Red Hot Letters to My Husband (4 page)

“Yes,” I shrieked.  “I’m going to go up in flames.  Fuck me, Tom, before I die.”

He smiled in triumph then plunged his cock inside.

“Yes,” I screamed in relief. 
The initial stretch of his entry was divine and when he was fully seated m
y pussy pulsed around his cock in welcome.

I yanked at my hands, wanting to grab his ass and slam him deep inside me. 

Tom stilled and watched my writhing struggles with amusement.

“Are you hot and bothered?”

“Yes.  Fuck me harder.”

“Fuck me harder, what?” he teased.

“Fuck me harder, please,” I growled back at him.  Tom was pretty good at this control stuff.

Tom plunged in deeper and I arched my back in pleasure.

Reaching over, Tom picked up the candle again.

A hot drop hit my nipple.

As my womb clenched, Tom slammed inside me again.

“Do it again.”

Another drop on my nipple.  As my pussy pulsed in reaction, Tom drove his cock deep.

“Yes, yes.”

Drop.  Slam.  Drop.  Slam.

I screamed as my body clenched around him as I went up in flames.

Tom slammed himself home one final time and arched his back in ecstasy as his cock pulsed deep inside me.  Breathing hard, he reached over and placed the candle down.

Tom withdrew and gave me a cocky grin.  “Was that hot enough for you?”

“I think we nearly set the place on fire.”

Tom gave a satisfied smile before he rolled off the bed and went to the ensuite.

He came back and started to tenderly clean me up with a wash cloth.  “Are you okay?”

I nodded.  “That was pretty intense.  I’d have to rate that in my top ten orgasms.  Now, I can barely move.”

Tom leaned over and gave me a soft kiss.  “You don’t have to move.  I’ll take care of you.”

I felt totally cherished.  These monthly Friday sessions were definitely working.  I just wished they would spill over into the rest of the month. 
Even though
the letters focused on sex, this was also about connection and intimacy in general.
 

Unfortunately, Tom was still distant most of the time.  Aside from pleasantries, he barely spoke to me during the week.  And sex was just a quick interlude to let off steam.  Which was fine some of the time.  However, an intense session once a week or even once a fortnight would be good. 
Maybe w
e could call it Payday Sex.  Instead of
going out for a drink like we ha
d when we were young we could celebrate payday with a bottle of wine and some outstanding sex.

Tom finished washing me off, lay down and scooped me up against him.  “I feel pretty boneless myself.  Watching you respond like that was totally erotic.”

I smiled and raised his hand to my mouth for a kiss.  “I was worried you might think it was a bit kinky.”

“Anything I do with you is good.  I was just worried I was going to hurt you but you were so fucking hot for
it I knew it was fine
.”

I
had kno
w
n
he would be hesitant at first but he’d certainly responded to my challenge.

“It was surprisingly good.  I experimented a bit beforehand to pick the right candles but it was nothing like compared to when you did it.  Sex is always better with you.”

Tom chuckled.  “Glad to hear it.  I’d hate to become redundant.”

I twisted to look at him.  “Never.  I love it when you touch me.  I love it when you come inside me.
  I love it when you look at me with that intense look in your eyes as though nothing else exists.
”

“And I love having you writhe beneath me and scream out your pleasure.”

We shared a kiss before we relaxed again.

“So how’s work?”

“Rhonda’s still being a pain in the ass.  Little things go missing and I need to monitor everything she does.”

“Why don’t you say something to her?”

“They’re so petty and I never see her actually do anything.  If I say something, she’ll probably claim I’m trying to get back at her for her complaint to Corporate.  Besides, I just found out she’s been through a tough divorce so I’m trying to cut her some slack.”

“That’s sad.  Trish was a big mess after her divorce.  It’s nice you’re trying to be understanding.  How’s the new boss going?”

“Trying to learn the ropes.  My workload has increased with all the briefs he requests.  In between
Greg
and Rhonda, it’s making work very difficult.”

No wonder he was so distracted when he came home every day.  Tom had even been going into work on Saturdays lately.  I’d started to worry about all the time he was spending away from home but now I could understand it.  I just hoped things would settle down with time.

“I’ve found a few dead mice around the driveway.  There was even one on the hood of my car.”  It had been a rather bizarre place to find one.  “Did you put rat poison out?”  If he had, I’d prefer to know where it was so I could warn the boys.

“No.  Maybe they’ve come from next door.  I’ll look around for signs of them in case we need to get some poison ourselves.  How was your day?”

“Pretty good.  I had a breakthrough with one of my patients which is always rewarding.”  I talked about my work for a while before my stomach rumbled and reminded me we had yet to eat dinner.

“How did Friday night go?” Megan asked the following Monday.

“Fantastic.  Tom’s always totally focussed on making the letter reality.  His focus is one of the things I love about him.”  I took a sip of my chai latte, letting the rich, spicy taste warm my tongue before I swallowed.  “Unfortunately, the rest of the time we’re just having maintenance sex.”

“Maintenance sex?” Trish raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.  I saw the term in a magazine.  It’s
sex to let off
steam.  Like a morning quickie.”

“That’s nice every now and then,” Megan said.

“Not all the time.  Mind you, I understand why he’s so distracted lately.  His E
xecutive
A
ssistant
is a total bitch and his new boss is incompetent so he’s under a lot of pressure.”

Megan and Trish commiserated.

“You’re looking great.”  Trish changed the subject to something brighter.

“Thanks.  I’ve lost a few kilos and toned up a bit.  I’ve been taking it pretty slow with lots of walking breaks
.  I’m a bit older now so I don’t want to get an injury.  I’ve certainly treated enough patients where people have gone back to exercise and done too much too soon.  However,
this week I
think I’m ready to
try to run the whole time.”

“Michael’s really benefiting.  He actually asked Chris to go down to the park with him the other day.  His energy levels seem to have gone up.”

“I know how he feels.  I’ve been feeling more energised myself.  It’s had another benefit too.  Marc actually spoke to me during one of our walking breaks.”

Megan and Trish’s eyes opened wide.  Marc was notorious for his silences and monosyllabic answers to questions.

“Well keep up the good work.”  Megan raised her cup to me in
a
toast before she took another sip.

It was good to have the encouragement of my two best friends.  The boys certainly didn’t provide any.

“Keep going,” I yelled at the boys later that day as we ran.  Marc had dropped down into a walk and the other two had followed him.

“It’s time for a break,” Marc gasped.  He was a bit overweight and struggled the most when it came to running.

I jogged backwards
and gave him the evil eye
.  “Move it buster.”

“You’ve turned into a bloody drill sergeant,” Marc exclaimed, stumbling into a jog. 

“You’ll drop and give me twenty if you swear again.”

Marc rolled his eyes.  Wisely, he kept his mouth shut.

Liking the drill sergeant analogy, I bellowed out a refrain.  “We’re gonna run and get real fit.  Wear nice clothes and show our kit.”

The three boys stopped dead.

“That is just too embarrassing,” Marc proclaimed.

I had thought it was rather good.

“If you do that again I’m not going to run another step.”  Sean looked totally disgusted.

“If you do that again, I’m going to put a for sale sign around your neck,” Marc added.

Michael was a bit more restrained but backed my sons with a nod.

“Sorry.  I got a bit carried away.  No more singing, I promise.”

Relieved, the boys started up again.  Silently, I thanked them for the mini break.  Running straight out for twenty minutes was harder than I’d thought.

Five minutes down the track, Marc was crying out for a break, his steps slowing down.

“Are you going to let a forty two year old woman put you to shame?” I gasped.   It was hard to motivate myself, let alone three unenthusiastic boys.  If they protested too much, I would gratefully give in.  Trying to bear up, I made up a song but wisely sung it silently. 
Sex is good and so is my body.  Keep on going, don’t be shoddy.
 

Marc groaned and staggered on.  I probably didn’t look much better.  I was panting like a bellows and my face felt like it was about to explode.

We came to the home stretch.  “Cool down.” 

Everyone gratefully dropped to a walk.
  Now I only had the tummy and butt exercises to go.  I sang my new song to myself again to keep my spirits up.

Chapter Five

Ode to your Cock

I felt fabulous.  The exercise regime was really coming along.  I’d even added a few weights to my program to tone up even more.  The boys were looking good too.  Marc was looking fit and more confident as was Sean who was usually really shy. 
T
he other day he told me how he’d joined in a soccer game at school.  Something he normally wouldn’t do.

I settled down to my computer to write my next letter.  It was hard to go into this cold turkey so I let my mind drift to our last interlude with the candles.  I shivered in response and felt my nipples tighten as I remembered Tom dropping hot wax onto my breasts.  I also remembered telling him how much better it felt when he did it compared to when I did it by myself.  The memory sparked my imagination.  I left my chair, went into the bedroom and got a prop before I returned to the computer.

Dear Tom

Do you remember how I told you sex is always better with you compared to touching myself?  I’m thinking about that now.  How you surround me with your heat and strength when you’re on top of me.  How you fill me with your hard, hot cock and drive into me until I come apart in your arms.

I’ve got a dildo in my hands right now.  It’s that realistic looking one you bought last year.  It’s skin toned and even has a vein running down the length
of it
but it’s cold and hard and doesn’t pulse with desire.
  It doesn’t look at me with smoky grey eyes or kiss me with firm lips and a hot tongue.

When you come home tonight, I’m going to drop your pants and kneel before you.  I’ll take your cock in my hands and gently stroke it while I look at it and see just how gorgeous it is compared to this dildo which pales in comparison.  When I’ve looked my fill, I’m going to lick along the length of your cock before I take the head into my mouth.  I’ll swirl my tongue around the top and your cock will pulse in response.  I love it when your cock does that.  Just thinking about it makes me wet.

“Spread your legs,” I’ll command.

Gently, I’ll cup your balls and let one finger press just behind
them
to increase your pleasure.  I’ll suck on your hard but silky cock until you’re trembling and ready to come.  Then I’ll get on the bed and lay on my back.

“I want your cock inside me now,” I’ll command.

I want you to kneel between my legs and tell me what you see as you slowly push inside me.  Slide into me slow and easy and flick my clit until I’m writhing with desire.

“Please,” I’ll gasp.

“Please what?” you’ll tease.

“Fuck me hard.” 

Lower yourself and gather me tight in your arms.  Let me feel your power as you drive inside me.  Bite me on the neck and suck hard until I cry out my pleasure as I come, milking your cock as it throbs inside me with your own release.

No dildo can match that!

Love Sherry.

On Friday, I arrived home after lunch, looking forward to the pampering session I always gave myself before Tom came home.  I juggled some bags of shopping while I inserted the key in the lock.  The key bounced back.  Frowning, I focused on the keyhole to make sure I was more accurate this time.  The key wouldn’t even go in the opening.