pleasure, I felt him harden and release his warm load into me. It’s not often I feel his squirt of cum as he climaxes. It was so good to feel his build up and release.
I stood erect and turned to face him. He leaned in for a kiss when I bent down to suck up our juices that lingered on his hardness. He cried out in pleasure. I stood back up to kiss his lips. We embraced, fully enjoying the afterglow of our love.