Closed Mouths Don’t Get Fed

It’s an ordinary slow night for us. I’m wrapping up a few mundane projects for a school assignment, and my wife finishes some meetings for work. We don’t get to connect during the day, even though we are mere feet from each other at all times. It is very easy for me to slip into my zone and become hyperfocused on the task at hand.  I’ve always been very accomplished; it’s what attracted her to me in the first place. Once I establish a goal, close to nothing stops me from achieving that. The downside is that once the juggernaut takes off, it’s easy for the needs of others to be neglected. My wife finds that hustle sexy, but often she struggles with speaking up for herself. She doesn’t want to come off needy, but she often wants the attention that only I can give her.

She’s always been affectionate but today was different. I’m watching the financial news, and she sits across the couch from me. I know exactly what she wants, but I love to tease, and tonight was no exception. She starts inching her foot across the couch as slowly as possible, desperate for some sort of affectionate contact but not wanting to come across that way.

Still acting oblivious to the brewing desire three feet away, I ask, “What are you doing?”

Her skin immediately flushes, and she recoils as if I stuck her finger in a wall socket.

“Umm, nothing,” she replies timidly, turning even redder as she knows what’s about to happen next. Her desire to be ravished by her husband is at an all-time high, and now she’s been caught and knows that she hasn’t been hiding it as well as she hoped. Her breathing has grown shallow in anticipation.

I know just what she’s after, but I’m not gonna let her off that easy. I pause the program and give her my full attention. I pull her closer to me, wrap my arms around her, and place her petite frame in between my legs. Her heart is racing, which is exactly what I wanted.

“You know better than to lie to me. Trust me.” I whisper as I slowly kiss her neck and squeeze her tight.

She collapses in my embrace. “I know. But baby, you’ve been working so hard. I don’t want to seem unappreciative, but I miss you. I want us to spend more time together.” Her voice was almost shaking at this point.

“Really???” I was genuinely surprised since we had been spending so much time in close proximity that I thought she would’ve been sick of me.

“Yes, baby.” She moans softly as she starts guiding my hands under her shirt.  I can feel the goosebumps on her bare skin as I start to play with her nipples. My dick starts to throb as she arches her back and grinds her ass into my growing hard-on.

“Well, you don’t have to tempt me with a good time,” I whisper deviously in her ear as my fingertips trail down her frame. I pull off the basketball shorts she had commandeered to reveal she had not been wearing any panties. Still rolling one of her nipples between my fingers, I slowly start caressing her inner thigh, noticing how wet her skin gets the closer I get to her leaking pussy.

“Babe, stop teasing me and touch my pussy already!”

I was taken back by the request but turned on at the same time. She was hornier than I thought. I stop all contact except to immediately wrap my hand around her throat.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” I sternly ask. It startled her, but previous experience told me she liked it.

“I’m sorry, baby, please don’t stop, I just…”

“Apology accepted.” I cut her off as I pinch both nipples at the same time. She starts writhing with erotic pain. I use the fingers of one hand to gently roll over the surface of her clit, and her juices start to flow without ceasing.  Occasionally, I run my fingers down the length of her pussy to re-use the fluid as lube.

It doesn’t take long before I notice the familiar leg tremble associated with an impending orgasm. Her hands desperately grasp whatever flesh of mine they can find and hold on as if her orgasms depended on it. While I keep stimulating her nipple, she starts to shake uncontrollably within the confines of my embrace.

I slowly start to kiss her neck as she comes down from the dopamine rush that she just experienced, but I’m not done. Now that my hand is thoroughly coated in her sexy secretions, I slowly guide my fingers into her warm pussy and hook them upwards to find her G-spot.

“Babe… please… I can’t,” she desperately exclaims, her words barely coherent.

“Isn’t this what you asked for?” I devilishly reply, ignoring her plea.

After a minute of conscious stimulation, she relaxes and the flood gates open. She squirts across the couch, covering the cushions in her sweet-smelling vaginal viscosity.

“Baby, please, I can’t take anymore,” she begs, gasping for the breath she had been holding for the last few seconds. Desperately she tries to keep my hands away from her recently climaxed snatch.

“That’s fine, I just want you to remember that your needs are important. You’re never bothering me by mentioning them. I want you to be happy.” I keep my arms around her and kiss her sweat-covered forehead.

“Well, I’m that case, I’m gonna need you to pull out that hard-on you’ve been hiding between my ass cheeks,”  she says coyly. But that’s a story for another time.