My Slut Life
A story of Bliss, Marital and Otherwise
My name is Samantha, and this is the story of how my husband and I found happiness, first in our marriage and our family, then in the kinky and perverted adventures that followed. I think many people want to be free; free of the expectations and limits that society forces on us, free to explore pleasure and experience all the things most people only fantasize about at night with the lights off. Not many take that plunge, but in my experience when you first dip your toe in the ocean of new and kinky discoveries, it isn't long before you dive right in. Having a good partner with you means you can both be free to explore without losing sight of the shore.
I'm in my 40s now, older and wiser, but this part of my adventure started just a few short years ago, when I was 39. I met my husband when I was 18; we fell madly in love, the kind of love where you rarely even think about being away from them because the person who you were Before them is just a distant memory. We were married a few years later. We went through many of the normal growing pains that couples face. At 39 I had had 4 kids, we had a house, and my husband and I both ran our own businesses. Life was busy, full of the everyday tasks that consume a life. My husband and I had a good sex life. He was tall, 6 foot 6, and muscular from hours spent in the gym. I maintain I am not short, but at 5 foot 5 he towered over me. Although I had lost a lot of weight in the last couple of years since our youngest was born, I was still curvy. My husband loved my big ass, and all my other curves.
Today had been a long day. An early start to get the kids off to school, all 4 of them now that the youngest was in daycare and then work after a quick breakfast. My work is at home, managing my business making custom frames for peoples paintings and pictures, so it's a short commute at least.
The kids returned home in whirlwind of demands and mess as always; work had to be set aside to deal with the youngest, too young to entertain herself without supervision. Dinner and bath time are always difficult to manage, but even worse when my husband Alex is travelling. He is an executive managing a company half a continent away and he has to travel to the site every couple of months. He hates to travel, hates being away from me and the kids, but honestly it is tougher on me. I miss him too but I'm the one left to deal with the kids alone. When he is home he handles a lot of the everyday things with me, so it's more than a bit of a shock to take up all the slack on my own.
Plus, I like having him around the house. You would think his constant presence, his casual touch would spark arousal, but in truth it is almost the opposite. Not that he turns me off! But having him there is reassuring. I know that he is there when I need to feel his touch, or more, to feel his hands on my skin and his lips on mine. When he is gone, I find myself thinking of him. My hand will touch my lips as I notice his absence or trace the line of my neck down to my chest. I sometimes find my fingers tracing my body through my clothes as I think about him. I think because I know he won't be there to satisfy me I want him more.
I find today I am daydreaming about being in bed with him tonight, feeling his hot breath and his lips on my skin. I can almost feel his big strong hands on my breasts, and my nipples grow taut as I imagine his lips following the path down. Before I realize, my hand is pressed between my legs as I moan, thinking about having him inside me. It so quickly becomes a need, but without his presence to sate me, I sigh in frustration and try to shake it off. The day seems to drag on, my growing desire distracting me from the task at hand.
I love my kids dearly, but getting them to bed is a relief. Once the last glass of water is delivered, the last issue dealt with, I sit down on my side of the bed and pour myself a tall glass of scotch. Sighing, I take a deep drink. I can feel relaxation flow through me, quite a contrast to the tension of the day. A hot shower will complete the relief, I decide, and go to stand in front of my dresser. I pull my shirt off; my shoulders are tense and my back hurts from hunching over my framing table for hours today. I stretch, and wish Alex was home. He gives fantastic back rubs, and they often end in even more pleasurable ways. I pull my bra off, exposing my breasts. I examine myself in the mirror. I have lost a lot of weight lately and it's nice to see my curves and appreciate them. I run my hands up my sides, over my stomach, admiring how far I've come. It feels so good to touch myself. I wish even more than my husband was home, that it was his hands touching me. I slide my pants down over my ass, relishing the sight in the mirror. Alex loves my big ass, taking every chance he can to grab it, through my clothes when he must, but I admit I love it as much as he does when he roughly pulls my pants and panties down and grabs my bare skin. It makes me feel so sexy, how badly he wants me. He tells me he loves me as he grabs me roughly, but I can hear in his voice what he is saying is that he wants me, that I belong to him and that he wants to claim what's his again. He wants to feel my body beside him wrapped around him, as close as two people can b. It makes me feel so sexy to think about how much I love being a fulfilling his needs for me.
I grab my ass, flushed with excitement thinking about that large frame beside me and how he feels inside me, but it isn't the same. I wish one more time that his big hands were there instead, then I sigh in frustration and head to the shower.
As the water runs in the shower and steam starts to build on the mirror, beginning to hide the reflection of my curvy body and milk white skin, I press play on play list and step into the shower. I don't know why, but in the moment I picked a playlist that Alex loves, one he puts on when he wants me to dance for him. The hot water feels so good on my skin, almost burning hot, and my hips start to sway to the sensual music.
"God, I'm so horny!" I think to myself. It's not a problem I usually have, I muse as my hand caressed the sides of my slowly swinging hips. My husband has a voracious sexual appetite; I can see in his eyes whenever he looks at me that he would fuck me right there if he could, barely restraining his lust. That's probably the reason we ended up with a big family. That, and of course the fact that I loved it too, loved when he grabbed me and fucked me, and really loved when he came deep in my pussy. I grabbed my breasts as I shuddered thinking about it. I hadn't masturbated in years, not that I regretted the lack of it. Alex had almost a sixth sense, and would find a few moments alone to fuck me, fast and hard, if I so much as had a horny thought. I touched my nipples and shivered as they grew hard, thinking about the day before he left on this trip. My fingers moved to my hot, wet pussy as the memory took me.
Our youngest was down for her nap after daycare, and the older kids weren't due home from school for another 20 minutes. He came silently into my Framing room, and I jumped as he touched my shoulders. I didn't jump far though, as his strong hands were on my shoulders. He towered over me, six and a half feet to my seated form, and he pinched and squeezed the muscles of my shoulders.
"Oh...that feels good." I sighed, relaxing into his grip.
"Does it? How good?" his low voice growled from above me.
His question made me flush. The truth is his touch, his strong hands, always made me wet.
"Hmmm, really good." I replied, leaning my head back so he could see down my shirt. He continued to rub my shoulders. They were very tense from my work, as they often were, and I let out a soft moan as he squeezed the base of my neck, a very tense area. He continued to rub my neck in response, and after a few moments I moaned again, more in a wanton way and less in response to the shoulder rub. He stopped and leaned down, his mouth close to my ear.
"And other than your shoulders, how is my beautiful, slutty wife feeling this afternoon? Are you nice and wet for me?" even his voice felt good in my ear, and there was no need to lie.
"yes, I'm very wet for you." I smiled as I said it, I knew what he wanted, but I could never predict exactly how he would respond. He growled gently and grabbed me under the arms. His strong hands roughly pulled me to my feet. His grip hurt slightly, he had put on a lot of muscle in the last couple of years and was stronger than he was used to. He pushed the chair to the side and I leaned back against him, sighing as I did. I could feel his big cock, hard and getting harder, pressed against my round ass. He reached around and grabbed my breasts, as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck. His open mouth licked and sucked the sensitive skin under my ear, and I moaned again as my body melted into his. His tongue traced a line under my jaw, as he tilted my head back with his other hand. He pressed his lips to mine, and as my mouth opened I could feel his tongue against mine. I loved when he kissed me like that, forcing his way into my mouth.
Abruptly, his hands shifted to my arms again, and he spun us around so I was facing my framing table. With one strong hand on my back he pushed me down until I was pressed against my empty table, still standing with my ass in the air. I wanted him badly, wanted him to just take me, so I slowly moved my wide hips from side to side. He reached around and undid my jeans, then yanked them down my hips. The air felt cool on my hot, wet pussy.
"There's that sexy ass. Goddamn, you look so hot bent over." He said, as I listened to the sound of him unbuckling his belt.
"You like that?" I moaned as his other hand caressed my ass. He grabbed my ass cheek, pushing hard against me, forcing me forward against the table. In a moment I could feel the head of his cock as it pressed against my pussy. His fingers joined it, spreading the wetness from my pussy all around. It felt so hot, bent over and fondled by him; I moaned as he did it.
"You are wet, aren't you, slut? What do you want me to do? I want you to tell me." He knew what I wanted, he teased me with that big cock as I ground my pussy against him. His broad cock head felt good just against me, wrapped in the vulva and almost penetrating me.
