Lost Echoes in the Dust

It was my day off. My beloved, Daniel, had gone to work, so I took the opportunity to clean the house in preparation for our upcoming home inspection, due in just a few days. Doing housework gives me some time to regather myself, collect my thoughts, and also some time to talk with God. As I scrubbed the bathroom tiles, a strange sense of liberation washed over me. It was an odd feeling, like shedding an old skin, as if I was finally claiming my own desires and passions. The thought lingered in my mind, a silent invitation to explore the hidden corners of my sexuality.

Eventually, I finished the majority of the cleaning and slumped onto the couch to take a breather. That’s when I realized…my favorite silver stud earring was missing. It was a small, insignificant detail, but it held a special significance – a reminder of a particularly intense night a few months ago, a night where I had truly let go and embraced my sensuality. I retraced my steps, making my way back to our king-sized bed. I carefully began to pull off the covers, my eyes darting from side to side trying to find the tiny, shiny stud. The thought of its absence filled me with a strange mix of frustration and anticipation. It felt like a missing piece of myself, a piece I was desperate to reclaim.

In the midst of our charcoal-coloured Egyptian cotton sheets, there it was! A glint of silver nestled amongst the folds. "Yessss!" I exclaimed, throwing one of the plush pillows over my shoulder and grabbing the garnet stud. I immediately popped it back into my left earlobe, the cool metal against my skin sending a shiver down my spine. Then, as if on cue, I turned around to see that I had inadvertently knocked one of Daniel’s favourite colognes, Hugo Boss, from the top of the chest of drawers. Quickly putting my earring back into my earlobe, I hurried over to find the bottle still intact. Thank goodness; it was his absolute favorite, and I wouldn’t want the carpet smelling like a department store when the inspectors came!

I opened the top and sprayed a generous amount into the air. The rich, woody scent instantly transported me back to a few weeks before, when we were attending his cousin’s wedding out of state. I wasn’t overly interested in the actual events of the celebration. The bride was beautiful, and Daniel’s cousin seemed extremely happy together, but the tall, handsome man escorting me held my attention. His amazing jaw line with a little stubble, his full lips which made me drool, his cute nose, and his dark captivating eyes were all I could see. All that, in one suave looking tux and wearing this cologne. Dammnnn! Long story short, we ended up having crazy, passionate sex that night. Probably the best yet. The memory alone made my pulse quicken.

Coming back to reality, I realized my panties were drenched. I could see my nipples poking through my loose, oversized white t-shirt. My pussy throbbed. Yep, I’m horny. The realization sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a primal desire that demanded immediate satisfaction. In this situation, if either of us were to get extremely turned on, neither has a problem with masturbating. But nine times out of ten, we’d try to wait it out until the other arrived home. I tried to preoccupy myself by fixing the bed back up, smoothing out the wrinkles in the duvet cover, but anything I looked at in our room made me think of sex. Bed. Sex. Drawer. That’s where I keep my lingerie. Sex. Shoes. Heels. Heels on during sex. Sex. Main Bathroom. Shower. SEX! UGH! My hormones were running wild.

I took a deep breath, still smelling the lingering scent of Hugo Boss in the air. Screw it! I ripped the sheets and quilt off the bed, making a giant, rumpled dark mountain on the floor. As I pulled my white shirt up over my head, the fabric rubbed against my thin, lace bra, a little discomfort that only intensified my arousal. I love soft cup bras; your nipples feel way more sensitive. But it, too, hit the floor along with my favorite pair of black tights.

I felt that I would go insane if I didn’t cum right that second, but then a thought occurred to me. It had been quite some time ago that I last really masturbated like this. Not since my marriage to Daniel, and he knows how to please me. I had become so used to letting someone else explore my body, I had forgotten what it was like on my own. Today, I wanted to take my time and relive those moments when I was single. I let my long, flowing dark hair out and laid back against the pile of bedding, feeling the soft fabric against my skin. My large breasts wobbled around like jelly. I began to touch my nipples, feeling how erect they were. Small sighs escaped me as I felt my pussy throb a little more each time I flicked them. I enjoyed that electric feeling that runs between the two.

I teased my clit with my finger over my panties as the other hand pinched my nipple. This for some time. I tried not to go overboard, to just enjoy all these blissful sensations. Thinking back now, I realize that I barely ever fingered myself even as an adult. I never felt right “penetrating” down there. I always feared that I’d “break the seal”. Well, if you’ve read my story of my wedding night (Part 1&Part 2), you know that seal was broken.

I slowly slipped my panties down my legs until they caught on my right ankle. Kicking them off, I spread my legs wide and inserted my fingers…deep.

In, out, in, out.

Imagining it was Daniel’s thick, muscular member, I could almost hear his voice, telling me how good I feel. I began to moan, “Mmmmmm, yessss,” as I went a bit faster, teasing my G-spot. Probably, I called Daniel’s name a few times though I can’t quite remember. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t have cared if he had found me there and then. I was feeling soooo good, and there was no way I was stopping.

Propping a pillow under my back so I was sitting up a little, I looked down at my bare lady place. Who would have thought seeing myself wet would turn me on so much? I flicked my clit, rubbing it fast, whilst my other hand was busy pounding my pussy. I was breathing hard, and my yelling didn’t help.

“YEESS!” I kept exclaiming in between the loud moans. “Fuuckkkk!” (And yes, sometimes I swear during sex, so pardon the ‘French’.) Feeling my pussy tighten up and my g-spot going harder, I knew I was getting close to cumming. But I didn’t want this feeling to end! So I slowed myself down, trying to savour every moment. I went back to teasing my clit but didn’t last very long before I was again about to climax.

This time, I went for it. Using my fingers, I pushed up on my sweet spot whilst I flicked my clit. “Oh, yes, there, yes, oohhh.” I kept moaning as I felt a wave of pleasure building. I moved my fingers side to side, something I’d never tried. It was working really well because I felt myself on the edge. I rubbed harder and quicker on my clit and fingered myself deeper.

“YES! YES!” I screamed as I felt my orgasm take over me. “YES!” My hand suddenly felt really warm – and wet. Still pounding myself, I looked down and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was squirting! Everywhere! I kept going harder.

“Fuck, yessss! Ohhhh.” I moaned more and more. The more I kept at it, the more I squirted. Clear liquid went all over the bedding, coated my thighs, and splashed up onto my stomach.

After my last spasm, I lay there in ecstasy for a while, and slight disbelief. This was amazing! I had never, ever in my life squirted! I’d seen it on porn videos (back in my teenage years) and thought it was the hottest thing when it came to sex and masturbating. It showed physical evidence of a woman being satisfied. I had hoped my husband would be the one to make me squirt. But maybe it was something I had to experience in my own time. In any case, it made me feel good that I learned this about my body while rediscovering myself.

Yes, I did it once more just to double check I wasn’t dreaming. Then, for the rest of the afternoon, I finished up the housework. I was hanging the clean sheets on the washing line after my two little episodes when my husband arrived.

“Baby, I’m home!” I heard Daniel’s voice behind me in the backyard. He always looks hot in his uniform, and I certainly was very happy to see him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stuck my tongue down his throat. He pulled away quickly, “Whoa, whoa, babe. It’s like you haven’t seen me in months!” He looked at me with surprise.

I gave him a cheeky smile. “If you don’t want me to be excited to see you, I’ll ignore you.” He replied by smacking my booty. “I never said I didn’t like it. How was your day?” “Good, and how was yours?” “Yeah, it was busy. We had too many clients complaining about…” He stopped mid sentence and looked up at the washing line. “Babe, why are you washing the bed sheets at this time of the afternoon?” “I’ll explain later,” I replied with a sly grin. “Tell me now,” he said. “I can’t tell…I’ll explain later.” – to be continued.

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