A married couple ends their dry spell in spectacular fashion and reconnects in the best way possible.

Sexy background music played in my head as I got ready. It had been more than a week since I’d seen my husband — and even longer since we’d fucked. But soon enough, I’d fix that.

My hubby, Mitch, had been traveling the last week for work, and I missed him. The house was too quiet without him in it — no alternative ’90s station playing on repeat, no cheering along with sports games and no warm body pressed next me in bed. Nothing like time apart to make me to appreciate even more what we shared.

I sat on the edge of the tub, smoothing the razor over my legs, carefully gliding it over my calf muscles and the sensitive areas around my heels. After rinsing off, I applied a citrus-scented lotion — a birthday present from Mitch. The scent reminded me of our beach honeymoon, and the lazy days we spent together drunk with pleasure.

After being married for six years, work sometimes got the better of us. He was tired. I was tired. We worked opposite shifts. Our relationship started to feel more like we were roommates sharing a house than lovers.

The best way to fix our situation was to return to the heart of our relationship. We both worked hard to have a future together, and it was time to start living that future. While we couldn’t take time off to escape, we certainly could make the best of things at home. Some alone time seemed the perfect way to remind him of what he was missing.

I walked naked to our bedroom, stopping to tuck in the blue sheets and pull up the comforter. How long had it been since I’d laid out all the throw pillows? I grabbed them from the side chair and tossed them onto the mattress, one by one, imagining Mitch walking in on me while I was nude and arranging the pillows. Yeah, that would throw him.

I pulled open my lingerie drawer and dug deep. That night deserved something more special than everyday undies. I had more than one pretty matching set. Red seemed too flashy. Black too morbid. I certainly didn’t feel like making a “white wedding” statement. But earlier that week, I’d caught a bit of sun, and the lavender set complemented my darker skin tone perfectly. Feeling sexier than I had in a while, I slipped on the lace panties and demi-bra. My dark nipples played peek-a-boo with the edge of the cups.

Yeah, he’d like it, I thought.

There was no reason to reveal all of my charms at once. It was better to start slow and heighten our anticipation. So after donning the delicate lingerie, I slipped on a flowing dress and a pair of black wedges. By that point, it was a little before 5 p.m. I had just enough time to slap on some makeup and put together a light snack.

When Mitch arrived home, I kissed him immediately, pressing my body against his and expressing all of my pent-up wishes for the night. Surely, he’d missed me as much as I missed him.

“Hello, handsome. Freshen up, and I’ll bring you a treat.”

“Wow, what’s all this about?” He’d set his bags down and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You don’t normally greet me like this.”

“Can’t a woman miss her husband after he’s been gone a week?” I replied.

“You sure there’s not a new puppy here or something?” he feigned looking over my shoulder.

“Oh stop. I just want you to know you’re appreciated.”

The grin on his face just about stopped my heart. I wondered if he’d been as starved for affection as I’d been. Somewhere, we’d fallen off the path and taken our love for granted, but I was ready to correct that oversight.

With a rumbling growl, he nipped at my neck, sending shivers of anticipation throughout my body.

“Oh, you smell so good,” he said as he slid one of his hands to my ass, cupping my cheek and pulling me closer. “The whole way home, I was thinking about how tired traveling makes me. Coming home to you, like this, gives me energy. Can’t you be my treat?”

“That’s going to happen and more. Now, you go freshen up and unwind. I’ll meet you in a few.”

With a final accessing look, Mitch headed toward the bathroom. A few minutes later, I followed with a platter of cheese, crackers and grapes, but I knocked first before entering.

My husband’s a handsome man with dark hair and eyes. He’d spread out in the tub, cock and balls semi-floating in the water as the bath filled. The mirrors had already started to steam over.

“Sure you don’t want to join me?”

“I’d love to,” I told him kicking off my shoes and putting aside the plate. I sat on the edge of the tub and swung my legs over, letting my feet play in the water.

“Ooh, hot.”

“Should have warned you.”

“Please, I can take the heat.”

His eyes widened as he caught my double entendre.

Yes, we liked to get a little naughty, or more than naughty, at times. There always seemed to be a limit, though. Something held him back, and I was afraid to ask for more.

I scooted along the tub edge, settled myself behind him and said, “Lean against me.”

“I’ll get you wet.”

“Well, that’s the idea.”

Placing one foot on either side of Mitch, I leaned forward and massaged his back muscles. My fingers slid over his slick skin. Each stroke took away some of the distance between us, making me feel closer than we’d been in months. It’s like I was getting to know him all over again. With my thumb, I worked on one particular knot in his shoulder until he moaned and said, “That feels so good.”

His cock rose from between his legs, and his erection was soon jutting out of the water. He definitely liked the attention.

“Mmm, glad you appreciate it.” I breathed over the back of his ear as I spoke and twirled the tip of my tongue over the edge of his lobe. It was one of his more sensitive spots, and I knew it.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?”

He stroked his cock up and down, using long, slow movements.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Impressive,” I whispered hotly in his ear.

“You’re killing me,” Mitch groaned.

He turned his head, so he was facing my inner thigh, and nipped and sucked on the tender flesh there. The sharp twinge sent a thrilling sensation straight to my pussy, and I clamped my legs around his head.

“Mmm, you know I like that,” I murmured.

As soon as I relaxed my legs, Mitch turned once more to treat my other thigh to the same spark of pain, and my body jerked.

“Do you now?” Mitch replied. He pushed away from me and came to a kneeling position between my knees, facing me. In an instant, he pushed up my dress and was inspecting my special undies. “Such a pretty package.”

With purpose, he caressed the outside of the material, sending shivers through me.

“You’re so wet already, and you’re not even in the water.”

Reflexively, my hips rose and my pelvis pushed against his touch. I hadn’t planned on things going that way. I’d meant to tend to his needs first and not worry about myself. But the moment he caressed me, my mental plans floated away.

“Did you miss me?” Mitch asked, right before he began French-kissing my cunt through my undies.

“Yes.” My reply came out all breathy and didn’t sound like me. Well, it did, but a much sexier version of me. One who got tongued in the bathtub — and not the polite, boring wife I’d been.

He used his fingers to pull aside my underwear and immediately began spearing me with his agile tongue.

I leaned back, using the wall to support my body, and focused on the incredible feelings he was causing inside me. He knew my body, sometimes better than I did. He took me to the edge and beyond. Mitch skimmed my clit with his tongue, just a little — and not nearly enough. Up, over and down, he circled — never quite giving me the full contact I sought.

“Please, honey. Stop teasing me.”

A low rumble flowed through me as he laughed and said, “You want more? You gotta beg.”

“You know I want more.”

He sat back, accessing me. I saw myself through his eyes — his wanton wife, slumped back, dress around her hips, panties askew and her pussy wet and eager.

“You are evil,” I playfully chastised.

With one eyebrow cocked, he replied, “If that’s how you’re going to play…” He stood, water cascading over his body and his cock jutting out at me.

“No,” I sat up straight. “Don’t go. Please.”

He hesitated. “Please what?”

“Please eat me. Please make me come. Please. I’m begging you.”

“Was that so hard?”

As soon as the words left his lips, he set on me ferociously, his mouth attacking my clit as he jammed three fingers inside my pussy. My back arched, and I lifted my hips, pumping them in time with his inward thrusts. Mitch swirled his tongue over my hard nub before flicking it repeatedly.

After hovering on the edge of coming for so long, my climax hit me hard and I shouted out loud.

Despite my vocal reaction, Mitch didn’t let up. Instead, he pushed me further and further until I didn’t think I could take any more. Then he was up, turning off the tap and settling between my legs, before fitting his hard cock into me and thrusting deep.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Take me.”

He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He was wet and slippery, and I was still fully dressed but thoroughly disheveled. He fucked me long and hard, grunting as he pumped into me. My breasts strained against the confines of my bra and bodice. I wanted to be naked against him, wanted to feel all of his body on mine — skin to skin.

Water had dripped all over me, wetting my clothes. I leaned forward, licking his neck before I brought my lips to his. Our kiss was wild, like we were two starving souls seeking each other for sustenance.

A ball of need rapidly built in my core. Unbelievably, I was going to come again. All my nerve endings roared to life. He gripped my ass with his fingers.

“You feel so fucking good. I’ve missed you,” he said.

His jerky movements sent waves splashing over the sides of the tub. And just like that, he jerked and stiffened, and I felt his cock jetting hot come inside me. Each pulse sent shivers through me, and I quickly followed him, tumbling into another orgasm.

“Wow, that was amazing,” Mitch said, setting me down carefully. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I told him, feeling sated, exhausted and breathless. My legs were shaking, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand right away.

He released a deep-throated laugh, one that sent warmth straight to my cunt. Suddenly, I wanted more.

“I’m glad I could remind you of what you’re missing on the road,” I told him.

I carefully got to my feet, settled my damp dress over my hips and picked up my discarded shoes. Our tryst hadn’t gone quite like I’d planned, but it hadn’t been bad at all. I looked back over at him and nodded toward the forgotten platter as he toweled off, asking, “You hungry?”

“Food can wait.” Mitch dropped the towel, revealing his revived cock. “I want to fuck my wife properly — in bed.”

Clearly, I’d awakened a beast.

“I think someone’s been naughty. You’ve been ignoring my needs — and yours,” he said.

Mitch flicked the towel at me, snapping it loudly and catching me on the thigh.

I jumped at the sharp sensation, feeling arousal shoot to my cunt.

“What was that for?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed — and failing.

“You shouldn’t let so much time pass without us fooling around.” With a snap of his wrist, he slapped my ass.

Heat burst where his palm had landed, and my pussy thrummed instantly, as if I hadn’t already come twice in a short amount of time.

He smacked me again, and I groaned, the sound betraying my longing.

“Don’t play all innocent on me now. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get naked and on our bed — ASAP.”

I was shocked by his new dominant attitude, but I also liked it — more than I was willing to admit out loud.

“Do you need more incentive?” he asked, a split second before slapping my ass one more time.

His stern hand spurred me into action. I sprinted down the hall to our bedroom, stripping off my clothes as I went.

“That’s my girl,” he called out as he followed close behind.

As I put one knee on the edge of the bed, his hands settled on my hips.

“Oh, that’s nice. What a view.” He smoothed his palm over my skin, making me shiver. “So sensitive.” Leaning closer to me, he fit his cock between my legs, letting me feel the length of him against my swollen sex. He bit the back of my shoulder. “So what am I supposed to do with such a naughty wife?”

My potential reply stuck in the back of my throat. Need and anticipation built within me. I had an idea of what he might have had in mind, but didn’t know with certainty the role he wanted me to play. We’d moved into uncharted territory.

“Maybe I should redden your ass.” He smacked his palm against my cheek, making me jump — more in shock than pain. Heat flared within me, my pussy was dripping with arousal.

“Spread your legs, and brace yourself,” he warned me.

Mitch retreated, and then the swats came in earnest, landing fast and hard. As soon as the heat ignited in one area, he moved to another. All the while, my pussy ached for attention. I wiggled my ass, hoping to get some friction to relieve my aching clit — but it was a no-go.

“Such a luscious booty,” Mitch mumbled as he rubbed his hand over my warm flesh.

He urged me fully onto the bed, and I lay on my stomach, ass to the ceiling amid the scattered throw pillows.

“No, on your back. I want to look into your eyes.”

I obeyed, and he snuggled up next to me, his body perfectly fitting against mine. Mitch cupped my breasts, twirling his tongue over my nipples. First one, and then the other.

My body sang from his attention, and I whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

“Why has it been so long since we did this?”

In my mind, I recited all the reasons, excuses and distractions life brought us.

“Because we’re stupid,” I muttered.

“Never again,” he vowed.

I reached between Mitch’s legs and rubbed his shaft. I circled his erection with my thumb and index finger and slid that snug ring up and down until he inhaled sharply and pre-come seeped from his tip. He pulled away slightly.

“Wicked woman. Look what you do to me.”

With one fluid movement, he settled between my legs and his hard cock entered me. Even though we’d already made love once, his dick stretched me in all the best ways. In unison, we built a familiar rhythm, and the heat between our bodies grew.

Our earlier orgasms had taken the edge off, allowing us to last longer and letting us luxuriate in our erotic moment. For some reason, our time apart brought a freshness that had been missing. Mitch lifted my legs and guided my ankles onto his shoulders, which allowed him to drive deeper into my pussy. The base of his prick rubbed me in all the right places, and his balls smacked my ass.

I braced one hand on his lower back and lifted my hips, meeting his every thrust. My core hummed, and an electric shock of pleasure spiked through my body.

“Fuck me. Don’t stop,” I begged.

He muttered dirty endearments as he pushed me closer to climax. Every word, every thrust increased my arousal. His cock seemed to swell even bigger inside me, and I squeezed my inner muscles around him, causing him to groan helplessly.

Right when I thought he was going to shoot, he pulled out and clamped his hand at the base of his dick, holding off his own orgasm.

“Not yet. I’m not finished with you yet.” He worked his body up the bed and over me until his cock was at my chest. He pressed his hands on the outside of my tits and started stroking his cock in and out of the tunnel of my flesh. Each time his cockhead popped out of the top of my compressed cleavage, I flicked my tongue over it and gave it a quick little suck.

We picked up the pace until he was fucking my breasts with abandon and nearly tapping my chin on each upstroke. At one point, I reached around and grabbed his ass, keeping him still and sucking hard on his dick. He moved a hand to the back of my head and pumped his hips, his throbbing cock bottoming out at the back of my throat.

He fucked my face until his shot his cream down my throat. As he finished, he released my head and pulled away. I went with him, pushing him onto his back and not losing contact. I lifted off, running my tongue along his shaft and flicking it over the sensitive tip.

“Stop. Stop,” he begged.

He jerked his hips involuntarily, and I pushed him a little further. He wanted to play dirty; I could do that, too. I cupped his balls, squeezing gently, and tongued his erection one last time. Goose bumps spread over his inner thighs.

Mitch’s head sank into the pillow, and I nestled myself in the crook of his arm. He kissed the top of my head, and a warmth spread through my heart.

“Maybe I should go away again, so when I come home, you can greet me all over again,” he joked.

“Better yet, why don’t you just stay home.”

I relaxed against his muscular body, enjoying the comfortable familiarity of his strong embrace. He was finally home again, and so was I.