The ride home to my husband was a silly adventure. Ever since I got the new car, I have had a few men compliment me in public. I think it's usually the car. However, women's blazers never really close. So, driving home in nothing by that blazer and a red bra, had the effect of driving around town with my boobs hanging out. The result was several double takes from neighboring cars, a few cat calls, and I think at least one guy snapped a picture. I smiled and waived a few times, resolved not to fall into the mental trap of feeling shamed. I had done this semi-intentionally after all. Besides, I was focused on getting home to Tom. My sex drive was like a coiled spring, and I needed to pounce on my husband to work this energy out.
As soon as I got home, I hopped out of the car, leaving all my things behind in the console. I slowed as I opened the garage door to the kitchen, holding my blazer as shut as it would go. I peered around the door. Tom was waiting for me in the kitchen. I checked left and right, making sure there were no signs of our kids. They were likely gaming in their rooms upstairs, as is their custom. The main floor master bedroom has been quite handy this week.
I entered the kitchen, took my eager husband by the hand, and we rushed down the hall to our bedroom.
"Get on the bed," I instructed, as I cast off my blazer, and kicked off my boots.
Tom lay on the bed and began removing his clothes. I pulled off my leggings, panties, and socks in a single balled up heap. I did not bother with the bra.
I climbed over my naked husband and straddled his thighs. "Are you ready?", I asked, taking his erection in my hand to make sure he was fully hard. He was.
"Yes," he breathed, sounding perhaps too ready.
I scooted up and guided his length inside me. He went in easy; I was plenty ready. I opened my hips, invited his full length inside me and pressed my clit against his abdomen. I let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a grunt. Bracing myself on his shoulders, I started riding him. I was eager to grind my body against his and vent all this sexual energy coiled up in my body.
Remembering that I was having sex with my husband and not simply riding some means to an orgasm, I opened my eyes and made eye contact with him.
"Did you see it?", I asked referring to the video I took in the car with Greg.
"Yes!"
"Did you like it?", I continued. It was perhaps rhetorical, but it was an important question all the same.
"Very much," he said, thrusting his hips up into me.
