I am always horny in the week of the dark moon. I can't help it, it's my nature. I simply have to deal with it, even if it gets me into trouble...
My husband, bless him, knows this and tries to accommodate me the best he can. Take the other day for instance...
We were enjoying a rare day off with each other. It was a Tuesday and we had nothing to do except be at home together. I slept late and then had a long leisurely bath while he pottered about downstairs. I lay back in the hot bubbles and closed my eyes, soaping my body idly as I relaxed, smoothing the slippery lather over my legs and stomach with my hands. As I lay there dreamily with my eyes closed, my hot soapy hands started to gently massage my breasts, stroking the soft heavy fullness of them. Feeling their weight, pushing them together, stroking the erect rosy nipples it wasn't long until the familiar dull ache of arousal flowered deep with in my pussy. As one slippery hand played with my nipple, the other one found its way downwards, eager in its quest to touch, tease and rub my now throbbing clit. My index and forefinger took a sneaky dive into the depths, wriggling cheekily as my hot juices coated them. I groaned to myself, imagining a huge rampant cock filling me. I clenched my thighs together, trapping my hand as I clenched and unclenched my muscles and rocked against it the friction causing me to come immediately, my body spasming and trembling, my breath coming out in shirt sharp gasps into a final high cry as I climaxed into my first explosive orgasm of the day.
I finished my bath and walked into the bedroom, a naughty little smile playing about my lips. I dressed carefully in a short full skirt, push up bra and oversized pink shirt tied up at the waist but unbuttoned. I've always been proud of my cleavage and I had every intention of showing it off that day!
I went downstairs and kissed my husband good morning, pretending not to notice the long lingering look he gave my uplifted bosoms peeking out from the shirt. As the morning progressed those little kisses and long lingering looks were happening rather a lot and, as I caught his eye for nth time that morning his intentions were abundantly and arousingly clear. As I felt my pussy get moist and the excitement start to build the doorbell rang.
We both groaned at the same time, the sexually charged tension broken. 'Shit!' I swore 'I forgot the man's coming to fix the boiler today' Damn! My husband let him in.