This is my first erotic story ever written. If it's hot, let me know. If it sucks, let me know that too. Let me know any feedback on how to improve.

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I lean against the doorframe, watching William and Lyra finally sleep. Tonight was my turn for bedtime. After one tantrum, two children’s books, one emergency bathroom run, and one final story, they are curled under the covers.

Eight years ago, when Nicholas and I were told we were having twins, I was terrified. It felt like I was barely ready for one child, let alone two at the same time. My fear turned into shock when, after giving birth, we discovered they were fraternal. Now, looking at the covers lift and drop, the cat night light softly glimmering on the nightstand, and a warm light breeze blowing through the slightly open window, I can’t imagine my life without them. Within a couple years, they will be too old to share the same room. But for now, I let them be together, softly closing the door.

“Finally,” I whisper in the upstairs hallway. I love my children, but tonight is for us. The sooner they fall asleep, the sooner I’m able to tear Nicholas’ clothes off.

I move through the upstairs hall before gliding down a flight of stairs. In the front of our home, Nicholas is lounging on the couch, one arm draped across the back, watching a movie. After 15 years of marriage, even in the middle of the mundane, he hasn’t lost an ounce of allure. He was always handsome, but the years together have only improved our intimacy, making him all the more striking even after so many years together.

Near the beginning of our relationship, due to poor genetics and not wanting to worry about his hair, he shaved his head in a move that, at first, I was less than a fan of. However, I quickly grew enamored with it. 

He hasn’t shaved his face in a couple days. A subtle stubble shadows his face. If he waited a couple more days, it would hurt to kiss him. Currently, it’s just the right amount of rough. His black t-shirt gently lays on his chest and dark jeans are slightly stretched as his quads try to break free.

Kickboxing since graduating from college has improved the musculature of his legs and glutes. Yet besides his lower body, Nicholas isn’t overly defined or muscular. However, compared to most 40 year olds, he’s fit and well-formed. He won’t appear on the cover of Men’s Health, but compared to the other husbands I see when dropping the kids off at elementary school in the morning, he might as well. I love the way the other wives look at him. It makes me proud and, I admit, a little turned on knowing I have what they want.

My reminiscing is broken when he looks at me from across the room, smirks, and gestures to him.

“Come watch with me.”

He’s watching a thriller that I’ve never heard of. Thankfully, the movie soon won’t be the only thing he’s watching. I hold a finger up.

“Give me one second.”

I blow him a kiss, which he catches, and I turn around, heading towards the back of the house to our bedroom. Immediately, I pull out four pieces from the closet, all black, all sheer: wired bra, thong, stockings, and garter harness. I was shopping online for lingerie when I came across this set. The tagline? Awaken the Other You. 

Marketing must work because I bought it immediately. 

There are two sides of me. One side is the mother, caretaker and wife. These roles have thrived, but, at times, to the detriment of the other part of me; the woman. A darker, sexier, more self-confident version exists. Someone who walks out to her husband in lingerie and boldly pronounces, “Fuck me.”

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do tonight. With each piece I put on, I feel my heart speed up a little more. I slip on the stockings, clip the garter, and adjust the bra. With every second that passes, I feel that other side come out little by little, a sexual being who, at this moment, wants nothing more than to fuck her husband.

Once finished, I look at myself in the mirror.

“You’re stunning,” I say to myself.

My short brown hair stops at my chin, my bangs drap gently over my forehead. My small breasts conform to the bra. My pale skin radiates off the dark black of the lingerie. Nicholas never stops saying how gorgeous I am. In moments like this one, I can see what he sees. Yet I’ve never been the most in love with myself. After two kids, and years of slowly losing weight after those pregnancies, I never fully adjusted to my new body.

Thankfully, those feelings appear less and less every day, and I’m hoping they’ll be almost smothered after tonight. I tussle my hair, apply lipstick, and look at myself one final time in the mirror.

I smile and leave the bathroom, but quickly stop, realizing I’ll need some help. I move towards my nightstand and grab my wand vibrator.

“Let’s give him a show,” I whisper.

I walk out of our bedroom and towards the living room, feeling nervous and turned on at the same time. At first, Nicholas doesn’t notice, his face still turned toward the television.

“What took you so lo-”

His voice catches in his throat as he sees me. I smile.

“The kids are finally asleep.”

He slowly smirks and grabs the remote to pause the movie.

“Are they?” he says. “And how should we use this time together?”

I slowly approach him. I lean forward, my breasts lightly bouncing close to his face on the way down. I kiss him deeply. Our mouths part, but my lips are vibrating, immediately hungry for more. We come back together, our tongues meeting and swirling, our breath already becoming ragged and short. 

I pull away and whisper, “I’m going to be fucked by my husband like it’s our last day on Earth.”

Nicholas tries to pull me towards him, but I quickly lean back onto the mahogany coffee table. The cold wood presses against me. I slowly spread my legs and slide the vibrator in between.

“Be patient. You don’t get anything yet.”

I turn the toy on, lightly gasping as it pulses against my slit. I arch my back, my nipples pushing against the soft fabric of my bra. I glance at Nicholas. His hands are tightly clutching the couch cushions, his erection already prominent under his jeans. Knowing I have this power over him immediately turns me on even more and I feel my wetness in between my legs.

Nicholas bites his lip and shifts on the couch. Looking at his concealed shaft, thinking about the moment I get to pull it out, I move the vibrator onto my clit. We’ve been together since I was 19 yet just the thought of his hardness makes me feel buzzed. 

The barrier of fabric between myself and the vibrations is agonizing, but I can’t be impatient. I slide my hand over my breast and slowly play with my nipple. This sends an electric current to my clit, making it pulse. I moan, squeezing, pulling, and twisting harder. Fuck, I need his tongue all over me, I thought. I increase the intensity of the vibrator, nearly whimpering as I grind myself into it in increasingly long strokes.

For several minutes, I move like this, playing with myself, occasionally staring into Nicholas’ eyes. The more he watches, the tighter his jaw gets and the fiercer his eyes shine. He looks like a wild animal ready to finally earn his prey.

Like a storm on the horizon, I can sense the tension begin to build. An orgasm is slowly thundering out of me. I smile at Nicholas and turn the vibrator off. For being so patient, he’s earned his reward.

I pull my panties to the side, fully exposing myself and slide in my middle finger.

“I’m so close. Make your wife come, please.”

I lean forward and slowly push my finger in his mouth, slick with my wetness. We lock eyes and he sucks for a few seconds, savoring it. Once I pull out, our eyes continuing to meet, there’s a pause.

Before I know what happens, I’m thrown back on the coffee table and Nicholas’ face is buried between my legs, tongue frantically exploring. Normally, his aggression would be too much, but after so much teasing I’m practically greedy for it. His tongue pushes inside, eagerly tasting every drop of me, as deep as it can explore. As I fight for breath, my hands pull his head harder into me, my hips gyrating, coaxing him further inside. 

He pulls out and looks at me, his chin and mouth coated with my arousal. My breathing is frantic, but I’m able to muster out, “Don’t stop. For the love of god, don’t stop.”

Nicholas smirks before resting his tongue on my clit. He stays still, teasing for a few seconds, while I tremble beneath him in anticipation, before he begins sucking. Bolts of pleasure shoot out from my stomach, spreading out through my limbs. A guttural moan escapes me and my eyes roll back. After only a minute of his tongue putting in work, the storm is approaching again and my orgasm begins to build. As if Nicholas could sense it, he slides two fingers inside and slowly thrusts, continuing to suck. 

He’s in perfect rhythm and I can only hold on for a few more seconds before the storm washes me away. My mind explodes, white-hot pleasure behind my eyes, and I come, hard. Toes curling, legs shaking, have to cover my mouth to block the scream, hard. I feel wetness release onto Nicholas’ face. His eyes are closed as the orgasm surges through me, tidal waves at first, turning into ripples that slowly ebb out, his tongue now lightly flicking, sending small pulses as I ride the orgasm to completion, before every muscle relaxes.

I can barely breath and when I look down, Nicholas’ jaw is covered in my climax. He crawls on top of me, the coffee table lightly creaking, and we kiss, our tongues meeting and saying good-bye over and over, my own wetness meeting my lips. I feel his erection through his jeans and my arousal begins to build again.

“Stand up,” I order him.

He does as I say. We climb off the coffee table and I kneel in front of him, slowly unzipping his jeans. His shaft springs forth. 

Nicholas is a wonderful father, husband, and partner. It wouldn’t matter how large his manhood is. But I’m certainly not complaining that he’s blessed with a girthy 7 inches. 

I take it in my hand, slowly stroking as I look up at him.

“You did such a good job. It’s my turn now."

I sloppily lick up and down his erection, making it wet and slick. As I make eye contact, my reddened lips slowly pull in each inch. Usually, I can’t take it all. However, tonight I’m working my hardest for him. His eyes widen as every inch disappears, saliva slightly running down my chin as my mouth is forced wide open by his width. It takes a few seconds, but I manage. 

Eventually, my top lip touches his lower stomach and I can feel his cock bulging halfway down my throat. It’s a miracle I’m not gagging. I grab his ass, not letting him pull away as Nicholas lets out a deep moan and whispers “Holy fuck” before I release him. I then use both hands, twisting them while stroking, extending along his entire shaft.

For several minutes I alternate, stroking then sucking, swirling my tongue along his head and frenulum, deepthroating on occasion. He loves it a little sloppy and I make sure to oblige, thick saliva coating his entire length, a little dripping on my breasts every so often. Soon, Nicholas is grabbing my hair, his legs quivering, barely able to stand.

Our living room has a large floor to ceiling window. As his cock is deep in my mouth, my eyes catch the reflection. While no one across the street appears to be home, our house is not covered by trees or bushes. If someone walked or drove by, there would be no hiding what we were doing.

The thought made me even more slick between my legs. If the neighbors are watching, let’s make them jealous, I thought.

I push one hand inside my panties, my wetness running down my legs, my fingers seeking and testing. I push his cock upwards and lightly use my tongue to play with his balls. Slowly, I take one inside my mouth, my tongue lazily flicking and roaming. Nicholas is practically panting now, his hands digging into my hair, grasping for any support to keep him upright.

Dirty talk has never been my strength, but tonight was about pushing boundaries. I pull away from him and gasp, “You like it when your wife is on her knees for you?”

Reaching for his breath, he pushes out, “Fuck yes. But I like you even better with my cock buried inside you.”

Once again, he catches me by surprise. Within a few seconds, I was picked up, panties pushed to the side, and penetrated deep, taking every inch of my husband’s manhood. With my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on my ass holding me up in the air, I bite into his shoulder to muffle a loud moan that nearly devolves into a scream as he fills me entirely.

We kiss, allowing me a few seconds to catch my breath and settle in, before he moves me up and down, gently at first, and then faster and harder. His girth stretches me out with each stroke and every penetration fills me completely, sending shocks of pleasure and light pain that blends together in a way that is not undesirable. I turned to my reflection in the window and watched as Nicholas filled me over and over, a thick white coating of my arousal covering his shaft.

The thought of someone seeing us like this drove me crazy. If someone stopped and stared, I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. We’ve had amazing sex before, but this was different. No thoughts about how my body looks, no wondering if I’m doing something right, no inner monologues of if I’m good enough for him. Just pure pleasure, trust, and openness between husband and wife.

I was ready to be in control again. In between thrusts, I gasped, “Sit…down…on…the couch.”

He stopped, quickly kissed me before setting me down, and sat. I grabbed the wand, straddling him. He undid my bra with one hand, my breasts tumbling out. I leaned over and bit his lip while reaching behind and stroking him. I love how hard he is in my hand and, even better, that I’m the one making him this hard.  Finally, I slowly slide down, taking my time, appreciating every millimeter, feeling myself be stretched once again. 

I placed the vibrator on my clit and turned it on, the familiar vibrations propelling pleasure through me. I moaned and began grinding. Nicholas watched with the slightest smile on his face, hands resting on my ass, letting me work. His expression made me feel like the only woman in the world.

If there is sex in Heaven, this is what it’s like. When I pushed back, Nicholas’ cock filled me entirely. There was literally no room left. When I grinded forward, the now-slick wand pulsed into me, my swollen clit needing everything the toy was able to offer. I obliged, setting the wand to its hardest and fastest vibrations. For a second, the new intensity nearly made me black out, but I held on. Back and forth, in long strokes, I fucked my husband and the wand, my head spinning from the pleasure. It was on the border of being too much. My breasts bounced in Nicholas’ face as I kept riding before he finally took one of my nipples in his mouth and very, very gently bit down.

“Fuck yes,” I nearly cried out. My entire body was bursting with sensation. Every inch of me was alive. As I was fucked, sucked and played with, all my nerves were on edge. The lightest touch from Nicholas’ hand made me want to take him deeper and harder. The closer I came to climax, the rougher and more erratic my rhythm became. I felt drunk, almost forgetting where I was, only knowing that I needed to come, needed to explode and find release.

After what felt like days, finally, finally, like a pane of glass under pressure from hurricane winds, I shattered. My orgasm tore through me, starting from my entrance and quickly spreading through every part of me. For a few seconds that felt like hours, I literally couldn’t breathe. My body locked into place, I could only hold on as my orgasm clawed and thrashed its way out of me. Pleasure and pain mixed together until I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. It was angry and I didn’t mind at all.

Eventually, gasping and fighting for air as my body shook, the orgasm had enough and released me. I slumped on top of Nicholas, moving the vibrator away. I shivered as small aftershocks radiated through me, still feeling my husband’s cock inside. 

Nicholas gave me a couple minutes to come down, kissing me gently, but I knew it wasn’t over. He still needed to finish.

“My turn,” he said, before pulling me off, yanking my panties down, and flipping me around. My ass facing towards him, I feel his hands dig into my hips, before firmly plunging himself inside me. I thought I had all I could take, yet, to my surprise, I was already wet, ready for one final show.

Only my stockings and garter belt remained, and Nicholas hungrily, almost desperately, pounded into me. It was incoherent, selfish, frenzied fucking. My ass bounced as our bodies collided and his length penetrated repeatedly, almost asking my pussy to give his cock everything it had.

Before I knew what I was saying, I blurted out, “Take me. Every inch of this body is yours. Take me however you want.”

Nicholas paused. At first, I thought I said something wrong. That thought quickly disappeared when he grabbed a fistful of my hair at the roots and pulled, my face now raised, and fucked me even more savagely than before. I felt two hard spanks as I let out a moan.

“I own this pussy, baby,” Nicholas gasped.

“Yes, no one else can have it. It’s all yours,” I moaned.

I couldn’t believe these words were coming out of me. Yet the harder he fucked me, the more I wanted to say them.

Marriage makes you realize things over time. When your partner is upset, when they want some alone time, and when they’re about to come. I could feel my husband’s orgasm building. As if on cue to my thoughts, Nicholas groaned out, “Baby, I’m almost there.”

Usually he orgasms on me. Tonight, I couldn’t care less. I wanted everything from him.

“Then give it to me. Please give me everything you have. I want it all,” I panted. 

He dug his nails into my hips, hard. “I’m coming.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Ophelia, I’m coming.” His body tensed up, like the moment before a gun is fired, and I felt thick, hot strands of come pulsing inside me. I bit into the couch cushion and moaned as I felt myself get filled.

He collapsed on top of me, his penis slowly pulsing, giving everything left that it had. After a minute of gasping, we collected ourselves. Nicholas pulled out of me. I turned around  and we could only laugh at the craziness of what just happened. Eventually, he kissed me, this time lightly, almost with reverence. 

“I love you so much,” he said.

I smiled. “I love you too.”

We cleaned ourselves and got dressed. As I laid on the couch for the night, the movie playing in the background, the name of which I never learned, the kids asleep upstairs, and my husband of 15 years gently stroking my arm, I could only be filled with happiness and appreciation for everything I have, including myself.