Recently I’ve been writing a lot of sappy blog posts about my husband and how much I love him etc etc. I bet you’re anxious for me to get back to telling stories about my wild days, or fucking Dr Smith, or Jane, or Dr Smith and Jane. Well, tough titty. Hubby had to take a trip. It was the first one really since COVID. I missed him. A lot.
I decided to welcome him the way Genie welcomed Major Healy home. No, I didn’t blink and magic him to someplace but I did put on a nightie and had a drink waiting for him when he got home.
“What this? Oh I just put it on because I was warm. Here, have your drink while I get supper.”
A drink, a little teasing and very soon his cock is in my mouth tasting of longing, of comfort, and of home.
I sucked him hard, reveled in his taste, the texture of his skin. The salty pre-cum leaking into my mouth. I reveled in the feel of his balls, their weight in my hand, the softness. I drew him down onto me and moaned as he penetrated my core.
He took me, roughly, urgently. I bit his shoulder and came as he filled me, overjoyed to be his receptacle.