Too Horny to Wait

This story is written from my wife’s perspective. It is about an incident we discussed in our “pillow talk” that night after sex. Enjoy!

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I wake up alone in bed, my husband having gone to work some time while I was still asleep. I am laying on his pillow, holding it close. It smells like him, and I inhale deeply. I feel a strong desire for him rising in me. I imagine him lying next to me, spooning as we do, his warm body pressed against my back, strong arms wrapped around me, one hand slipped under my shirt to gently hold my breast, morning wood pressing into my backside . . .

If only he were working from home today. I would saunter into his office and drag him back to the bedroom. Or just take him right there, like that one time… I smile to myself.

Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t even get up. I’d just send him a flirty text and wait for him to come to me, eager to ravish me.

I know he isn’t here, but I send him a text anyway—just a quick “I love you.”

He responds with a “Love you too.”

It warms my heart, but I need a little more. I drop my phone with a sigh. It will be so long until he comes home.

I close my eyes again, pulling the pillow tight against me. I feel a tingling starting between my legs. I reach up and gently squeeze my breast. I gasp at the strength of the sensation. No, I can’t wait. I need to take care of this now.

I roll over onto my back and spread my legs. Slowly, I slide a hand down the front of my panties. I twitch and moan as my fingers slide between my lips. My goodness, I am so wet already. I imagine my husband commenting on my wetness, his fingers working their well-practiced magic. I wet my finger, then slide it along my clit. *Gasp!* That’s so sensitive! Slowly I increase the pace, rubbing my tingling clit and softly moaning to myself.

A baby’s cries break through my fantasy. With a sigh, I pull my hand out of my pants, leaving my clit unsatisfied, and crawl out of bed. It will just have to wait while I fulfill my motherly responsibilities.

The morning is busy—enough that I almost forget my unfulfilled desires . . . Almost.

I drop the older kids off at their summer day camp, run some errands with the baby, then head to work. As I pull into the parking space, I glance at the mirrors and notice my baby is asleep. I am a little early to work so I decide to let him sleep a little longer before taking him inside.

Instantly, my mind wanders to my husband and my interrupted early morning masturbation. In fact, it hasn’t been far from my mind all morning. My desire for fulfillment comes back stronger than before, reinforced by having to wait so long. I need it, and I need it now.

I check to make sure the baby is still asleep (he is), then check out the windows. No one is in the cars next to me or on the sidewalk in front of me, at least for now. Hurriedly, I unbutton my jeans and thrust my hand down my panties.

I stifle a moan as my finger slips between my lips again. I know I must not wake the baby, but I am a loud love-maker, so this might be difficult. I can’t help it! It’s just that it’s so sensitive down there!

My fingers work over my clit, and I sigh. Finally, the sensations I have wanted—no, NEEDED—all morning course through me. My eyes close and I think of my husband and how good he is at fingering me. It’s one of my favorite bits of foreplay. He really knows how to hit all the right spots. He ought to after all those years of practice. My mind wanders to all the times he fingered me in the car, the movie theater, that time his fingering made me squirt all over the bed . . .

The tingling is getting stronger, and almost of their own will, my fingers start rubbing my clit faster. My orgasm is growing, it won’t be long now. My breathing gets heavier and my body tenses up. My eyes are squeezed shut, and it occurs to me that I have no idea of anyone is walking past. Oh well, too late now. I’m so close…

A little moan escapes despite my best efforts. I am rubbing furiously now, right on the brink of coming. I think of my husband, imagining him naked and hard and coming to fill me up. Oh yes!

My orgasm breaks over me like a wave. My hand stops mid rub, my back arches, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as I shudder through the waves of pleasure.

The orgasm fades and I come back to earth, breathing like I just ran a mile. My eyes pop open and I glance around. To my relief, I didn’t notice anyone outside. I pull my hand out of my pants and button them back up. My fingers are wet and smell like my sex. A baby wipe does a passable job of cleaning that up. My underwear is now wet, but there is nothing to be done about that now. A quick glance in the mirror reveals that my hair is still neat but I am quite flushed. Oh well, I need to get to work now.

I grab the baby and head into work, still flushed, still a bit wet down there, but oh did I need that!

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With a grunt, I thrust one more time into my wife and shoot a load of cum deep into her vagina. She squeals as my cum triggers one last orgasm of her own, probably her tenth since we started. Spent, I roll off of her and we lie next to each other catching our breath in the afterglow.

She rolls toward me, running a hand absently over my chest.

“I woke up so horny this morning,” she said.

“Oh?” I ask, chuckling. “Did you do anything about it?” She nods, blushing.

“Yeah, I did,” she purred. I was all ears.

“Let me tell you about it . . .”