Special Delivery (L)
This post contains strong language (L).
At dinnertime one evening, my husband and I ordered pizza and sides. While we waited for it to be delivered, I decided to take a quick shower. My husband watched a little TV in our bedroom and listened for the doorbell.
When I got out of the shower, I realized I had forgotten to bring a towel and a shirt. I yelled from the ensuite bathroom to my husband to ask if he could get them for me.
Thankfully, he was still in the room. He got up, went to the linen closet for the towel, then grabbed a tee from my dresser drawer. When he came into the bathroom to hand it to me, he found me standing on the bathmat, dripping wet and nude. He grinned.
“I see you’ve washed up and gotten nice and clean for me,” my husband remarked.
“Yep, I sure did,” I said as I dried myself off and tried to get dressed.
“Do you need any help?” My husband asked me.
I glared at him. I just wanted to relax and eat.
“Nope, I got it,” I told him. “Almost done.” I put on my pajama shorts, but my husband continued to stare at me, his head cocked a little to one side. “What?” I asked him.
“Nothing,” he said. “It just that our food is coming soon, and you look like you’re ready for bed.”
“I’m tired. I just want to eat, then go to sleep,” I said. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on our bed, and my husband followed. We lay back and cuddled, and he continued watching television while I tried to rest my eyes.
“Hey, you can’t sleep yet,” my husband said. “Our food is coming soon.”
I looked at the clock. “What time did we order?” I asked him.
“About 45 minutes ago,” my husband said.
Wow. It’s taking forever to get here. I’m tired and hungry, but mostly tired.”
“Well, it’s going to be here soon,” my husband said as he kissed me on my forehead. “Try to watch football with me.”
I tried to sit up. Football isn’t particularly exciting to me, but I tried to pay attention. My mind wasn’t really on the TV, though; I kept looking at the clock.
“My goodness,” I said. “Our food is taking too long. What gives?”
“I don’t know,” My husband said. “Want me to call?”
“No. Give it 20 more minutes, then call,” I said.
“Relax,” my husband said as I felt his hand on my inner thigh. “It’ll get here soon!”
I was too tired and hungry to actually care that my husband’s hand was on my thigh. “I hope you’re right,” I said.
“Maybe you need to focus on something else,” my husband said with a grin. I felt both his hands run up my thighs as he planted little moist kisses on my neck.
I didn’t even try to stop him; my body just reacted accordingly. I started to feel a slight wetness between my legs and my nipples hardening under my shirt. My inner desires took over. I put my hands on his pants and started rubbing him.
My husband got on top of me and started kissing down my neck. He kissed me on my lips, and I kissed him back. Then he slid down my body and began to kiss my thighs through my PJs, working his way back up to my already wet sweet spot. He stopped long enough to remove my pajama pants, then came back to kiss me through my panties.
Suddenly, I wasn’t really hungry anymore—for food. I was hungry for him. He worked his way back up to my neck, and I could feel his dick through his pants as he leaned in to kiss me. I pulled him on top of me.
“I want you,” I whispered.
With both our clothes still on—less my PJ bottoms—we started rubbing against each other. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough—for either of us! I could feel my body ache for him and knew his ached for me, too.
“Let me get up,” I said. I stood and removed my panties and shirt. My husband wasn’t working fast enough to get his clothes off, so I helped him, the ache inside growing stronger. As soon as we got his clothes off, his hard dick pointed at me.
“Lay down,” I said.
“Wow, you really want this!” He smirked at me, enjoying my demanding attitude.
As soon as my husband lay down, I took his erect penis into my hand and played with it. Then I bent down to lick the tip and kissed it all over before putting him in my mouth. I felt his hand on my ass.
“Come here,” my husband said. “Let me get some of your pussy in my mouth too.”
I positioned myself so that I was sucking my husband’s dick as he ate my pussy at the same time. I couldn’t believe it. The sensations of both together were amazingly overwhelming. I tried to focus on sucking my husband off, but I felt his mouth doing things with my pussy that melted me away. It was hard to focus on both at the same time. At times, I had to stop sucking his penis for a few moments because my husband was eating away at me so well.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me hard.” I needed to feel his hard cock inside me, so I climbed on top and rode him.
“You said to fuck you, right?” my husband asked.
I nodded.
Before I knew what he was doing, my husband unexpectedly grabbed my hips and started pounding me hard.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck. OMG. OMG, baby.”
I could hear him slap inside my wet pussy. The TV was playing in the background and probably muffled the noise, or at least I hope it did. He continued pounding me, my breasts bouncing up and down.
“I want you to come inside me,” I moaned. “Keep fucking me harder.”
The doorbell rang.
“Who the hell is that?” I yelled
“Probably our food,” my husband said.
“OMG. I forgot about that. I wasn’t even thinking about our food.” I laughed. “I don’t even care about it now. They took too long!”
Of course, my husband couldn’t go to the door with a hard erection. So, I pulled off of him and put my clothes on.
“I’ll be right back,” I grinned. “Don’t move. We will finish what we started.”
I went downstairs to get the door and brought our food into our room, closing the door behind me. “Now, let’s finish this.” I smiled at him and immediately ripped my clothes off. Then I got on top of my husband again.
His dick still hard, he grabbed my hips and started pounding me again as if we’d never stopped. It felt so good that my legs even got weak; sweat poured from our bodies. You could hear it again: my sweet husband slapping into me. I moaned every time he hit one of my sweet spots.
“Feels so good,” I moaned. My breasts went up and down with his rhythmic pounding. The sensation was too much for me to handle at one time. I melted all the way into my husband and couldn’t even move if I wanted to. It was too wonderful feeling him ram his cock into me. “Ok,” I moaned. “OK. Feels good. Fuck me like this too.”I got off my husband, lay down, and pulled him on top of me.
He kissed me then went down to my pussy that was ready to be pounded again. I felt his hot breath against me and his tongue reach my insides.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “Feels so good.”
I felt his fingers inside me, and that melted me away. His hands fucked me, and I tried hard not to scream, but I couldn’t help it. I grabbed a pillow to try to muffle my screams, but I don’t know if it worked.
“My goodness,” I moaned. “Mmmmm. It feels good. I love you so much. Let me feel your dick inside me,” I begged.
My husband got up, kissed me again, and rubbed his hard dick up and down my clit. He covered himself in my juices before entering me slowly. My vaginal walls wrapped around his hard erection, hanging onto him for dear life. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close, and my husband began stroking slowly.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“You feel so good,” he said as he kissed my breasts.
“I want you to finish inside me,” I whispered. “Fuck me so I can feel everything from you.”
My husband stroked a little faster until he was pounding my wet, throbbing pussy again. I held onto him as his hard dick moved in and out of me, our bodies locked into each other. Nothing mattered in that moment but us. When he pulled out of me, my body sucked him back in.
“Pound me, baby,” I moaned. “Harder.”
Our bed rocked as he heeded my request. I knew he was about to ejaculate when he held me tighter and his breath quickened. He continued to fuck deep inside me.
“Baby,” my husband moaned. “I’m ’bout to come.”
“I know,” I whispered. “Come inside me. Let me feel you inside me. Come in me, baby. You can do it. Come in me. I want you so badly.”
Less than a minute later… “Arrrgg. Fuck!” my husband grunted as I felt his hot come fill me up. I made sure to wrap my legs around him tight as he filled my sweet hole.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “You feel so good. I like it when you come inside me.”
My husband and I kissed. Our bodies drained and covered in each other. When he pulled out, I felt some of him drip out of me.
“Wow, and you just took a shower,” my husband said.
“Well, maybe you can help clean me up!” I giggled.
My husband and I went to the bathroom to wash up. When we came out, we remembered our now-cold food. We had to heat it in the microwave, but we weren’t all that hungry anymore. Let’s just say we had our own special delivery.
This is probally the hottest story I have read here. I texted this to my wife and she said "This story got me so wet…I will order food" w/a kiss heart emoji. hahaha.
Thank you. It's crazy because I didn't know this was posted yet. I re-read it just now and immediately got wet too. It's sad my husband isn't here right now to take care of that. Maybe I'll word food and wait for him to come home.
We never realized how MH would spark up the bedroom. It is amazing . We've gone from bedroom fun once a week or every other week to now once or twice a day the last 5 days ?
I always enjoy your stories! This one was super hot! Thanks for sharing you private moments with us!
Thank you. We love MH so much. We love sharing and we love reading.
Wow! This story got me wet! I'm already waiting for my husband to come home and now I need him to hurry!
Yeah this story is amazing. Got my wife super wet yesterday and she was waiting for me just like you are waiting for hubby.
I just read this and I'm wet too. Crazy how you can get wet off your own story. Can't wait for my husband to get home. My body is aching for him right now. I shouldn't have read this when I'm alone lol
Honeymooners it prob gets you more wet thinking of how many couples you inspired ?
We just got done w a good delivered breakfast and some mind blowing sex thanks to this story
Honeymooners you should make hubby a video and show him how much the story got you hot and see his reaction ?
Great idea! I was actually wet and waiting for him to get home. I messaged him. Let's just say there's another MH story coming.
I can't wait to hear story. Actually I was inspired to write my first one. Can't wait for you all to see.
Great story. I love having special deliveries of food.
Thank you. Food is great to get off on
We have experienced “coitus interruptus” as well. Once we were well into our lovemaking session and our minister called us on the phone about us going over to visit another member of our church congregation. We laughed after the call and then went at each other with renewed enthusiasm.
awesome
Freakin' food or Fuckin' Sex? That is the question here? In this case Fuckin' Sex!!! Pound for pound, your woman will give you the bigger "bang" for your fuck.