My Prodigal Husband (L)~ Ignite Story

Based on true events as Joe returned to work post his Covid Furlough, February 2021.

Love, Lauren


I wolf down my bowl of cereal and drain my coffee cup, then check my watch one more time. I’m late again, and as I grab my bag and stride to the door, I shout a quick, “See you late, baby!” and slam the door shut behind me. No time for kisses, no I-love-you as I head out for another long day at the office; it’s my first week back, and I have hardly seen you.

Finishing your coffee, you head upstairs for your morning regimen, shedding your robe on the stairs as you move to the bedroom. Your dainty fingers are unclasping your bra and releasing your ample shape before climbing on the bed. The curtains remain drawn, leaving a dim orange glow in the room as your fingertips dab into the pot of body lotion and apply it all over yourself. This is one of your rituals; you would never give up good-quality lotion and a little quiet. The act tightens your skin and makes it soft and supple, a key priority as the years advance. As you rub the cream over your chest, you feel your nipples shrink, and a sensation of horny relaxation washes over you.

As you move to apply more of the lotion on your feet, ankles, and legs, you momentarily press your fingers against the material of your panties. The pressure on your labia splashes another wave of pleasure onto your already horny body. You continue to apply the moisturizer in small round movements over your supple skin, moving over your tummy, your sides, and finally over your chest again. Your nipples tingle as the soft cream encroaches on your velvety pink areolas that surround the hardening teats.

As you move the fingers of your left hand over your skin, they eventually work their way down your body again. You trace your shape over your panties, following the contours of your mound as you relax on the bed. Your head snuggles back on the pillows, and you close your eyes. Your right hand circles one exposed areola on top of your beautifully shaped breast. The feeling of fingernails sliding between your labia over the silky panties sends a tingle op your spine as you pinch your nipple with your other hand. You can feel the excitement growing through the material as another wave of pleasure trickles up. Your mound is growing warmer as you play.

As you feel the tingles grow stronger, you are rudely disturbed by a knock at your door.

“For the love of…” you mutter as your hands drop from your body.  The disappointment of the interruption ebbs away all trace of the excitement that had been growing in your body. Standing, you head to the bedroom door and grab the robe on the back of it. Then you pad quickly down the stairs, tying the band around your waist as you go. “This better not be an Amazon delivery,” you think to yourself as you reach the door and fling it open harshly.

Glaring out into the bright sunshine, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but then a smile creeps across your face. I’m standing on the threshold.

“I’m sorry. I got to the motorway and realised that I had not said goodbye properly.” I say as I smile back. “I had to come back. I would have been aching to see you all day if I had gone on to the office.” I step closer to you in the doorway.

As I notice the loosely tied red robe, I take a deep breath. The vision of you illuminated in the doorway sends a thrum to my hardening cock. I can smell your fragrance in the air, perfume mixed with arousal captivating my senses. You feel the electricity in the air as I take a small step towards you. My hands cup your face, and my lips move to kiss yours. With soft press, they touch for a moment. As I kiss you again, I feel you kiss back. Your delicious lips part, and your tongue moves out delicately to enter my mouth and touch mine. I tilt your face a little to one side, allowing our kiss to deepen, and my lips glide over yours as our tongues touch again. Our petting gets faster and more urgent as I feel your hands on my sides. Your arms pull me into the house.

The door closes behind me with a clunk, banishing the bright light and any potentially prying eyes. As we kiss, you feel the sensation that had disappeared moments earlier return to your mound. The heat builds up again as your hands move to my neck, and you kiss me back with growing ferocity. You feel my spongy tongue tickle yours while my hands roam over your back, the silky robe sliding over your body and allowing me to explore every contour. The gentle tickle of the fabric against your skin accompanies my kisses and sends goose pimples over your body.

Taking a moment to step back and look at you, I feel myself grow hard in my trousers. I move back a little farther, our eyes connect, and I see you smile before I dive in for another kiss of those plump lips. My fingertips stroke up your back, and I feel the ridges of your spine before finding the bare skin of your neck. Curling my finger over the collar of your robe, I pull it down your back and over your shoulders, exposing them to the cool hallway. The fabric slips down your arms; you feel it catch in the crooks of your elbows.

My lips meander down your neck and along one shoulder while my fingers move slowly over the other. I can’t resist biting your neck a little. It makes you drop your hands to my hips, grabbing and pulling me closer to you. You straddle one of my legs, and I feel you start to rub your vulva against it. The motion wriggles the robe further down your chest, semi-exposing your breast. While your pelvis grinds your mound against my leg, I lean back an inch to let the silky fabric slip over your boob.

You kiss me with tremendous excitement as my fingers move forward over your shoulders and down your sternum, my nails tracing its path between your boobs. I follow the contour of your boob, under and up the side of your chest. Your tongue darts into my mouth faster as you rub yourself on my leg. I can sense your heat through my trousers as my fingers trail around your breast until they have circled back to the soft skin at the top.  I let my fingers slide down your shape but avoid touching your nipple so that the ache to be touched fills your body with a wanting desire. I feel you moan in my mouth, your teeth biting my lip. When I finally allow my fingers to move over your areola, a shiver of pent-up relief shoots from it and over your body. It floods your head and rolls down inside your body, burying itself deep in your hot cervix. Your fingers run through my hair, scrunching a clump and pulling.

Your mound rubs my leg a litter harder, and I succumb; I let the fingertip of my index finger draw a long slow line, up and along your nipple. The friction sends a shudder through you, emanating from the small of your back and washing over you again. With every dragging swipe along your nipple, I feel it harden. I take it between my thumb and index finger and roll and pull it gently.

You lean your head back and close your eyes as I play. I let my lips crawl down your body, over your shoulders, your collar bone, and your sternum between your boobs. As I hunch over, I can’t help but take your nipple in my mouth and suck you in. My lips roll its shape in my mouth as I cup your breasts and hoist them towards me. As I explore their softness, your body pushes them out towards me, willing me to suck you in harder.

I drop one hand to your belt, and the robe cascades open as you feel me squeeze the flesh in my other hand and increase the suction on your nipple. Then I let go and slide my hands around to the small of your back, and my palms move down over your bum. My fingers find the band of the panties and pull them down over the curves of your arse and down your legs. As they reach the floor, you step out of the panties, and once I know you are free of them, I press you back against the stairs. You feel the carpet against the back of your legs as you move to hold on to the railing, your bum perched on a step.

I move closer to you, kneeling on the lowest rung, and watch as you slide your legs apart. Your wet vagina glistens. As you see me looking at you, it sends another shudder of heat to your mound. Tiny droplets form over your skin as your eyes follow the movement of my finger towards you. The gentle press of the back of my finger caresses the length of your labia before my knuckle presses into the centre of your labia, moving along your crease opening your weeping lips. Your fragrance wafts up into the air—an intoxicating scent of sweet apple, vanilla, and citrus.

You feel my fingers move over your heat and another sharp pang of pleasure shoots up your body. Your lungs inhale sharply as my fingers spread your labia open. You relax your legs, allowing my fingers to explore you. Another shot of heat rises through your body as I move up your shape and find your clitoris hidden under your hood. My fingers moisten it with your lubrication, making it easy to glide over you. Desire burns within you, and you arch your back again as you take hold of the spindle of the staircase, pulling yourself up a little higher. The pleasure builds as my fingers start to circle your clitoris. Your body reacts by pressing your boobs higher into the air, and my fingers catch one and play with your nipple. My fingers start flicking faster over your clitoris, occasionally slipping down your labia but always returning to that little bud. You feel it grow as I play, your labia becoming puffy as the sensations travel to the end of a million nerve endings all over your body.

I have a hunger to taste you. Your left leg bent at the knee, and I lean down and kiss it, moving to your inner thigh. Every kiss is moving closer until I am so close, I can feel your heat. I let my tongue move out and press against the centre of your clitoris, my fat tongue opening your lips as I taste your sweetness. You remind me of vanilla cream, which forces me to lap at you hungrily. I suck your labia lips into my mouth before releasing it slowly. Moving up your shape with my tongue to find your clitoris, flicking it as I feel you grind against me, your body raising to meet my tongue.

Moving faster over your shape, you feel your pea growing at my touch, the sensation of my tongue on your clitoris making your fingers scrunch my hair and pulling me against you tightly, your pelvis grinding against me as I flick and suck your clit. Your pleasure heightened as my fingers goose-step up the inner thigh of your leg. The two fingers are converging at your entrance and patting it softly. Your vagina muscles puckering at the tap, desperately trying to suck my fingers into you. A deep hard suck of your clitoris into my mouth makes you gasp and arch your back, a wave of pleasure moving up your body and burring itself in the centre of your mind. At the apex of your arch, with your nipples gloriously pressed skyward like tight cherries on a bun, you gasp once more as my fingers press the entrance of your vagina. The constant pressure against your tight wet hole forces it to concede its defenses, and my fingers slide into you.

The heat of the wet safety of your body envelops my fingers as they slide into you in one long push. You’re so wet! I’m impressed by how easily I can move inside you. With my palm against your mound, I curl my fingers upward inside you and give a gentle tap on the roof of your cervix.

As I suck your clitoris into my mouth again, the soft rhythmic tapping on the top of your pussy sends your body arching back on the stairs. Your gip on the spindle tightening, and you pull yourself up the stairs a little, trying to escape the barrage on your senses for one moment. But I don’t stop; my fingers press in and out of you as my tongue dances faster on your clitoris. You fight the temptation to close your legs. Resisting the urge, you open them wider, allowing me to move my digits into you quicker and faster. On each thrust, you feel my return to the roof of your vagina with soft taps. My fingers press against the source of your heat, coaxing your G-spot to appear from its hiding place.

You feel your body start to tighten around me, your leg muscles contracting as you grind against my tongue. My fingers are moving in and out with lightning speed as I feel your body start to shudder. Your clitoris grows fat and large, pulsing on my tongue as you begin to push against me with every thrust into you. Your vagina muscles tighten around my fingers as you moan somewhere above me, growing louder as they fuck you. My tongue dances hard and fast; I can taste how close you are to climax. When it comes, your whole body shudders around me. You feel the orgasm tighten into a ball in your centre before the ultimate release explodes and releases your muscles in a glorious loud climax.

I try and move my fingers out of your vagina, but your muscles are so tight they hold me inside as your scream. The blaze of heat engulfs you. Then, your mind clears and goes blank as my hand slides out and cups your mound. It pulses in my palm as I clamber up your body and wrap my other arm around you.

I kiss your sweat-strewn face, your eyes, your lips, keeping my fingers pressed against your shape. I feel you quiver in my palm and your shallow breath on my neck as you start to come down. I let my fingertips snag your clitoris one last time, sending an aftershock up your body. Cupping your palpitating bundle, I kiss your lips softly. Your taste in my mouth brings a smile to my face as I look into your eyes.

Your arms, hanging loosely at your sides, brush my cock that’s still straining against my trousers. Coyly, you raise your eyebrow and bite the right side of your lower lip. Your hand reaches out and runs itself over my shape, feeling it extend down my right leg, and your fingers pinch my tip as you look at my eyes.

“Is this for me?” you ask with a flash of your eyelids. Your hands stroke up and down my shape more vigorously as I lean in to kiss your lips once more. Your tongue is moving into my mouth as we kiss, sending a pulse over our bodies.

Your fingers fumble with my belt, then buttons popping as you pull the fly apart. My trousers billow open as you slide your fingers into the void, down my trouser leg to cup my shape before digging it out from the confines of my trouser leg. The shiny helmet appears as your palm presses into the underside of my dick. You wrap your fingers around its circumference and gently pull it up and down in your hand, feeling me thrust against each movement and my cock pulse as you play.

My kisses on your neck communicate my desire. The faster you jerk, the more I respond with kisses, nibbles, and bites to your neck, and my hands cup your boobs. Your toes fight to find some purchase on my trousers, and as they find the gusset, you straighten your leg sliding them down over my thighs. Clumsily I shuffle out of my trousers, my body contorting as I have to step up to get my pants over my ankles. The stance gives you a moment to move down between my body and the stairs.

As your head inches towards my spear, you notice the pre-cum glistening on my helmet. Your tongue flicks and savours my tip, the salty taste making your mouth drool a little as you lap it again. Your lips close around the summit of my cock as you suck my tip like a pacifier. I groan, my muscles tighten, and the tickle of your tongue sends shivers up my spine.

As you suck me, your fingers play with your clitoris. Having recovered from the previous climax, the tingle of your touch makes you bob faster on my cock. You feel me move back and forth, lengthening each stroke. As you circle your clitoris a little more quickly, you feel droplets emerging between your labia, the wetness allowing you to glide over your shape as you flick it faster. The shudders moving to the extremes of your body feel like palpitations of pleasure, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of the next.

Your lips move down my shaft, your tongue feeling every vein pumping the blood to my cock. You shake your head from side to side as the hilt press against your lips. The thick girth and length make you gag momentarily before you pull back up my shaft, pressing your lips tightly together as you go. Your touches below fuel, coupled with my sounds of desire, build a craving deep inside you. Your vagina wants to be filled, aching for the thrusting penetration of a hard cock moving into you and setting your soul on fire. You find yourself fidgeting under me until your back is against my front, and then you climb the stairs like a ladder towards the bedroom.

As I watch you crawl up the steps. I have no intention of letting you go—my burning desire to have you can’t wait to get into the bedroom. Grasping your ankles with my hands, I stop your ascent. Spreading your legs open, I slide my face between them. I can smell your wet pussy as I let the kiss move over your bum. My tongue traces your spine up to the crook of your neck, where I grasp your skin between my teeth.

The sensation of being chased and caught sends another explosive wave of pleasure over your body. Your cervix pulses inside you as I cup your boob with my left hand. My fingers make tidy work of arousing your nipple while your bottom presses against my hard cock. Your body pushes back against me, leaving a small gap for my right hand to slide in and circle your clitoris. You feel my fingers move slowly down your labia and spread your lips. Then the tip of one slips into your vagina and spreads your wetness around your opening, ensuring you are ready to take me in.

From behind, my cock’s tip moves to your entrance. My fingers guide me to your opening, and I press myself into you. Your arse pushes back against me as you feel the head press between your velvet lips. Like an unstoppable tsunami of pleasure, you feel every vein, every pulse of my cock as it moves into your depths in one long thrust. You gasp at the sensation of my girth spreading your lips; your tight muscles pose no threat of stopping this barrage. I don’t stop my inward motion until my balls squish against your skin and I’ve filled your vacuous design.

You feel me start to rhythmically slide in and out of your pussy.  My cock bears down against your vagina, my balls slapping against your skin as I move faster and faster. My left fingers still cup and roll your nipple as I glide into you, and the sensation sends another wave of pleasure over your body. Heat rises in you as I feel you press back on me, thrusting to meet my cock as it moves into you.

My right hand strokes down your body and flicks your clitoris as I thrust into you again. You feel my chest against your back through the robe, adding a touch of soft silk to the tickles that move up your body. Your back arches as you lift yourself onto your elbows. As I pinch your hard nipples, a streak of heat shimmers over your body. While my fingers press around your clitoris, a climax begins to build once more.

My penetrations grow swifter, and another heatwave flows over your body as you feel me building up to a crescendo. Your vulva tingles as you feel your orgasm grow with every thrust of my shaft into your vagina. I pump harder, my balls banging against you as the pressure builds deep inside me, and your body stiffens as your orgasm washes over you. Your head goes blank as you close your eyes, and your muscles contract one by one.

As your vagina tightens around my cock, I erupt inside you. You feel my legs press up and inward as my hot seed fills you. You push back, and your orgasm continues as you cry out, “Fuuuck.” My fingers tighten around your breast as I let every drop of me seep into your pussy, hot and safe around me. As I feel you relax, I let myself slide out of you.

I breathe heavily against your back and kiss your skin. You turn, and we kiss. Your body shivers in my arms as the post-coital calm washes over us both. My arms tighten around you, and we lie in each other’s embrace.

“Time for some more fun? Or do you have to go to the office straight away?” you ask with a smile.

“I think I can call in sick,” I respond.

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6 replies
  1. LovingMan says:

    Woah! What an awesome story! Your use of words and imagery are really amazing! I remember a time I was late for work because my wife (who had the day off) wanted and NEEDED a quick roll in the hay!

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