Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
Then I lift my knee ever so slightly, offering myself access, eyes closed. I think about my husband, how hot he is, how much he turns me on. Ever since we met, I knew he was mine, literally a man that was made for me.
His cock is huge, thick, and ready every time I want him. And while I like teasing him to drive him crazy, I also love straddling him backwards, and when he licks my ass, sucking my clit as I bob my head up and down, getting him off, all while massaging his balls, sucking him nice and hard, up and down until we're both dripping, needy and ready to come.
Fuck, I think as I move my fingers faster, grinding my hand against my cunt. I'm ready to come.
Biting down on my lip, I moan in pleasure as the orgasm rolls over me. I can't wait to tell Boone about it later, how hot I was after we got off the phone call because, damn, just hearing his voice makes me thrill with excitement.
After the shower, I dry my hair and put on makeup the way he likes, nice and soft, nothing extreme. But I put pink lip gloss over my lips, making them nice and shiny. That way they'll look even better when I start to pout.
I skip the panties and instead go to my closet, looking for a baby doll dress. I know I have plenty of options to choose from because my weekend wear is all my favorites. I opt for a pink T-shirt dress that barely covers my ass cheeks. I smile as I pull it over my head, my boobs pulling tight against the cotton fabric, my nipples poking through, nice and hard.
It runs over the curve of my hip, and I turn in the mirror, looking at my butt, smiling as I practice bending over. Good. When I bend over, just so, my ass cheeks are revealed, my pussy lips too. I squeeze them together, wanting to get wet enough that juice runs down my thighs. Then I look at the clock and think now is not the time to get all horny with myself!
I close my eyes, telling myself to get it together and head into the kitchen to make dinner.
While I'm in the kitchen, though, an idea sparks in me. I know it's naughty. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it.
I make dinner with a smile on my face: homemade macaroni and cheese with breadcrumb toppings and butter drizzled over the top. It's Boone's favorite comfort food. I make two servings and slide one of the casserole dishes into the oven, and pop the other one into the refrigerator.
Laughing to myself as I do, I imagine typing all of this out to my friends on our online forum, Brats Forever, tomorrow. They're going to get a kick out of this.
My girlfriends on the forum are some of the best ladies in the world. It's amazing how the internet can bring people together. Otherwise, I don't think I would've ever found like-minded women, but the internet allows us to talk freely about our kinks and our pleasures and our love lives in a safe, password-protected community. Every time I check in on the girls, I'm reminded of how amazing it is to be uninhibited by our sexual desires. And I feel like I'm not alone in craving something less vanilla.
Boone loves that I have my friends online. He thinks it's awesome that I can explore new ideas with them, only to bring them to him in the bedroom. It's really a win-win. I'm not much of an exhibitionist, so I don't like going to the local dungeon. Instead, I like having fun with Boone in our bedroom, in the privacy of our little den, full of fluffy pillows and cozy cushions, most of them made specifically for angling my ass in the right place, giving him access to my pussy the way he wants.
We have a swing, we have ropes, and we have some floggers.
Thinking about those gets me wet all over again. I've got to get myself under control. I look at the clock. My love will be home any minute.
2
BOONE
Getting off the phone with Bree kills me. Fuck, the sound of her voice turns me on. Her giggles and pouts make me so damn hard. I end the call and slide my phone back in my jeans pocket. But hell, my cock is aching!
What I really want to do is lock the door, just as she suggested, and grind one out. But it's not the time. I'm going to save all that hot, thick come for my wife. I know how much she loves it and how much I love spraying it over her full, round, juicy tits. She also loves swallowing it. She always tells me how warm it makes her belly, and fuck, even that thought drives me crazy.