Acting on the advice of a marriage counselor, my wife and I decided to schedule sex for thrice a week: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. It was the middle ground in what was beginning to look like a case of mismatched libido in our marriage. I wanted sex every other day while she felt once or twice a week was enough.
The new arrangement worked well. It was a contract of sort and I had the assurance that barring any unforeseen circumstances beyond her control, my wife would allow me unfettered access to her beautiful body on those three days of the week. This was in contrast to when I had to go an extra mile to initiate sex and would get a “No” a couple of times before getting lucky.
However, one Friday afternoon, I was so horny and desperately needed a fuck. My wife and I made love two days ago (on a Wednesday) and by our MoU, we were scheduled for our next love session the next day. But here I was lying on my bed in my bedroom, feeling so horny and willing to jump my wife.
I called on her to come to the bedroom where I was, with the intention of pleading with her to go to bed with me that day in lieu of the next day that we were scheduled to have sex. But as she entered the bedroom, I changed my mind and introduced an entirely different topic for discussion. I told myself I had to be disciplined and honour our MoU in its letter and spirit.
I discussed family finance with her which ordinarily would bring down any man’s libido. But staring at my wife’s hot body in the miniskirt and body-hugging dress she wore that afternoon only added fuel to my already burning desire for her. The drab and chilling topic of bills waiting to be paid and other family finance issues we discussed could not quench my fire for her. I needed sex with her more than ever. I had a very stiff hard-on but managed to hide it under the sheets and pretended I was engrossed in her financial analysis.
After our discussion when she declared that she was leaving to continue with what she was doing before I called her, I didn’t object or change my mind to talk to her about sex.
She left closing the bedroom door while I instinctively reached out to my hard cock and started stroking and working it under the sheets.
I could feel pre-cum on my fingers and thighs but I ignored it and continued to work my rod with my pleasure building up steadily.
I stopped briefly and considered whether to continue or save the cum for tomorrow with my wife. It was barely 12 hours to tomorrow and I would have the sweetest cunt to penetrate and ejaculate in. Why waste the cum when I could share it with all pleasure with my significant other?
I decided to let go and did let go, but for just a couple of minutes before I reached out to my stiff cock again. The urge to reach a climax was too strong for me to abide with what my head was telling me to do.
I continued to stroke my shaft and was very close to cum when suddenly, I heard my wife approaching the bedroom and I quickly let go, picked up a nearby book and pretended to be reading.
I raised my head from the book and looked at her as she walked into the bedroom. She had this mischievous smile on her face.
“Can I join you?” she asked.
“Yeah, why not? Join me.”
“I mean join you in what you were doing?”
“Me? What was I doing?”
Her smile broadened with her sexy eyes darting from my eyes to around my crotch and back to my eyes.
“I was at the door… I was watching. I saw what you were doing.”
“Yes, I was watching you trying to jerk off… Do you need me or you prefer to go solo?”
Her fingers were pointing at her pussy as she said the last bit.
“Of course, you know I need you badly sweetheart. I was only afraid to ask. You know it’s not our day today.”
“Notwithstanding, you should have asked. I would have obliged you…”
She took the book from me, dropped it to the floor and slowly but firmly drew the sheets from my body and my still erect cock was exposed.
Her jaws dropped as she saw my cock, then she winked at me before bending over me to take it in her hands.
Addressing my cock, she said:
“I can see my baby is hungry. Don’t worry; mommy is here to feed you.”
With that, she let go my cock and began to strip.
Her top went off first and with practiced hand, unhooked her bra and flipped it off her body. Her breasts spilled out, filling her chests. The nipples seemed taunt and delicately dark in color.
My cock jerked, agitated like a dog that had spotted something in the woods.
My wife wasted no time in peeling her miniskirt and panties together in one downward motion and stepped out of them leaving me to stare helplessly at her bald, shiny vulva. I salivated and simply got harder.
She told me not to move as she bent over me and pushed one of her robust breasts into my mouth. I latched onto the nipples and sucked with all the passion bottled up in me.
One of my hands reached for the other breast and I fondled and squeezed while she moaned.
Meanwhile one of her hands was on my cock, caressing, tickling, and squeezing it lightly.
I let go her breast after a while and reached out to her pussy. She was extremely wet and the scent of her arousal hit my nostrils the moment my fingers pried into her vulva. I didn’t have to search for her clit; it was visibly engorged and standing sentry in her cunt.
I closed her soft, damp labia on the hardened clit and rubbed them on it, eliciting louder moans from her.
My fingers were coated in her juice and it looked like she was getting wetter by the second.
Suddenly, she held my hand, looked into my eyes with her passion filled eyes and declared: “Time to fuck, my baby.”
With that, she climbed on the bed, straddled me, held my cock straight up and proceeded to impale herself on it!
Warm, sweet sensations radiating from my wife’s coveted hole spread through to my body as my cock plunged deeper into her. She raised her hips and thrust downward methodically and effectively impaling me deeper and deeper into her. I couldn’t resist thrusting upward to fully savour the sweet, sensation surrounding my shaft but she indicated to me to remain still while she takes the “battle” as it were, to me.
She placed my hands over my head, had them pinned to the bed before she began to thrust up and down, grinding her waist around on me and giving me a fuck of the century that got me yelling and confessing my undying love for her.
She continued to dictate the pace and drive me wild with pleasure until I got to my climax and came deep into her, spraying her delicate interior with my warm cum.
She stopped thrusting as soon as I came and bent forward to kiss me and whispered, “I love you baby,” in my ears.
“Love you, too, sweetheart,” I responded and kissed her, holding her into place to prolong the kiss.
My cock was rapidly shrinking and inching out of her soaked hole! She promptly got off me and my cock fell out. My cum was oozing out of her and streaming down her thighs.
I wanted badly to eat her and taste my cum. I was also mindful that she had not climaxed and this heightened my desire to go down on her but she declined me doing that.
“Not now, baby,” she told me. “Catch some sleep while I go and tidy up and continue with what I was doing.”
“But you deserve to cum, too,” I insisted.
“Tomorrow you can eat me and make me cum, but today is about you.”
“Will I still have my day tomorrow after obliging me today?”
“Sure baby. In fact, henceforth ask any day, scheduled date or not, I’ll oblige you.”
“Yeah, I have decided to be a good wife.”
“Good wife? You’re a good wife already.”
“I sometimes deny you sex. Good wives don’t do that. That was what the counselor said the other time, remember? ‘Good wives don’t say no to their husbands in bed,’ she said. My mom also told me something similar, few days before our wedding but I’ve not fully practiced that.”
“But you’ve been very cooperative. And since we agreed to schedule sex, you’ve not faltered. You’ve not said no any time.”
“We scheduled sex because we were having issues. I just realized as I watched you at the door jerking that there shouldn’t be any form of restrictions. You should have me as often as you want me. That’s why I’m your wife.”
“Even when it’s not convenient for you?”
“Hmm. I asked my mom the same question when she was talking to me and guess what she said.”
“What did she say?”
“She told me matrimonial sex for a woman is often like domestic chore. We’re hardly in the mood for domestic chores like washing dirty dishes, doing the laundry or even cooking. But we have to do them because they have to be done or else things would go bad in the house.
“I didn’t believe her and I laughed because I didn’t see the correlation between domestic chores and sex. Now I do.”
“Seriously? Are you saying as from henceforth I can have my pussy any time, any day I want it?”
“Yes, it’s all yours, sweetheart. Matthew 7:7: Ask and it shall be given unto you…”
I was in hog heaven hearing those words. And ever since, it has been one blissful, unending honeymoon. How else can a man be blessed than to have a willing and sensuous wife like my wife?