Just a Cuddle
I was so exhausted and a little irritated for no particular reason. On this night I was just spending some time alone in our room, mindlessly scrolling my phone, thinking I might just go to bed soon when my husband walked in the room.
“Hey,” I said nonchalantly, noticing his entrance.
I was a little surprised he had ended his video game session for the night so soon. It was one of those days. We were both drained from the day, which I suppose was just a typical day. We were tired a lot of the time lately between work and the baby.
“I missed you,” he confessed, laying down next to me. I tossed my phone to the side and faced him, and he cuddled up next to me, joining me under the covers.
“Awe! I missed you too,” I agreed, snuggling into his chest. Truth be told, I couldn’t remember the last time we just cuddled like this. It was really nice. The room was a little chilly from the AC which had just switched on, but he was warm and inviting. He wrapped his arms around me, and I melted into his embrace as we chatted and joked.
At one point, we transitioned into a spooning position, and I jokingly started shaking my butt on him and he jokingly humped me and moaned in return. It was exaggerated; meant to be funny, not serious. I laughed as he hugged me tighter, but his hands seemed to not get the memo that it was a joke, zeroing in on my breasts and crotch.
“Wait no! It was a joke! I swear!” I playfully objected while laughing at both his advances, which were still done in a joking manner at this point, and the fact that I wasn’t expecting it, so it tickled quite a bit.
He held me tighter as I laughed, playfully attempting to wriggle free as he started trying to pet my crotch and grab my breasts.
“You’re not getting away! I’m going to get you!” he said, laughing while wrestling with me.
“Nooo! It was just a joke!” I shouted in the spirit of play fighting, but the more we continued this fake scene, the more real life sexual tension built between us, which mounted for me when he succeeded in his alleged goal of getting his fingers inside of me and reaching my nipples, as his fake conquest dictated he must do.
“You know it’s actually really fun to play with your vagina, not even in a sexual way,” he said while wiggling his fingers inside of me. He poked in and out of it while he was holding me tightly from behind, but at this point, I wasn’t just fake aroused anymore. My cheeks felt hot as I realized our little game had really turned me on.
He realized as well fairly quickly when he noticed I was very wet and I had let out a moan that was much more serious than fake.
“Oh? What was that?” he asked smugly while much more intentionally fondling my body, sliding his fingers over my clit and lightly pinching at my nipple with his other hand.
“Oh you like your nipples being touched right now,” he remarked, pinching each of them with gradually more force, while swirling my wetness over my clit, periodically sliding his fingers into me. My moans increased. The jig was up. I was caught red handed enjoying his advances.
I grinded my hips, angling them towards his hand while also inching my way backwards to be as close to him as possible. I felt an erection growing and knew it wasn’t just me who was enjoying this, so I let him continue. He started nibbling on my ear and licking it which made me gasp as it sent tingles straight down my spine. The sensations took my breath away.
“How about we take off our clothes?” he whispered in my ear. I started undressing and he followed suit. I could almost feel the redness on my face as I blushed bright red, as if this was my first time having this kind of experience, even though I’ve been with him countless times.
We kissed softly and passionately while touching each other and moaning—touching each other with the same passion and eagerness as we had when we had first ever done so. There was a sacred energy of marital pleasure in the air as we explored each other’s bodies with bold curiosity and love.
This transitioned seamlessly and wordlessly into me riding him from on top. He pinched my nipples harder and I moaned with satisfaction. I rode him with the passion of someone who was experiencing sex for the first time. It felt as though I had just awakened to my sexuality yesterday, though that was far from the truth.
Unlike virgins, however, we intuitively knew how to handle the other person’s body from years of experience. Having this kind of sex is like having everything you could want out of a sexual experience. The thrill of experiencing something exciting, the closeness of our relationship, the intimate knowledge of each other, and the satisfaction that comes with it. I had it all tonight.
I had it all nearly whenever I’d like to have it. I know that I have it all. I have something truly special that fills the most intimate and private needs of my heart, and it feels so good.
It feels like I’m on top of the entire world when I am on top of him. I have everything I want. Every. Single. Thing.
I love this DL. It’s beautiful, sweet, sexy, and I found myself smiling as I watched through the lens of the written word.
This is my favorite line: “There was a sacred energy of marital pleasure in the air as we explored each other’s bodies with bold curiosity and love.”
If there was ever a single sentence that fully encapsulated marital bliss, that is it.
Thank you for sharing such a wonderful story.
I agree with KM. Especially about that quote from the story!
Thank you so much for always commenting such nice things on my stories 😊♥️ I really appreciate the feedback and encouragement!!
This is really beautifully written! We’ve had those kind of fun wrestling matches that turn passionate and lead to marital sexual and spiritual ecstasy!
Those times are the best!! 😉
Wonderful story! I love the cute/flirty energy that is portrayed in your story. Thanks for sharing
We really enjoyed reading your story, beautifully written.
Lauren & Joe
A lighthearted wrestle turned into lovemaking…that was so beautifully written. It is that kind of thing that I look forward to in marriage, if it be God's will.
In forty years of marriage it's impossible to recall how many times a playful smile or a bit of teasing resulted in my wife riding my cock like a 20 year old. Nice story DL!
Just curious, why do many women feel like they cannot admit (either to others or themselves) to wanting their husbands? I don't understand why this mental block is a thing. I see this across the board, it's not a Christian, atheist, or sexual history issue.
If you are referring to my story here, I would say to you that when I said no and started trying to get away, it was a playful gesture and not one that was meant to communicate that I didn’t want him.
Later in the story I mentioned that I realized the game had turned me on, this is because a lot of times I don’t know that I’m horny until the idea of sex is presented to me in the right way. the game of chase/ wrestling we were playing was playful, fun, and sexy to me and it was only at that point that I realized I a really wanted sex.
I hope this helps!
Sorry if it came across to harshly. If the shoe were on the other foot, the woman would be on social media telling everyone how horrible her husband is and how he doesn't love her anymore. It's something I've never been able to understood. On MH the options are either piggyback on someone else's story or wait 3 months to start the discussion. I went with the former. Don't take any of this personally.
I’m not sure it’s an exclusively female thing, either. I admit there’s been times I’ve been exhausted from work, or even in a depressed or irritated mood due to my multiple concussions, that I am not really in the mood for sex until Vanessa sort of presses the issue, so to speak. I could see the roles being reversed in my marriage and unfolding similarly to DL’s story. Not trying to start something, just trying to express both sides of it. 🤷🏻♂️
I want to also second Northern Sky here and say while it stereotypically is the man wanting more sex, the roles could easily be reversed and have been reversed in my own marriage as well. One of my stories that is coming out is specifically about a time where I took initiative and charge in the sexual realm which definitely Happens as well!
I want to also clarify and say that I am in a sort of (consensual) dom/sub relationship with my husband where he is the dominant partner and he also has the more outgoing dominant personality of the two of us, so in a lot of my stories he is taking charge but that is agreed upon by both of us
Oh and I also want to say that personally I really am against anyone airing their dirty laundry so to speak on social media. I think regardless of whether it is a man or a woman it is generally not nice or a good way of handling things to make a post about it and I would hope most people would talk privately instead of doing that!
Very sweet and sexy. My husband says he loves to watch me on top of him. I get a bit self conscious as I’m not quite what I was 40 years ago, but he says he doesn’t care. I can close my eyes and get into a rhythm where I can come and he gets to watch me. Your story reminded me of that! Thank you!