Forbidden Daydreams of a Husband

It was a weekday, and my husband, Mark, had taken the day off – a rare occurrence that sent a shiver of anticipation through me. He works tirelessly, even when ill, so the thought of a day dedicated solely to us was intoxicating. I wanted to make the most of it, to indulge in the desires that simmered beneath the surface of our routine. The first image that flashed through my mind was the overwhelming urge to give him what he craved, a raw, primal connection that had been building for months. Little did he know how desperately I wanted him, how my body yearned for his touch. I could barely contain my excitement as I waited for nap time, when our two little ones would finally drift off to sleep, leaving us alone in the sanctuary of our home.

As the hours ticked by, the image of Mark’s hard cock consumed my every thought. I envisioned his massive, muscular hands, the way he knew exactly where to apply pressure, the firm yet gentle grip he had on my backside. Just the thought of kissing his full, luscious lips made my skin tingle and my senses heighten. It was a potent, visceral desire that left me breathless.

Finally, nap time arrived, and the kids were fast asleep. With a surge of adrenaline, I slipped out of the nursery and made my way to the closet. There, amongst the clothes, I found exactly what I needed: a pink plaid miniskirt for easy access, black stockings that rode up past my knees, and a black long-sleeved, see-through blouse, unbuttoned just enough to tease. I spritzed on his favorite cologne, a heady blend of sandalwood and citrus, and then slathered body oil all over my tits, pussy, stomach, and ass, intensifying the anticipation. The scent alone was enough to send shivers down my spine.

I practically flew down the stairs, desperate to find him in the garage. And there he was, tinkering with his motorcycle, lost in his own world. With a playful beckon, I called him over, unable to contain my excitement. His surprise was palpable, a mixture of amusement and intrigue in his eyes. He quickly abandoned his task and rushed inside, eager to join me in whatever adventure awaited.

As he washed up, I hurried upstairs to close the children's doors, determined to create a space where we could be uninhibited, where our desires wouldn't be stifled by the presence of our little ones. Today, I wanted to let it all out, to unleash the torrent of passion that had been building within me. The thought of him hearing my moans, feeling my pleasure, filled me with a thrilling sense of abandon.

I made my way back downstairs and headed straight for him. Stripping him of his clothes, I admired his broad shoulders, the curve of his chest, and the magnificent display of his hard cock, pointed directly upwards, ready for the pleasure to come. It was a sight that always took my breath away, igniting a fire in my soul.

I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of his skin, before gently taking his member into my mouth. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of textures and tastes that sent shivers down my spine. "Sit," I commanded, pushing him down onto the worn leather bench in front of me. Then, with a deliberate motion, I began to suck his delectable cock into my mouth. It felt so silky, so yielding, so utterly divine.

I relish the feeling of his presence, his heat, his power. Sucking on the tip of his cock is my absolute favorite, a primal act of pleasure that leaves me utterly breathless. I always start slow, taking my time to fully appreciate the sensation, but I always strive to engulf him, to experience the full extent of his pleasure. I want it all, every inch, every drop.

As I increased the pace, taking more and more of his hardness into my mouth, I felt his muscles tense and contract. It was a thrilling, chaotic dance of sensation, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. "Baby, please! You're gonna make me cum," I gasped, my voice raw with desire.

As he instinctively pulled back, I desperately tried to keep his erection in my mouth, but he quickly closed the distance, pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply. He then directed me to stand over him, his hands finding their way to my pussy. The anticipation built with each passing moment, a delicious tension that threatened to explode.

His eyes lit up when he felt the wetness of my arousal, a clear sign that he understood exactly what I wanted. Playing in my cum, he rubbed it all over my pussy, teasing my sensitive flesh. His finger slipped right in, and I trembled, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. He knows all my pleasure spots, every curve, every crevice, every hidden delight. As he continued to explore, I orgasmed again and again, lost in a world of pure sensation.

I backed away a bit, craving the return of his presence, and grabbed his cock, holding it firmly in my grasp. "Grab my hair and tell my mouth where to go," I instructed, my voice a husky whisper. With my lips wrapped around his magnificent member, he pulled me by my hair, guiding my movements and speed. After a few minutes, we had to stop once more before he lost his control.

His thick fingers went straight for my pussy again, and I let out a loud, involuntary shriek. The heat intensified, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. We started talking dirty to each other, a torrent of lustful words and suggestive phrases that only fueled our desire. The heat intensified, my body responding with a fervent urgency. I had cum everywhere, a sticky, messy testament to our shared pleasure, and couldn't take any more. So, I got on all fours on the bench and begged to be mounted.

My husband rubbed his glans up and down my slit, digging deep into my pleasure zone. He grabbed my hair again, pulling it tight as he buried his shaft in me, a masterful display of control and dominance. “Harder. Harder!” I shouted, screaming his name, lost in the throes of pure ecstasy. He pulled my hair more severely, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over and through me.

Bottoming out inside me, he delivered a pleasure/pain that is difficult to describe, a paradoxical sensation that both thrilled and tormented me. I continued to cum and cum, unable to resist the overwhelming urge, as I felt him burst inside me. I always orgasm even more when I know he's doing it too, savoring every last drop of pleasure.

No one else can do what he does to me. He drives me wild every time, even after twelve years of marriage. The raw, unbridled passion we share is something truly special, a connection that transcends words and defies explanation. The memory of this day, filled with lust, desire, and explicit pleasure, will forever be etched in my mind, a reminder of the intoxicating power of our love. The Marriage Heat Poll #40 loading…

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