This story is longer than most that I write. There are three chapters that are written so that they can be read more or less independently. I hope those who prefer shorter stories, like me, can enjoy them that way.
Background
I don't describe my body much during the story but hope that this brief description helps readers enjoy the three stories. I am five foot three tall and naturally not heavily built but the work I do in the gym has kept me strong and toned. My 35b/c boobs are small but they are capped off by sturdy nipples that grow to impressive sizes when stimulated nicely. The very dark nipples are surrounded by substantial areola that are the same colour but become very crinkled when cold or aroused. My clit is only remarkable in one way and that is that on very rare days it can stimulated to orgasm time and time again. These days I call my 'special days' and they are usually truly memoriable.
Chapter 1 - my husband totally understands my needs.
I had been as randy as hell all day. We had spent the day with my parents in law and there had been no chance for my husband (Bill) to help me out much. We had told his parents to go and relax, after lunch, as we washed up. Bill was nervous about them coming back into the kitchen but I managed to persuade him to stand behind me with his fingers finding my clit. My dress was short and his fingers were inside my panties. I pleaded with him to just take me there and then, from behind, as I stood washing up. I could not persuade him and my frustration grew.
I should explain that generally I like sex as much as the next girl and have always enjoyed a very active sex life, both before and during marriage. I think I may be a little unusual in that every once in a while, I am overcome by a need for sex. The need is all encompassing and has led to some great sex but also to some embarrassing situations. On these occasions my need to orgasm gets stronger after the first one. I must stress that usually one or two orgasms leave me fully satiated but not on these 'special days', as Bill calls them. This day was one of these. I was confused whether or not I wanted to orgasm over hubby's fingers in the kitchen but was very close to doing so when the door to the kitchen opened and his dad walked in saying that he was going to put the kettle on.
Bill's fingers were out of my panties before his dad entered the room. Every part of my body screamed "no" as the orgasm that was right there tried to find some way of exploding. My hips pushed forward and backwards a couple of times even as the threatened climax was stopped dead in its tracks. We finished the clearing up and had a cup of tea. I knew we had to do the right thing and stay at Bill's parents for a couple of hours. I was sitting in a pair of soaking wet panties with a pussy desperate for some action.
Bill could sense my extreme arousal but could do nothing about it. When I went for a pee, I was so excited as the powerful stream exploded from me, I thought it might trigger an orgasm. It took every bit of my willpower to stop myself masturbating I was so tense and aroused. By the time I was back downstairs I wondered why I had not just gone for it, as I could think of nothing other than sex. Finally Bill and I were able to depart from his parents without appearing rude. We had agreed to do a quick visit to the gym and finish off with swim and jacuzzi as it was the gym's closing time.
The time in the gym working out and the swim were disturbed by my desperate need for sex. There were a couple of the men in the gym who seemed to know what was going through my mind, or at least were interested to find out. I am sure that had my husband not been with me I would have struggled to resist leaving the gym and being unfaithful to Bill for the first time since we married. The ten lengths of the pool had me fantasising about being fucked (if fantasising about another man is being unfaithful then I was guilty as charged). By the time I got out of the pool the whole area was empty other than Bill and me. The water seemed to tease my clit as I swam and I wondered whether swimming naked would have made me orgasm.
Bill called me into the jacuzzi and with a big smile said,
"I know it is one of your 'special days'. Why don't you find a jet to sit on before you self-combust."
He said it kindly recognising my desperation.
"I would rather sit on your cock than a jet of water, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers."
After a quick check around the area I settled myself directly over a warm jet but did so facing out of the jacuzzi. I would not normally sit that way but the jet felt perfect that way. I was close to Bill and he leaned towards me and kissed me.
"Cum my little one and cum hard there's a good girl."
When he talks to me like I am a little girl it always melts me. This was no exception although on this occasion I was going to climax whatever he said or didn't say.
"Your little girl is going to cum for you Daddy. She is going to cum so fucking hard she might drown."
I did cum very hard trying to stay quiet which is not something I find easy. The water didn't stop caressing my clit even as my orgasm got less and less demanding. It was lovely but just like on other of my 'special days' it left me wanting more, much more. My glance round confirmed nobody in sight and Bill's protest, as I pulled his shorts down, was not enough for me to take seriously. He took it seriously as I eased myself down on his full hard erection. He panicked briefly before accepting that there was no way he could stop me fucking him, or was it fucking myself.
As I had experienced on these 'special days' my arousal level was soon building beautifully. It was never going to last long as Bill could see my excitement and given our location was not going to tease me. His hard thrusting from below me was plenty enough to trigger our simultaneous orgasms. Reality struck hard as we heard a voice in the distance.
"What are you still doing in here we rang the end of session bell five minutes ago."
