I do my best, every day, to be a wonderful and loving mother and housewife. I tend to the needs of my darlings, cook meals, clean house, run errands that keep our house running smoothly, and manage each of their schedules. Very rarely do you find a load of laundry left around, trash not taken out. My husband comes in to a home-cooked meal every day, and I am more than happy to have his bath drawn for him. Last night, however, something peculiar happened. Rather than me serving my family and my husband, they found ways to beat me to my own tasks. Every time I would think I had figured out what I needed to do, it would already be done. Then, I went to the living room to just sit for a minute, and found a note on my seat that directed me to the bathroom. I walked in, and my husband was standing there in the buff, 2 glasses of wine in hand.
He informed me that the angels were with our parents and their friends, and that we had the night to ourselves. He wrapped me up in a soft embrace that melted me inside. When he lifted me to lower me into the bath tub, my heart soared like the first time we ever made love, and I felt my cunt start to melt away into a pool of desire. My nipples pearled up, and I could see his reaction to the effects he was having on me: his shaft was standing at attention, and he asked if he could join me in the tub. I let him slip in behind me, and his hands quickly found the soap and started massaging me all over. I melted into him and let him minister to my body, feeling my breathing quicken and my pussy catch fire. His hands massaged my breasts, and I couldn’t control the gasp that escaped me. His soapy, sudsy hand slid down into the water and found my flower; he started massaging the soapy hand into my clit, pushing a finger or 2 into my pussy every so often. He fingered me for what felt like an eternity before he finally released me of my torture and lifted me onto his lap. His cock thrusting up into me was heaven, and I wrapped us up together as he started thrusting hard and deep into me in long, slow strokes. He drove me to heaven again and again last night, and we didn’t leave that tub until the water was too cold to tolerate.
I love having a man pound my pussy deep and hard. The feeling of his cock stretching me, filling me rubbing up against the walls of my cunt,hitting my cervix and g-spots just leaves me breathless and aching for release. Being able to feel the veins and contours of that cock along every inch of the inside of my pussy, feeling the head 3The fact that it’s my body, my cunt, and my ass that makes a man as hard as all that, so much so that I can feel every vein in his cock pressing against the inside of my pussy, just makes it all the sweeter. I don’t think there is anything quite like knowing that you can turn a man on so fully and thoroughly, and that only you can quench their thirst for your body. I will do anything for any man who would treat me well like that, making sure that my pleasure is as full and furious as his own. 
