I heard the sounds of his keys before the door opened. I didn't glance up from the stove while preparing the stew. It just needed a few more minutes and it would be done. I already had the table and his beer waiting for him at the table. I heard his heavy footsteps as he walked through the house, making his way into the kitchen.
"Hi honey, how was work?" I asked, without turning around. Before I felt his hands against my back, I felt him. I decided to wear a loose orange dress today since I felt like getting dressed up. Hoping it would make me feel better about myself. The dress only reached my knees and it fit my figure quite well. I wasn't tall nor was I short. I had an average height while my husband stood about two inches above me. My weight has been fluctuating, but I did have some small curves here and there, but nothing too exciting. I could be considered an average-looking woman, maybe even below and average, due to the bags underneath my eyes."Tiring, my captain was being my ass. How was your day? The food smells good," he spoke in his deep voice that used to shiver down my spine. He moved his hand up to my shoulders, beginning to massage them. I leaned back into his embrace, letting out a sigh."That sucks. I decided to make stew tonight with Hawaiian bread. I didn't do much but paint this morning. Oh, and see my clients," I responded and turn down the heat on the stove."That's good baby," he spoke before one of his hands lowered from my shoulders and down toward my left breast. Palming my nipples with the dress. "You look pretty today."Thank you." I tilted my neck to the side when he lowered his head and dipped in for a kiss. He kissed my lips before kissing down my neck sensually. I let out a low moan as he sucked on my skin in-between Kisses. I slowly felt his other hand trail down my back, down to my hips before slowly hitching my dress up. I placed one of my hands on top of the one playing with my breast before speaking. "Babe, we're about to eat dinner and the stove is on-""Turn it off, I want dessert first, "he said and continued to play with my body. I could feel him getting hard through his uniform. He kissed me some more, and I followed through by turning off the stove. I tried to turn around in his arms, but he stopped me. "No, I want you like this. "With that he said, moved us away from the stove to the counter beside it . I was still facing away from him as he bent me over and fully hiked up my dress, so it sat on my hips."Isn't there a rule about disrespecting the uniform or something?" I asked quietly when I heard the sound of his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipping. He then used his hand to rub against my clothed pussy, belting out a laugh."That's for the military Rita and if it was, no one's here to watch me fuck my wife," he as I heard him shuffle some more. Sening the irritation in his voice, I chose to keep my lips sealed. He placed his hand away and decided to push my panties to the side instead of taking them off. He then took both his hands and spread my ass cheek wide, causing my eyes to widen. I heard him spit his saliva drip down my ass to my pussy. Then he pushed inside of me without a second thought."Humph," I groaned when he hardly settled inside me and just began to thrust. Right away I felt discomfort. "Kenny wait-" I I threw my hand back to slow him down. But he pushed me away. Pushing me down roughly against the counter. He slapped my ass once, twice and thrice as I squirted during the harsh pounding. I had no choice but to take his frustrations as little whimpers left my lips. Groans of satisfaction left my lips as his pelvis met my behind. My ass jiggling seemed to goad him and his grunts became louder. I had to hold on to the counter so as to not hit my head on the cabinet above me."Fuck. fuck! Take this dick-uh- " he was thrusting so hard my whole body vibrates. I just wanted it to be done and over with. I didn't think he would last long anyway with the way he was going. Soon enough I was right and he spent himself on me. I breathed a sigh and started to get up before he pulled out, grabbed me, and turned me around himself. Kenny then lifted me onto the counter, pulled my panties down my legs, and shoved himself down without warning."Kenny!" I exclaimed in surprise and then shouted again when he pulled down the front of my dress. Nearly ripping the fabric as he exposed my breast to his eyes. He leaned in and closed his mouth on my left breast. And I moan to turn him more, hoping he'll finish faster. I had my legs splayed out on both sides of him with my currently ripped panties hanging from the other side of my legs. My breast and pussy were fully exposed, as if I never had clothes on, to begin with. If this wasn't a sexy image to get him to cum, I wasn't sure what it'd take. Although I wasn't fully turned on and a bit taken aback by his aggressiveness, I had to admit the position was spicy. I caught an image of our reflection in the bowl I had set on the table across from us suddenly, I had no idea what came to my mind.I paid no mind as Kenny ravished my body and instead took in my appearance. My pretty skin was soaked in sweat. My tits were bouncing free from the confinements of my dress. The current state of my dress was ruffled against my waist as my husband took me roughly. My brown eyes narrowed slightly on myself. Realizing that I look sexy and my lower hips began to tingle. Still using the blow across from us to see myself, I looked down at my husband. Closing my eyes at a sudden onslaught of emotion hit me. I shake my head subtly. No. I opened my eyes again see that instead of my husband inside me, it's was a different man.I let out a yelp, closing my eyes again to which Kenny takes that as I'm truly into his love fest. So he begins to speed up once more. Going a step further by spearing my legs wider using one of his hands. At this point, my husband is punishing my pussy and I know I'll have to take a soak for a while in the bath tonight. I sigh in defeat and let him take me, knowing any protects will egg him out.A couple of minutes later, Kenny comes inside of me again, breathing hard. I start to kiss his head as he gathers his breath. Once he does, he starts raining kisses on my chest, telling me he loves me. I tell him the same as he begins to kiss my breast again. This time taking his time and making sure to coat them in his spit. I start to moan for real this time because my breasts are sensitive and love attention."You didn't nut," he says and trails his lips lower. I Shaked my head. He nods and slides down between my legs and peppering kisses. Although I don't orgasm that night, I love seeing my Kenny happy.Hearing nothing but the cricket chirping outside and my husband snores, I can't sleep. Thinking back to the recent events that occured once my husband got home. After our romp in the kitchen earlier, I cleaned myself up in the bath room while Kenny helped himself to a serving of the meal I made. When I return to the kitchen, I cleaned up our mess and fixed myself a small plate of food. I didn't want to eat more than what a woman should. As Kenny likes to say, I do often. I then join Kenny in the living room as he watched television and ate his food. I curled up next to him as I ate, and he puts his arm around.A cycle we've continued for years before we got married. As I sat in his arms, hardly paying attention to the screen, all I can focus on is my husband. Some days it feel surreal that I call him that and others…. I wondered if I stop. Not wanting to think negative, I reflect back on our early married days. Where we couldn't stop calling one another husband and wife, smiles foreve
It's been weeks since Kenny and I decided to hold off on having a baby. There hasn't been any sex between us and my body has been given a much needed -break. So far Kenny has stuck to his promise and I've been having trouble trying not to feel terrible. Not only am I anxious and stressed that he might find out the truth, but I'm so scared as to what will happen after this month is up. Maybe I'll come to the decision that I do want to have a child with Kenny. I mean what else is there for me to do?Life has continued as if we have never tried to conceive in the first place. Kenny is off to work at the police station and I regularly take on other clients. My occupation has been like my art in a way. A way for me to escape my home life as it's been less stressful. Many times I have wanted to stay at work longer to help my clients through their lives. However, I have to be the wife Kenny deserved which didn't include working late nights. I had to work hard, come home before he did to
For as long as I could remember, I had always been alone. No parents, no siblings and no family. Although I was put in a harsh system, I was one of the lucky few who did experience anything trumatic. I only wonder why I had to grow up with other children who didn't have families. Some I made friends with, others I never had a chance to. Once I hit eighteen, they left me to fund for myself. Due to high grades and scholarship opportunities, I had no choice but to go to college. At least I will have a roof over my head. I couldn't say the same for other orphans who didn't have my luck.Although I was able to build a life for myself, I struggled. As an orphan, I didn't have as much of an education as other children. When it came to college, I had to take the most basic of classes which cost money I didn't have. Not only was I suffering financially, but I was also street about keeping my scholarship, my grades were beginning to tank, and I was anxious. Then with a job I managed to get with
Without noticing, we arrived home. I unbuckled the seatbelt and followed Kenny into the house. Once inside, he placed his key on the hook beside the door and walked upstairs. I stood in the hallway for a few minutes, lost on what to do. Eventually, I gained the courage to walk upstairs into our bedroom. I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I sigh, taking off my shoes and placing them in the closet. Then I went back into the room and sat down on the bed. Waiting for him to finish.As soon as he did, he opened the door not minding his nakedness. He made his way to the closet, ignoring me completely, causing my heart to sink. I sat there patiently as I heard him shuffling around. At least, he came out still naked but with clothes in his hands. He made his way to our bed and sat down, still ignoring me. Taking this as an opportunity to apologize, I made my way behind him. Drop of water from his shower still glistened on his dark skin.I reached a hand out to touch his back softly b
"I need to borrow your car." Blinking my eyes against the sunlight and slipping in the room. Kenny's voice startled me from my peaceful sleep. I saw him move around the house swiftly, in a hurry dressed in his Police uniform. "The damn truck down now I'm running late." He explained. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes to wake myself up. It's ok with Kenny taking my car but….."If you take my car, how will I get to work?" I asked, my voice raspy from sleep."You have to go in at about twelve right, I nodded. "Alright, I just dropped you off during my lunch break. Then I will pick you up after I get off work." It wasn't the best idea because Kenny tends to stay late at his job. But I didn't feel like arguing today and I was still extremely tired.I had a long day yesterday, looking over my patients files, cleaning the house, and trying to keep my thoughts occupied. It has been a few days since the incident at the restaurant-well, it was hardly an incident. Still it had been a while. Kenny and
He was late.He was late, storm clouds began to roll in, I was hungry, and I had a migraine_ four bad combinations of a woman who's having a rough day. I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn't this. I had to find shelter seeing as my building closed about an hour ago. I had called Kenny about a million times to which I received no answer. I called Rick and his phone went straight to voicemail. Lastly, I restored to calling a cab and an Uber and both were unavailable. How shitty is my luck.I stayed at my work as long as I possibly could, but all the workers had to leave at some point and lock it. And it seems nobody lived where I did or had no car. And if they did, no one wanted a chance of getting stuck since there was a storm underway. Again, how shitty is my luck? I couldn't stand out on the curb all night and get caught in a rainstorm so I decided to try and find shelter. Still mindful of the fact that I'm wearing heels due to my feet aching. I was honestly scared to be out alo
It's been at least two hours and the storm showed no sign of stopping. Nick and I were casually drinking coffee, but we had moved a table in front of the fireplace. We now sat across from each other playing a card game. "Uno Out!" I dance a little in my seat after slapping down my last card. Nick sucked his teeth and put his card down. I had to say, he was horrible at the game. I had won five times in a row and my ego was rising with each win. Nonetheless, Nick held a smile on his face as he watched me shimmy in excitement."What is with you saying Uno out when winning?" He asked with a chuckle. "You just say Uno when you have your last card.""No no no, Mister! It's Uno and then it's Uno out so your opponent feels even more defeated." I told him, grinning."Well, consider me beat," We laughed and it felt good. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Not with friends or my husband, yet I was enjoying the company of a stranger. We had talked to one another for a while about the cr
Nicolaus.Water pelting down my body from the shower I was under. My hips stuttered as my left hand gripped my Cock firmly. While my right lay flat on the wall to hold me steady as I pumped myself continuously. The image of the magnificent woman named. Rose caused my body to shudder in pleasure. Her curved, but lithe figure and smooth, brown skin. The light of her slender brown eyes and her irresistible smile beamed with radiance. Her beautiful dreadlocks that I wanted to grip in my hands as I missed her luscious lips. The memory of her seeped into my brain.The way my heart thumped loudly inside my chest when I saw her. The electricity I felt when our eyes connected at the restaurant. The lilting sound of her voice when she spoke the first time. I was mad at myself for days, for not asking for the woman's name. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way towards a stranger. A pretty stranger.Then somehow I saw her again, banging on the door. To say I was shocked would be understatemen