She couldn't stop thinking about how fast things can go wrong and how much you need to fight to keep what was right in your life. Her good friends Maggie's house disappeared behind her as she drove back to her own home. Her dear hubby was there, keeping an eye on the kids, and he let her drop everything to go see her traumatized friend. It turned out Maggie's husband was banging a woman from work. Maggie's youngest was too sick for school, and the teacher had called her cell so Maggie went and got little Stevie. The seven year old was suddenly very sick with a fever and was fast asleep by the time the car ride was done. Maggie noticed her husband's car in the driveway, so she went inside to get him to carry the little one upstairs and into bed. But much like the tale of the 3 bears, there was a golden haired invader in her bed. And the tart wasn't eating her porridge, but instead had her husband's cock inside her. On their marital bed. It was lucky that Stevie had fallen asleep, Maggie tossed both of them out.
That was just three days ago. Stevie had started to recover, but Maggie, not so much. Adeline was older, almost 11, and she figured out something was up. Daddy had gone on a sudden business trip was the lie, it would do until Maggie was ready for the truth to come out. Maybe Daddy would be on a long business trip. When she talked to Maggie about the events, it was pretty clear what had happened. A man without water at home eventually will drink somewhere else. Maggie cried as she told the tale; pregnancy had left her depressed and going back to work left her exhausted. She didn't find her mombod hot, how could he? Months turned into years and when asked how many times they had sex since Stevie was born, "six maybe seven times?" was all Maggie could force between the tears. She queried, did he ever ask for more? Maggie said no. Maggie said she had no idea he was suffering.
But it made her think of her own marriage. Most of the time, her husband had no compunction about asking. They had their dry spells, but nothing like the years of drought Maggie had. They had done some freaky stuff, stuff she couldn't believe they were doing, stuff she now couldn't live without. He had opened her mind to creative side of sex and unleashed her inner sex diva. But she thought to herself, "was it enough? Am I meeting all of his needs?"
She loved her husband, and while there was no sign of cheating, she decided to make sure there never would be. She thought back to his last set of sex requests. She had been only listening with one ear, somewhat busy with a bed time detail or two, but she could recall the root of the request. He had wanted to cum on her face, and then have her leave it on for a little while.
Seemed like a hassle to her, and being somewhere else in her head at that moment, she didn't think about it again.
Until now.
She had let him do most of the initiating, but she wasn't afraid to demand what she wanted either. Their last toysome was at her request. A vibrator in her pussy, her husband's perfect dick in her ass, it gave her cascading orgasms that started at her feet and ended up somewhere across the bedroom. They did toysomes for him, using a silicon rubber pussy, but that was on his request.
His request. That triggered the other thing he had mentioned to her that late bedtime night. For her to eat the toy pussy and then feed his dick into it. While she loved boobs and would sometimes stare at other women's cleavage, she could never touch another woman's pussy. She couldn't stand the thought of tasting her own pussy after he had been licking her or the time he had asked for her to lick him clean after shooting his load in her.
It would take some time, and some planning, but she decide right there at the red light at 3th and Main, that she would amp up her sex game and leave her husband so satisfied to leave no doubt in his mind about her love for him and no room for anyone else to intrude.
That night, she sprung her first stage into action.
She came home and surveyed the scene. Walking in via the laundry room, it was clear Hubby had been busy while she was gone. One load folded and in the basket while both the washer and dryer hummed quietly with fresh work. Entering into the Den, headphones and 3DS meant Dear daughter had wrapped up her homework. A crudely drawn sketch of Europe next to some algebra showed her progress was probably thanks to a tutoring session between his doing the dishes and starting another load of laundry. She hadn't asked, he has just done it. Homework helper was his chore; she got medical duty since he passed out while dear son was being born, but the household chores they had agreed to split.
"You did the dishes?" She asked, clearly seeing they were done.
"I figured you might be at Maggie's for a while." He greeted her with a hug. He was a good six inches taller than she, and having sex on the mind she could feel the muscles behind the hug. She loved that body of his the moment she laid eyes on him, and even now as he slid into dadbod and a couple of extra pounds , she didn't mind. Those were the price of the stresses of kids and a job.
"She was a mess." She said as she pulled away. "It was a tense time, and I don't want to talk about it just yet."
"When you're ready and need to share let me know."
She fought back a grin. She knew he'd be sharing first. And it wouldn't be words.
It was 9 o'clock, and she knew what to do. "Baby, can you please draw a bath for me?" She said that loud enough for the family to hear. She could see he didn't want to, but since she asked, she knew he would do it. So she treated him with a whisper.
"While the tub fills, I want you edging in the bathroom, waiting for me. Stay in the bathroom until I get there."
His face exploded in a smile, which he quickly contained. Normally she was the one that did the sexual edging. Getting just on the edge of orgasm, only to back away and let the moment fade a little. She would do it to be ready for him, and she knew he knew what it meant. They hadn't done much edging for him, so this would be a good surprise. But she was going to take it up another notch.
He watched him walk out, rushing but not appearing to rush. They had a giant jetted tub, bought in place of hot tub when they couldn't afford one after loaning her brother some money. She loved the jetted tub, it was her hiding place and helped keep her limber. She would sit in and read her stories, sometimes getting lost in there for hours.
She knew it took about 15 minutes to fill the tub; it would probably take him 10 minutes to get to his edge. That was the best part of this part of the plan. She had so little of the work to do, but she would get all the credit in the world for it. And a hot bath too.
Looking at her phone, it had been long enough. She went into their bedroom, and shut the door and stripped naked. She pushed open the door slowly, catching sight of him and his rock hard cock in the mirror. He turned and their eyes met. Before he could say a word, she lunged at him, and took his cock into her mouth. A low groan came from his lips. There was the pre-cum dew on the tip, she loved the sweetness as she touched it with her tongue. She put her pointing finger and thumb around the base of his shaft and let her other hand gently cup his balls. Swirling her tongue around and over the head of his dick as it entered and exited her mouth, she could tell it wouldn't last long for him. He put his fingers into her hair, but didn't push or hold. She controlled the action and as she heard him draw in a deep breath, his tell that he was about to come, she pulled her mouth off of his cock and pointed the tip at the base of her nose and cheek. Closing her eyes to avoid any accidents, she could feel the hot spurts of cum as they clung to her face. She continued to pump his shaft with her finger and thumb, milking his load on to her. He muttered some four letter words as the orgasmic contractions finished him. Feeling nothing on her eyelids, she opened her eyes and returned the still throbbing cock to her mouth and pulled some of his load into her, swallowing it. She knew it was still sensitive after he came, one of these days she swore to make him come twice in a row. But that wasn't todays' mission. She gave the little spot of wiggly skin underneath the head a little tongue and let his cock slip from her lips.
