Coming Home to Wifey

My husband is such a stud. He's tall and sexy and handsome and all the women love him.

I love the attention he gets. I love to know that my man is so desirable, but that I'm the one he comes home to every night.

It really turns me on hearing about the hot little sluts he's been banging, what they were wearing, how they liked to be fucked, every last detail.

It gets me really wet.

I especially love it when he comes home smelling of pussy. Nothing turns me on more than tasting another woman's juices on his lips as I kiss him. Knowing that my big strong man has been out there in the world, taking what he wants and then coming home to sexy wifey really gets me going.

I always kiss him when he comes in but he knows I'll kiss him with extra passion if I taste another woman on his lips.

"What was her name?" I'll ask him.

"Belinda."

"Belinda? She sounds like a slut."

"Oh, she was. She was checking me out as soon as I walked into the bar. Really short skirt, low cut top."

I laugh at him gently, "You never could resist a bit of cleavage could you?"

I'm kissing him as we talk, running my hands over his body like I haven't seen him for weeks, even though we made love just last night. But he's been with another woman since then, so I need to reclaim him as mine.

"Did she have big tits?"

"Oh yes. Big and round and firm."

My husband loves big tits. All real men do.

Mine are nice and big for him, big and juicy just like he likes. I like to wear low cut tops for him, with my tits practically popping out. I know that gets him going.

I sometimes get a little bit jealous if a girl he's with has bigger tits than me. It doesn't happen often but it does happen.

But really I like it. I like thats he's a proper man who likes proper women. When we watch porn together, I hate watching seeing some boyish, flat chested woman get her freak on. And I know he does too.

So, it always pleases me to know he's been with a woman with a proper womanly figure.

"They sound delicious. "

"Oh they were, but not as nice as yours. "

His hands are playfully lightly rubbing my breasts as we speak. My hands are all over his chest and getting lower every second.

I can smell her all over him. It's driving me wild.

"You're so sweet, baby. Did you come on them?"

I know thats one of his favourite things. One of mine too actually. I love feeling his warm seed splashing over my chest, marking me as his.

He shakes his head, regretfully, "No baby."

"Then where?" I ask, rubbing his groin, feeling how hard he is.

"In her pussy, baby."

I moan softly as I hear this. I think about Belinda, out there, right now, with my man's warm seed still inside her.

I picture it oozing out of her and dribbling down her thigh. I imagine licking his cum out of her.

I'm so wet now, I can't hold back. I must have him.

I drop to my knees. I'm so excited I fumble with his fly and have trouble unzipping him.

He doesn't help me. Just looks down at me with a sexy, amused expression on his face. He knows how horny I am. How much I want him. He enjoys the power he has over me.

I enjoy it too.

I'm his slutty little wife who only exists for his pleasure. And that's just how I like it.

Finally, his dick is free. I stop for a moment to admire how big and beautiful it is. Then I start to suck.

The scent of her is overwhelming. She must have been so wet for him. I can't blame her.

I always love to suck my man's cock. But never more than it stinks of another woman. I picture Belinda lying on her back with her legs spread, my husband on top of her, sinking his big, beautiful shaft deep inside her.

God, I want him inside me.

I look up at him, imploringly, "Fuck me baby, fill me with your cum."

He likes it when I beg. But I'm not begging to please him. I'm begging because I need it, right now.

My husband is a good man. He doesn't tease me. He gives me what I need. And be knows I need him to fuck me right now.

He picks me up onto my feet and spins me round. He forcefully bends me over the back of the couch. He lifts up my very short skirt and pulls down my very skimpy, very expensive panties. Then he fucks me.

I love it when he fucks me like this. I love it anyway he fucks me but I love being bent over and used like this.

He fucks me masterfully. He fucks me like a man. He takes control. He is my master. And God, I love it.

I briefly wonder if this is how he fucked Belinda too but I'm too far gone to even properly form the thoughts, let alone the words.

Soon, I'm not thinking about Belinda at all, just about my man, my beautiful, beautiful man and his big hard dick so deep inside me.

I want to make him cum. I want him to unload himself inside me, feel his hot cream deep inside me.

All I can think about is his cum inside me, so I barely even notice myself starting to cum until I am. And then I'm cumming so hard on his dick that I only just register him thrusting even deeper inside me and holding it there, his dick throbbing and pulsing as it empties his spunk inside me.

Oh yes, baby. Oh yes, oh yes.

My husband is a stud and he fucks like a stud.

Belinda may have got to have him tonight. She might have a pussy full of his cream, but so do I.

What Belinda and all the other Belindas will never know is that they are nothing but a warm up act.

I'm his wifey. I'm the one he holds all night after he fucks. I'll be the one sucking his dick in the morning light. I'm the one he always comes home to. The one he wakes up with.

I love my man. All those other women just prove what a fine man he is. But he loves me.

I am his. He is mine. Forever.