Foolish me.

Last night, husband came home from work tired. Sore. "You would NOT believe the workout they made us do yesterday," he told me. "And then today they thought it would be a good idea to make us run 3.2 miles!" He headed up to bed to lay down, turn on the TV, and read. "I might not stay up there if I start getting stiff."

I giggled. "If you start getting stiff, call me!"

"what?"

"If you start getting STIFF... call me!"

"Ah. I doubt that."

I went back to my game but became frustrated. I went upstairs to lay with him, needing his soothing company. As we lay together I reached to feel his shorts. "Guess you're not stiff yet."

We lay quietly his eyes on the tv. Some innocuous g4-techtv show. Husband tells me, "I have a chubby." I reach down and check. It's firm, though not yet hard. Fuckable. I could move over him, slip him inside of me and feel him grow to full hardness, feel it flexing to reach deeper. "I think it's more than a chubby," I tell him.

He pulls his shorts down and I began to trail a teasing finger through his pubic hair and over the shaft of his cock. He bites his lip, squirming. "Don't tickle me!" I continue until he gets fed up and pulls his shorts back up. Covered now again, I use more firm pressure. There's something about hard cock under fabric I can't resist. I work on bringing him to full hardness. He pulls his shorts back down, playing the "you can't tell that I'm pulling them down" game. Once freed, I immediately go back to tickle teasing him. He groans. "You're going to give me blue balls."

I laugh. I move my hand down to cup and massage his balls. "That should help." He groans again. "YEAH, that's going to HELP." I laugh, again. I kiss his pec, letting my tongue trail over his skin briefly. Salty. I won't put my mouth on his cock. Instead, I watch as his hand moves to begin touching himself. I interfere, letting my hand take over. Stroking just right. But only for a minute. I stop touching him altogether. I love to know he wants to be touched... and not doing it. Finally, his hand makes it's way back to his cock and I let him, my fingers moving once again to his balls. Realizing there's nothing to clean up with, I leave him, rushing for fear he'll finish without me.

He awaits my return and we finish where we left off. I listen to him cum, my fingers on the crux of his legs. "You're the best masturbation tool, EVER" he tells me. I smile, "am I your flesh light?" He shakes his head, "no... no batteries. No electricity... well... okay, you have electricity but... let's just start over okay? You're my flesh light." I smile.

I gotta get him to help me cum sometime soon, too. Fairs fair. I should have been fucked, though. Could have been. IF I'D BEEN ON THE PILL.