Thank God it was finally Friday. It had been a stressful three weeks, and I was ready for my first full weekend of rest in almost a month.

I slipped away from the office a little early, going home to soak in a warm bath with a glass of wine. I was excited knowing my husband Brandon would be home around five, and I knew it would be a wonderful, passionate night. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening. My man was home early!

I’d just finished shaving my legs when he stuck his head around the door to say hello. I stood up, naked and dripping wet, and walked over to him. Then I pressed my wet body to his, getting his clothing all wet as we embraced. A shiver went through my body as the cool air from the air-conditioner struck me as he carried me from the tub over to the bed, dripping wet. I scrambled underneath the covers to watch my love undress and felt a surge of heat shoot through my loins when I saw his throbbing cock standing at full attention.

His warm body felt so good when he joined me, and a feeling of contentment washed over me. We’ve literally made love thousands of times, but our lovemaking is never routine or boring. He kissed and caressed me while whispering sweet nothings in my ear, then slipped his hand down in between my legs so he could see how buttered-up my pussy was.

He groaned, saying, “Oh my God, baby, I’ve got to have a taste of that sweet thing!”

I certainly didn’t object to having him do that, and I spread my legs and lifted them high, inviting his talented tongue to lick me. I’ve had numerous men munch on my cookie, but nobody’s ever done it as well as my husband. He gives the best head in the world. He knows exactly what I like and just how much stimulation I can take without becoming over-sensitive. He decided to be a tease this time and backed off every time I started to come, driving me crazy with the need to get off. I knew relief was finally on the way when I felt him planting hot kisses on my taut tummy as he moved up to mount me and slip his cock up my hot, slippery cunt.

We moved in unison instinctually, knowing the perfect way to execute the act of intercourse with one another and get the most pleasure out of it. Not too surprisingly, I came quickly, gushing joy juice all over both of us and making it very wet down there. All that wetness caused our bodies to make some rather lewd sounds as we continued to hump each other frantically. I was surprised Brandon held out as long as he did, fucking me for close to 15 minutes before drenching my inner walls with his warm semen. Feeling this got me ready to come one more time, and we clung to one another until we were completely spent.

We’d been invited to a dinner party at our friends’ that evening, but I suggested we just stay home for a change. It didn’t take much convincing, and we were soon wrapped in our robes and headed back downstairs for some dinner.

We’d just reached the bottom of the stairs when he turned to look me in the eyes and said, “I don’t want to eat right now, and I don’t think you really want to, do you?”

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me to him until our lips met for a long, passion-filled kiss. By the time our lips parted, he had his hands under my robe and was squeezing my ass cheeks. We sank to the floor right there at the foot of the stairs, and I made no protest when he pulled my robe open. A moment later, his cock probed my folds, easily finding my entrance, and slid into the warm, slippery sheath of my cunt. He fucked me with long, slow strokes, pulling out until only the swollen head remained lodged inside me, then reentering until my anus kissed his balls over and over. Brandon held out for a few more minutes till he groaned, and then his cock erupted, sending spurt after spurt of potent semen deep inside my womb. It seemed like his strength also went out the end of his dick, leaving him temporarily unable to move, and he collapsed on top of me.

“Damn, you have a tight pussy!” he said, then asked, “doesn’t your husband ever fuck you?”

I laughed, since it had been days since we’d last been home together and actually had the energy to screw. Deciding to joke back, I said, “Of course he fucks me. In fact, you just got his sloppy seconds.”

Those words put new life in his cock, and it surged back to life in just a few seconds. Then he fucked me again real fast, coming in just about a minute. By that time, I’d had enough of being on the floor, but I didn’t want to wait to get all the way upstairs to our bedroom, so I took him to the downstairs guest room. There, we quickly shed our robes and fucked each other furiously until there was no life left in his cock.

My husband was insatiable. I love my husband and my life.

H.J., Newark, New Jersey