Housewife Chronicles Volume 1 : Reignited (Erotic romance) (2 page)

“No.” He looked at me a little
confused. “Leave them and come to me.” He walked to the bed so that his knees
and shins were touching down the side of the mattress and bedframe. I scooted
to the edge in front of him and propped up on my knees. I put my hands on him to
steady myself and moved my body closer to his. My eyes were adjusting to the
light and I could make out more of his enticing, incredible body.  My hands were
lying on a dusting of dark hair on his chest. I ran the pad of my thumb down
between his pecs and back up to his chin. I hooked my finger underneath and
pulled his face to mine. Our lips only brushed at first, gently pressing
together, but soon began to move more hungrily. My lips parted and he slipped
his tongue inside, searching the walls of my mouth. I pulled his shoulders so
that his body was completely flush with mine, and wrapped my arms tight around
him. My tongue mingled with his, swirling and tasting one another. His hands traced
around my hips and cupped my ass, caressing and squeezing the hunk of flesh. I
could feel him grow against me, bulging against his zipper. I placed my hands
flat against his chest and pushed him back a little, making sure not to
separate our lips. I ran my palms down his tight, toned stomach and bumped
against the top of his jeans. I slipped the button free and the zipper began
creeping down on its own, being pushed down by the mass it was trying to
contain. I tugged it the rest of the way down, and hooked my thumbs in each
side of his boxers, and pulled them and his pants down in one smooth movement
past his thighs. He stepped out and kicked them behind him. And there he stood
before me, completely naked and aroused. I broke our kiss for a moment just to
look at him. His manhood stood straight, a long and thick throbbing muscle. It
was begging to be touched. I obliged. I grasped his tip and wrapped a fist
around him, with my fingers barely meeting. As I slowly moved my hand down his
shaft and back up, a clear glistening drop escaped him. I placed my thumb on it
and moved it in circles. I heard a slow “mmmm” rumble deep in his chest. I
leaned close to his ear and whispered “lie down on the bed.” He lay down beside
me on his back and reached for me. I just shook my head slowly, biting my lip.
I bent down and kissed his forehead, his nose, then his chin, and slowly began
working my way down. I stopped midway down his chest and moved to the left. I
gave a quick flick of my tongue to his nipple. I wasn’t sure if he would get
any pleasure out of it, I only knew that I loved it when he did this to me. But
when I heard the huff of breath escaping his lips, I knew that he was enjoying
it. So, I again flicked it, then pressed my tongue hard to him and moved over the
entire surface of his nipple. Another rumble came from his chest, and this time
I felt it through my tongue, and the vibration sent a thrill through me. I felt
a pressure building deep inside my stomach, and a wetness blossoming between my
thighs. I mimicked my actions on his right side, drawing another breath of
pleasure, and started moving my attention further down. A kiss above the navel,
then below, then on a close trimmed patch of coarse hair. This certainly wasn’t
the first time I had gone down on him, but I was determined to make this time
different – exciting, thrilling and memorable. I brushed my tongue across the
top of his cock, now wet with the juices it was having trouble containing.

“Mmm, I love the way you taste,” I
heard myself whisper. I never talked during sex. Until now. I could tell that
he liked it, by the way his breath hissed against his teeth. I was working my
tongue all over his tip now, lapping up every drop he lost. I closed my lips
around him and began bobbing my head up and down, slowly, keeping my tongue at
the tip, moving in circles. My left hand was propping my weight up on the bed,
and my right hand moved to the base of his shaft, and began pumping in rhythm
with my lips. I heard him moan and grasp the blanket in his fists. I loved
making him feel this way, knowing I was giving him so much pleasure. I shifted
all my weight on my knees so that I could move my left hand. I placed it on his
inner thigh and hesitated. I wanted to try something new. I didn’t know how he would
react, but he had said that he was up for anything. We were about to find out.
I continued the movement of my lips and hand, while the other slipped down around
his balls. I massaged them gently, knowing how sensitive they are. I lifted
them, felt their weight, and bounced them tenderly in my palm. “Oh yeah, baby.”
The words washed over me and gave me the courage to move on. My hand left his
balls and traveled….down. I spread his ass apart, took a deep breath and with
one quick movement placed my index finger pointing down on the knot of muscle.
I felt my heart slamming against my chest, but willed myself to keep going. I
began moving my finger in a “come closer” motion, starting at the bottom of his
opening and curling back up towards me. I couldn’t make myself look at him, but
was listening for any signs of protest. I didn’t hear any, but could make out
the surprise in his breathing. I wasn’t in a rush, and continued the movement
until I received an indication that he was ready for more. It came in a breath,
first deep, then holding. He was preparing himself, inviting me in. I removed
my lips from his sex to spit in my hand, wetting my fingers. That in itself
made me feel incredibly filthy, and I reveled in it. Besides, I was not about
to stop to grab lube from our drawer, for fear of either of us losing our
nerve. And I’m pretty sure he didn’t see me do it. Even if he did, I didn’t
care. I lowered my then slick fingers back to his opening and slowly pushed in,
just a fingertip at first. The thrill of being inside him buzzed through me. I
wanted more. I pushed in again, now past my second knuckle, and began slowly
working my finger in and out, twisting as I went. A loud breath escaped his lips,
followed by a long deep moan.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you,
baby?” I whispered, feeling braver now that I knew he was enjoying himself.

 “Yes. God yes, Shay. More.” His
answer came in gasps, and I indulged him. I thrust my finger in as far  as it
would go, and began pushing inside hard and fast, my other knuckles bumping up
against his ass cheeks. I was in him and all around him. My hand was pumping
his base and my mouth took in all of him it could, with the tip of his cock
brushing the back of my throat. I forced myself to peek up at him now. His head
was tipped up to the ceiling, his eyes and teeth clinched shut. His breathing
was ragged, his chest and stomach heaving. I gave him everything I had. My
hands were a blurred frenzy and I sucked his tip until my cheeks hollowed. His
hips began bucking into me, and I noticed fingernails being dug into my
shoulder, inciting a twinge of welcomed pain. I usually would never have taken
it this far. Normally, I would play with him and lick him a little, as a means
of foreplay. But seeing him like this, I couldn’t make myself stop. I wanted
him inside me, but I wanted more for him to ride the waves of pleasure as far
as they could take him. Suddenly I felt his ring of muscle tighten around my
finger, making it more difficult to move into him.

He said my name through gritted
teeth as he pushed his cock deep into my throat, and exploded inside. I felt a hot
gush burst into my mouth, tasting salty and divine. I swallowed everything he
gave me but didn’t stop my movements. I wanted to push him farther, wanted to
please him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. I heard him slap the mattress
beside me as he was grunting and cursing. It only made me go faster. Finally,
after an amount of time unclear to me, I felt him tap my shoulder desperately
and he was able to make out an “okay….okay…please.” I gave him one last slow
lick from base to tip as I withdrew my finger slowly from him, drawing out of
him a low raspy growl. I kissed his stomach then his chest then lips. I was
straddling him, looking into his eyes, heavy lidded and dreamy. “Shay, that
was…amazing. I…” I stifled him by crushing my lips to his. This was no time for
talking. I was so turned on by the things I had done to him I felt myself
dripping onto his stomach where I sat. He seemed to understand my urgency and
rolled me onto my back.

 I kissed him once, hard, and then
held in a deep breath, thrusting my breasts into him. He flashed a knowing
smile, then granted my silent request. As his hand pinched and rolled one of my
peaked nipples, his mouth roved the other. His licking and gentle nipping that
normally would’ve contented me just wasn’t enough. I pressed firmly on the back
of his head until most of my breast was in his mouth. He sucked hard while
squeezing and twisting the other. That did it. I felt a throbbing between my
thighs and wanted him there. I moved my hand to the top of his head and guided
him down. I knew if he even brushed my clit, it’d be over. So when his lips
were on my neatly trimmed mound, I got his attention with a finger to his
forehead, then pointed to my soaking wet opening. He always understands me,
without me ever having to say a word. His tongue delved inside me, and I felt
my eyes roll back. He slid in and out a few times, then replaced his tongue
with two fingers, deep inside. Then I felt another presence; his pinky had
drifted down to my asshole. I instinctively tried to close my legs together,
but remembering the pleasure I had given him this way, forced myself to relax.
He didn’t enter at first, only applying a firm pressure. Just as I was getting
comfortable with its position, I felt it begin to slide inside me. He didn’t
need to worry about any lubrication as my juices were flowing down over me and
onto the bed. His fingers all worked in unison, the two inside my pussy and his
pinky, now as far inside me as it would go.  This was different than anything I
had ever felt. I felt completely full of him. It was naughty and sordid and
delightful. My back arched and my legs trembled. This was almost too much.
Needing to feel sweet release, I pulled his head towards me so that his lips
grazed my sensitive nub. My breath caught at the contact, and took on a panting
pattern as he lapped at my clit. His fingers continued their quick rhythm and
every part of me was stimulated, tingling. In a matter of seconds I was pushed
over the edge. I let out a moan as I felt a wave of ecstasy wash through me. My
lower stomach burned wonderfully, and I felt my muscles clench, pulsing around
him. My knees were rising towards my chest on their own accord, and he moved
upward with them, not slowing or backing off. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed
him behind the ears and pulled him up towards my face. I felt all his fingers abandon
me at once, which made my whole body jolt. His body came to rest beside me on
the bed. I turned my head towards him, my breath still coming in deep huffs.
The only word I could think to speak was “Wow.” A huge smile spread across his
face and I couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I know! You shocked the hell out
of me at first. I didn’t know what to think.”

“But then you liked it, right?”
Like I had to ask.

“Oh yeah. Wasn’t it obvious? Come
here.” He wrapped his arm around me and I curled up close to him. “I like kinky
Shay.”

I laughed again. “Well good,
because she’s here to stay.” I kissed him on the cheek and laid my head on his
shoulder. “That really was incredible, though. Thanks for trusting me and being
so open to all of this. I love you.”

I couldn’t see him, but I knew he
was smiling. “I love you too, babe. And hey, I just can’t wait to see what’s
next!”

Neither could I. This first experience
had rocked my world, and I knew there was so much for us to discover together.
I had only had a taste of the wilder side, and I wanted more. I laid there for
a while and let my thoughts wander. I listened to his heartbeat slow, becoming
a lazy, heavy thump. I soon fell into the deepest sleep I had had in a very
long time.

I woke the following morning to a
loud “mama!” bellowing over the baby monitor. I sat up and yawned, noting
soreness in my jaws. I dressed in comfortable lounge clothes and pulled my hair
back into a messy ponytail. As I was leaving the room, I peeked back at Tyler,
sleeping peacefully. The kids never woke him up. He could sleep through
anything, really. That was a good thing since he had to sleep during the day
with two toddlers running around the house. That night would be his first of
the week to work, so he needed to sleep in as late as he could. I closed our
door and went to get the kids.

Our mornings were always the same,
and moved like clockwork. I got them up, dressed and fed. This may not sound
too exciting to most people, but it was exactly what I wanted to do with my
life. I had been a stay at home mom for a few months now. Before that I worked
several years in banking. I liked my job, and sometimes I miss it. Especially
the adult interaction. But, in my heart of hearts I always knew I wanted to
stay home with my kids. I had felt a little guilty when I originally told Tyler.
I knew that it would make our finances tighter, and that we would have to cut
back on spending and make some sacrifices. But, I also knew that my children
would only be young once, and I didn’t want to miss out on this time with them
for anything.  I was silly to have worried, though. When I told him I wanted to
stay home, he showed me nothing but understanding and support. He had said if
that’s what I wanted to do, then we would make it happen. He values my job as a
wife and mother. To soothe my worries about our budget, he picked up a second
job, filling in a few days per month at a local clinic, in addition to his full
time job at the hospital. His dedication to me and our family amazes me. Sometimes
I think he is too good to be true.

Sometime around noon he stumbled
into the living room where the boys and I were having a riveting conversation
about what noises animals make. He was greeted by excited squeals of “daddy!”
and soon had two little ones clamped to his legs.