early-60s-wife!reader freaky over husband. Walk with me
nasty alert those who don't like look away . || explicit mention/description of intimacy possible breeding kink if you're into that
You realize quite early in married life that, compared to the horror stories you're told by older political wives, your sex life is actually good.
It's not a surprise when you come to that conclusion, pinning your hair into place early in the morning. There's that pleasant afterglow still radiating from you, last night removing every drop of stress from you, among other things.
Teddy already left the house, off to work. A pretty face and broad shoulders in his suit, letting him leave home was often difficult. Unfair, you'd reason, trying to discreetly pull his belt apart.
He leaves you breathless. This is more than some of your senior friends can say. They take a glass or two of good wine to loosen up, but once they tattle on their husband's inability to please, they accept another glass as encouragement.
Hardly finishing. Having to think about materialistic gains to lust for their spouse. Staring at ceilings and walls. Yet, they warned you with it. In case he wasn't carrying his weight in bed, you were educated enough to not offend him.
Satisfaction sits heavily inside of you.
You didn't have that issue. You had more of an issue convincing yourself to wake up, than get it up.
Teddy knew his way around pleasure, despite every flaw you may or may not know about. You acknowledge that to yourself while admiring a framed photo across the room.
How to move, where to touch. How to have you biting at the pillow or his collarbone, your hands grasping, thighs tightening around him.
Maybe that was his best attribute.
It certainly helped you thrive, something Ethel or Jackie occasionally noted—teased. Jackie could spot it and lightly poke at you over it. Ethel would implicate you two adding a new child to your own family.
Which could happen. It could always, the way Teddy never pulls out. Grinds in deeper if it's possible, pulling hitched noises from you every time. His hands hold onto your hips, palms hot against your skin. His cock filling you up to the unbearable, euphoric limit.
The other issue those ladies mentioned. Insufficient sizing. Another issue you absolutely did not encounter.
Teddy's breath heavy into your hair, your face half buried in his warm, broad torso. His shoulders framing your vision, and your nose nudging into his chest hair. Your form between the soft, plush bed, and your husband's toned frame blanketing yours.
Like that, you can feel his heartbeat. You feel him heavy and whole against your body, all skin and sweat, and he's all yours to touch and take and grab with your hands.
He's a large man. You've known that since you first met him.
But, while you begin to unwrap your robe and get your clothing on, you find yourself enjoying the little aches Teddy left behind.
It was a surprise you weren't like Ethel. The way Teddy fucked you, you should've been. Maybe he wanted you to be.
You'd get your fill of him again as soon as he walked through the front door.
Married life wasn't so bad that way, in fact.
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actually wrote this with excitement . my favorite man of the month i desire him . big ooc or no
