Silly Husband.

My husband is a silly, silly creature.

This evening I was getting ready for bed when I somehow ended up crawling onto his lap (which wasn't really a lap as he was laying down on the couch) and moving over him as if having sex. Of course any real amount of pressure "down there" feels good so it was quite pleasurable to be rubbing my clothed pussy against his clothed cock.

We watched VH1 classic as I rubbed up and down his body, teasing us quite a bit. I could feel him responding, arching his hips so his rapidly hardening cock was getting the majority of the friction, too. A few slower, sexier songs came on and we continued to play. His fingers moved over my hips and legs caressingly giving me tingly tickley feelings. A mixture of sex and play.

I finally got up to go to the bathroom (which had been my first intention before I ended up on his lap) but changed my mind and turned around, in a reverse cowgirl position. It's not a position I've ever actually tried but husband IS husband and if there's one person in the world not to be body shy with, it's him. So, I climbed on and found it to be a MUCH more interesting position for dry humping than I had considered. I could rub his cock RIGHT against my clit. I leaned way forward, arching down into him when his hands began teasing the edges of my panties. Tingles of anticipation ran through me as he delved under the fabric, brushing over my lips, I stopped moving, arching giving him better access. My fingers moved between our bodies to rub his cock through his pants as he slid a finger firmly inside me. I began to move against his finger, rubbing his cock. I finally stopped as my body grew tired and the stimulation became more than I could stand without taking over and getting off.

I turned around and slid my body over his, my teeth closing gently around his clothed cock. I smiled up at him his erection trapped. I moved my mouth over it for a moment. I stood up, slightly dizzy and gazed longingly at the now impressive bulge in his pants. "I should go...." He nodded as I moved away from him, still looking at him. "What's THAT?" he asked, pointing away. I took the bait, looking around for "that." Finally he said, "Hmm, nevermind." I shrugged and walked away, not even glancing at him. He cleared his throat, "Umm." I finally looked back at him, pretending not to notice that his pants were gloriously gone and he was hard, waiting for me.

I went upstairs and finally emptied my bladder. That done, I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. I called out "are you going to tuck me in?" He responded, coming up the stairs to be greeted by my on my elbows and knees, laying across the bed the wrong way, reading. Knowing a hint when he sees one, he crawled behind me and pressed his cock against my panties as I dropped the book. He thrust against me a little as I felt the fabric being tucked between my lips. "There, now you're tucked in."

I sighed dramatically and wiggled my ass against him. He began to pull down my panties and I finished that for him, arching again so my pussy was waiting for him. He pushed his cock between my lips, rubbing the head against my clit over and over making me slick with need. I slyly tried to arch my back just right so he'd slide inside me but he pulled back, "you know we can't do that yet... NO BABIES." I whined at him, "babies... fuck... yes babies... please..." He gave me another firm no, and continued to tease me as I continued to try to get him inside me despite the concern over unwanted pregnancy. *I* was not concerned. Chances with me getting pregnant are slim to none. However, we do try to be careful. I had the opportunity, finally, to force him inside me but fucking responsibility got the best of me and stopped myself.

Husband moved over so he was laying on his back, then. "I'm just trying to warm you up for tomorrow," he told me, referring to my overnighter with Frank. I gazed at his cock, a tear of precum on the head. I considered taking him in my mouth, but seeing as he hadn't washed I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. I wrapped my hand around him and began moving it up and down just like I'd learned he liked it. I covered his balls with my other hand, massaging them as I tried to get him to cum. Of course, everytime he got close my arm got too tired to continue. I switched sides and somehow managed to keep up the pace long enough for him to cum on me and himself.

As he lay in the afterglow I got up and cleaned myself off, returning with a warm, wet towel for him to clean himself. "I was hoping you'd bring a towel," he said. I smiled lovingly at him and kissed him. "That's the best hand I've ever gotten," he told me, "including my own. Thank you."

Once he was somewhat recovered, he stood up, still somewhat dizzy with pleasure and kissed me goodnight. He retired to finish cleaning off in the bathroom and when he returned I was wiping my pussy with a piece of tissue. I smiled shyly, "mmm... bit wet." He looked confused, "I swear I didn't precum THAT much." I shook my head at his lack of understanding, "just because you didn't cum doesn't mean it's not wet...." God only knows if he figured out that I was so turned on I was seriously THAT wet. It's been a long time (if ever) since sex (or potential sex) with husband has turned me on enough to get me THAT wet so I don't REALLY blame him for the confusion.

He kissed me a couple of times with words of praise and thanks and let me get to sleep.

Except when he came to bed for the night, I woke up. And I'm still soaking wet. I'm mildly afraid of the puddle that could result were I to actually cum.