My husband Mel has a stressful job. Of course, he brings on the stress himself by the way he reacts to things at work. He is a construction electrician, a perfectionist. It's a hard-hat job and he's hard headed about things, arguing with his boss when he thinks things aren't being done the right way. Fortunately, he is very good at his job and is in great demand. They have to put up with his perfectionism to get the high-quality work he does. He supervises a few helpers and apprentices which often adds to his stress. The guys who work for him often take days off or show-up late. Mel has fired a number of the young guys, but has learned to be patient with some of them, otherwise he'd have no help. Some days he gets so up-tight that he gets very quiet and can't sleep without my help.
Thursday was such a day. Mel came home late from a hard day at work. The kids were fighting which added to the hassle of his day. He snapped at them and at me and went out on the porch to drink a few beers and try to calm down.
Once the kids were asleep, I went onto the porch to see him. I wore one of my negligees that left little to the imagination. I was short and low cut to show a lot of cleavage. My tits jiggled under the thin material. I kissed him on the cheek and sat down across from him. I didn't say a word. When he's upset, he gets depressed and it's hard to bring him out of it. I am the only one who knows how to do it.
I pretended to read a magazine, folding my legs under me. My legs were exposed up to my thighs. I knew he would look at me and it would start to take his mind off things. I caught him looking up my nightie, trying to see more of my legs and to see if I was wearing underwear. I wasn't and gave him a brief flash. I told him to take a shower. He refused, but I told him if he wanted to sleep in the bed with me, he would have to clean up. It was a regular thing. He usually took a shower when he came home, but some days he would balk and I would have to force him. It was kind of a running joke. I would tease him and tell him he wasn't going to get near my pussy smelling like a construction worker. Then he would take his shower.
I love my guy. He works his ass off to provide for me and our three kids. His work can be seasonal which adds to the pressure to make money while he can. Thus, he works long hours in the summer and often gets frustrated. We met when he was 22 and I was 20. We went together for a while until I got pregnant. Then we got married. Mel was really sweet about the whole thing. We were very serious so when I got knocked-up, it just forced us to make a decision that we were heading toward anyway. Three kids later, we still have passion, but it is less frequent. In addition to his job, I have an office job. The kids require attention and shuttling to soccer and dance classes on weeknights and most weekends. Life is hard, but I wouldn't trade my wife with Mel and the kids for anything. We fuck less frequently, but it is still the best thing in the world.
Mel went up to take his shower. I waited until I heard the water running and went into the bathroom. I pulled my nightgown over my head and was naked. I opened the glass door to the shower and saw Mel starting to relax under the shower spray. He looked at me without changing his dour expression. I know he never gets tired of seeing my body, but he was still in a funk.
I gave my husband a kiss on the cheek and he let the water spray onto me to get me wet. I took the soap from his hand and began to soap his chest. I like my man's strong shoulders and chest muscles. He has hair on his chest and I like to run my fingers through it. I rubbed the soap over him and went behind him to wash his back. I used my hands and a wash-cloth to make circular patterns on his back. I took my time.
I moved down and soaped his tight ass. I pushed the wash-cloth into the cleft of his butt. I worked a finger against his tight asshole. Then I moved to his legs, soaping and washing him down to his knees. Mel was standing there with his arms upstretched, letting me have my way with him. I moved up and soaped and washed his armpits. It turns him on when I soap under his arms over to his man-tits. I tease him about his tiny tits. My hands moved down to his belly. I was still standing behind him and pushed my breasts into his back. I felt him relaxing more.
I went lower and found his penis, my penis. It was dangling there with the water pouring down his stomach and over his crotch. I pushed my naked pussy against my husband's ass and reached around with the soap to wash that wonderful penis. I gently applied the soap to his prick and then used both hands to soap up his balls. I washed our 'family jewels' for quite a while, getting him hard. I love to feel my husband's cock get hard in my hands or when he is pressed against me. I arouse his lust and make him want me. I love how I can do that to him. I can get him hard by doing the simplest things. I bend over and let him look down my shirt or rub my hand against his cock. He gets aroused watching me undress or walk around nearly naked. I can flash a tit at him in public and his prick gets hard. Rubbing his cock with soap is one of my favorites, feeling him go from soft to hard while I fondle his prick.
He was hard now and I was jacking his prick. I washed his chest more and moved back to his dick. His 'little head' was taking over from his 'big head'. His hard-on was making him forget his hard day. He was realizing how good things were for him, having a wife who adored him and wanted him.
I moved around to the front and washed his legs, lower and lower, down to his feet. I knelt on the floor in front of him. His hard prick was pointing at me. I wanted to please him. I took his penis in my hand and kissed the tip. I looked up at him with my sultriest look. He looked at me with lust in his eyes. I moved to wrap my tits around his cock and moved up and down, giving him a titty-fuck. Then, I took his cock into my mouth. I put the thing in my mouth, taking it into my throat by relaxing my gag-reflex. I didn't have the whole thing in my mouth yet. It was too big and it took some effort to deep-throat him. I just held his cock there. I know he loves it when I just hold his cock in my warm mouth, pleasing him. He never treats me like a slut when I suck him. He lets me control the action, sucking as much of him as I want. He kids me when he says I must have an instinct for sucking cocks because I do it so well. He says I'm a natural, my ancestry must include a number of women who were good at sucking cocks.
I moved my head back and forth, taking his cock deeper into my throat until his entire prick was in my mouth. I pushed my nose into his pubic hair and inhaled his scent. It's one of my favorite tricks when I hold his prick all the way in my gullet. He just sighed. He was having trouble standing up. With my hands on his ass, I encouraged him to gently pump his hips, fucking my mouth. He put his hands into my wet hair and massaged my head. I like it when he does that. I knew I was really getting to him. I pushed my mouth on his cock and gagged with the prick so far down my throat. I held myself there for a few moments. I didn't want to quit, but I had more to do. I pulled my mouth off him and licked his prick from one end to the other, flicking my tongue on the underside of the cock I love. I didn't want him to come yet. I could tell he was close so I pulled away.
I stood up and kissed him deeply. We swirled our tongues under the shower spray. He had his arms around me with his hands on my ass. He pulled me into him and I felt his prick pushing against my belly.
