His Absence, My Desire

My husband, James, has a wonderful business and career. It has done so much for him and for our lives, the only downside to his occupation lies in the fact he does have some traveling to do. Normally he is gone for about a week, two at the maximum, and that dear readers is where our story begins…

James had been away on one of his longer work trips, two weeks, and the week before that I had been out of town. Needless to say, we were both very hungry sexually when he came home. James texted me earlier in the day that if everything went according to schedule (the Lord and an Airline willing, as he put it) he would be home around 11 that evening. We continued corresponding throughout the day with on and off marriage sexting. At several points throughout the day, I sent him suggestive pictures. I lined up my sexy bra and panty sets sent him a picture asking which one he wanted me to wear, teasing photos of my chest, and legs, and vividly described to him how much I had missed him and how much I needed him tonight. James was rather fappy with me (furious and happy at the same time), he loved the pictures and the dirty texts but I was distracting him and giving him a major hard-on. Just before he got on the plane he texted “alright naughty girl, I’m getting on the plane and won’t be able to use my phone for a bit. Do you think you can wait the few hours until I get home before sending anymore sexy tidbits to me? You are definitely going to pay for your misdeeds today. You had better be wearing the blue bra and panty set or else you’re really going to be in trouble, got it?”

I sent back a meek and mild “yes dear,” put the kids to bed and got ready to welcome my husband home.

I put on the blue bra and panty set he wanted, lit candles around the room, and sat on the bed waiting longingly for him. Each minute felt like twelve and I began to fantasize about our evening. I don’t know about the rest of you, but when James is possessive of me in bed, especially after we’ve been apart, it is so hot and sexy. The look in his eyes, the way he rips my pesky clothing off to get to what is his, the way he pounds me, mmmmm such an animal. It is the most amazing feeling, knowing that he needs you, only you, only your body can satisfy him, only your touch he’s craving, I love it.

Finally, after what seemed like years of waiting, I heard James pull into our driveway. My heart began to flutter and beat faster as I waited in anticipation for the love of my life.

He sped the whole way here, his thoughts locked solely on his gorgeous misses waiting for him, needing him as much as he needed her. I grabbed my suitcase and ran inside, tossing the suitcase aside–nothing in there I needed at the moment. I rushed to mine and Leah’s bedroom, breathing heavily. My breath caught in my throat when I laid eyes on the scene before me. There she was, my darling, my love, my ultra sexy Leah, wearing the blue set. She had lit, what must’ve been thirty, candles around the room, and the way the light danced off her delicious body was almost more than I could take.

I closed the door, and locked it, before strutting over to my wife. She sexily crawled out of the bed to a standing position to greet me.

“Welcome home, big boy,” was all she could manage before I aggressively kissed her delectable mouth, claiming it as mine.

“You are in so much trouble.”

“I can’t wait,” was her guttural reply, sending me to a new height of desire for her. She then began to attack my shirt, furiously ripping at all the buttons, but I stopped her.

“No, no, no,” I breathily chided, “Naughty wives don’t get to undress their husbands.” She pouted and I claimed her mouth again, all the while trying to free myself from my clothes. I swiftly removed my pants and boxers, as my penis sprang out from its confines and nestled itself in one of its favorite places, Leah’s tummy. My sexual desire for Leah was running high, too high to care about my dress shirt, as I ripped the buttons off. Now fully naked I was able to concentrate on my naughty wife.

She was so wet and turned on. Her juices where oozing onto her thighs and I hadn’t even entered her yet. Her moans and writhing were so sexy, and I knew I was torturing her. My swollen member was screaming to find its favorite place, Leah’s hot wet pussy. It was enjoying her soft luscious tummy, but it wanted more, I wanted more and I knew Leah wanted more.

Adjusting myself for better penetration I gripped Leah’s hips, placing her love hole level with my love rod. I impaled her on the first stroke, we both moaned loudly together. This only encouraged the both of us, she tightened her legs around me, she began to rake her nails across my chest and back, and our kissing became more passionate and fevered. It was so hot and it felt so amazing.

Her body convulsed as she achieved her orgasm, seeing her pleasure and the feeling of her hot, hot, hot pussy squeezing my penis sent me tumbling into my own orgasm. I could feel myself empty completely into her, waves of hot semen shooting into her. After our breathing had returned to normal, I scooped her up and carried Leah over to our bed where we made sweet, slow love before collapsing and falling into a deep, heavenly, post-orgasmic sleep.

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