I spent the better part of the day being glad husband was coming home. I was horny and needed a good fucking. Part way through I day I even went into the bathroom and rubbed my clit a little. However, when I moaned just a little too loud for a bathroom with 6 stalls and about 100 lockers I decided that perhaps I wasn't capable of being discrete enough to do it in there. So I stopped.
I went to pick up husband and by the time I got there his flight was delayed almost an hour. So I called a friend and talked to her while I waited. Eventually, 11:30 ticked by and still his plan wasn't listed as landed. 11:39 and still nothing. But I happened to look up at the right moment and there was husband striding down toward baggage claim. Yay! Unfortunately, it then took almost another hour for the baggage to be unloaded. Obviously, by then I was pretty pissed off, although I was really glad to see husband.
Even when I first saw him, he didn't reach for me. After a good half an hour I reached over and hugged him. "You know, you didn't even TRY to hug me, I said." I gazed up at him, my lips soft, head tilted slightly, just a little too close, gazing at him... and he stared at me blankly. Finally he seemed to get the hint and leaned over to give me a peck on the lips.
When we got in the car he leaned toward me but was stopped short by the seatbelt. I smiled at him and drove off into the night. I stopped to pick up some fast food since I'd been waiting for him to have my dinner... which was now late. And he told me "I really just want to go home and play with my wife." I smiled at that, "what? I thought you'd be too tired!"
When we got home we ate and he went to bed, telling me "I'm going to brush my teeth. Then I'm going to bed." I finished my food and turned off the tv to follow. "You don't HAVE to follow me." He said. But of course, I had to get up for work in about 7 hours so I followed.
He made out with me a little and I reached down to hold his cock, still under the covers. He flexed his hips against my hand, and I could feel the skin move over the shaft. He was ready to go. So I moved under the blankets and drew him near. I suggested we try missionary for a bit and he began fucking me fast and hard.
In the near complete darkness I closed my eyes and thought of the man from the hotel room. I imagined him fucking me this way and I met husband's thrusts, taking ever inch of him harder and faster. My mind drifted to other men and I imagined he was yet another lover, pounding away. My hands found the wall and I pushed back hard, keeping myself from moving back between thrusts, giving husband something more solid to pound.
I could feel him getting close, his breathing changing, his thrusts more mindless. I asked him, "do you want to do it doggy style?" He stopped, his breath still coming in gasps. "Yeah." He sat back on his haunches, waiting for me to present. I added a little lube to make the entry a little smoother and he slid into my waiting pussy with little effort. He began fucking me earnestly, then. I moaned.
When it comes to husband he is the master of doggy style. His cock finds all the right places and it's one of the most intense positions he and I have ever found. I started to rub my clit but found that physically I was less into this than I might have liked and there was no chance I was cumming anytime soon. So husband came inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing. He moaned a little, when normally he is all but silent. It was a good one.
When he pulled out and I stood up I felt his cum sliding out of me as I ran to the bathroom to clean up. His cum was coating my thighs in thick ropes. Definately a porn star moment. After I'd wiped myself clean I got back in bed and made out with him some more. Of course, THIS is when I started getting super horny. But we went to sleep, instead.
I still can't believe he came to me for sex. It's the first time in... I don't know how long. Just the thought is making my pussy swell. Oh, my.
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