Stressful Day, Nightly Reward

Have you ever had such a bad day at work you’ve the certainty you were a prisoner between bars? Or like a lion in a zoo, waiting to be fed for the day? One day I was feeling so fed up with everything, with my boss, with my coworkers, with my papers, even the office supplies irked me. I was fuming at everything and anything. I knew I was acting like a complete douche, taking it out everything that crossed my path, I needed to calm down but I didn’t even knew how. I just wanted to go home and space out in front of the TV.

When I got home later that day, I was so consumed by stress I didn’t even consider talking to my partner. It was just past midnight. I intended to go to sleep right away since the day had been long and tiresome. I just wanted some sleep and forget the bad day at the office, I didn’t expect anything else. However, when I opened the door to our room I had to stop on my tracks and see what was in front of me.

Usually, my wife doesn’t stay up so late at night. Usually she’d be asleep by now, but that wasn’t the case that night. I just stood by the door as I heard her sigh and moan lightly in pleasure she was giving to herself. Laying with her face down to the mattress and ass in the air, I watched her press her fingers on top of her panties that were already showing stains of wetness.

I felt my cock stirring in my pants; my hands were clammy and sweaty. I had forgotten how beautiful she was when she did this to herself. She didn’t need me, but she chose me nonetheless.

I asked her, “what are you doing”, just when she moaned a little bit higher. She was expecting this, she wanted me to see. She told me so, “Sit on the armchair, but don’t touch me, just watch”, between harsh breaths and heavy sight.

So I did. I sat, nervous to watch something I should be used to for the years we’d been together.

Her hair disarrayed splayed over the bed, long and dark, it looked so beautiful, like an ink spill on the white duvet, the back of her neck exposed splotched with flush and sweat. How long had she been touching herself? “Marcus” she sighed as she watched me, and I placed a hand over my crotch palming myself. Her back arched like a cat, it was so tempting, I wanted to swivel my tongue on her spine till her ass, so pretty and perky in those little pink panties.

She moved her fingers in circular motion, sometimes slowly sometimes fast. I sighed. She then stopped for a second and took off her panties and left them mid thigh, exposing her wet pussy to me, flush and juicy. I felt like I was being liberated from all the stress in the world. “Marcus, look at me” she told me as she slid her middle finger inside, the sight so delicious I salivated. She started slowly fucking herself with her finger and I unbuttoned my pants as I admired her. I undid my zip and palmed my erection over my briefs, taking it as slow as my wife, taking the moment in, appreciating it like a gift.

She moaned louder when she watched me touch my dick, looking at me with hungry eyes, now we were playing the same game. She teased me with this show, and now I got to tease her with a show of my own. I sat with my legs spread wider, stroking myself so that my erection was more apparent in my briefs, precome stains at the head making prove of my excitement. She then retreated her hand to lick two fingers, slobbered with saliva that she inserted once again in her pussy, this time more eager and faster, she moaned and moaned, and I sighed, too excited for words. I grabbed my cock, as I couldn’t resist any longer, feeling the skin and started pumping up and down.

We had a concert in this room, so many raw sounds of wetness, skin and the release of our voices in pleasure. The buildup was so slow I felt like I was in another dimension, or underwater. It was suffocating but I didn’t mind, I needed this and I wasn’t even aware of it until now. The sounds of her mouth and her pussy were making me crazy. Crazier. I begged her, “please let me touch you, babe, let me put it in you”, and she was going fast, the juice of her pussy glistening in the low lamplights of our room. She shuddered and spread her legs wider, inviting me without saying a word.

I stood up and let my pants and briefs fall to the floor, and then I walked over to the bed with one knee on top to support my weight. I held my breath unconsciously while I held my cock near her entrance, and released the air when I felt the head pressing over her wet clit. I was using my head like a brush, painting with our fluids over her slit as she said my name and mumbled gibberish. It was so good. I put it in in one go, deep as I held her hips.

“I’m going fast tonight”, I told her, not resisting anymore. She shuddered again and said, “yes” with a gasp. So I pushed, rammed and went in and out fast and hard, grunting and holding her in place. She was so warm and tight I felt delirious. This night was different and I didn’t even know. She moaned so loud I knew the next day we were going to receive complaints from the neighbors but I didn’t give one single fuck. I did give a good fuck though.

“Turn around” I told her, so I could see her face and her body. She did and spread her legs wide, her face, neck and chest flushed red. I lay on top of her as I start fucking her again, this time I suck and bite on her tits, making her twist and squirm. I loved leaving marks on her body, evidence that we did this; that we gave our bodies to each other consummating our love for years and years, and no one else got to be in the way. She sighed and said, “You are so good to me”, encouraging me like I always liked, like I always need. I moaned around her right nipple, ramming hard into her as she grabbed and pulled my hair. She was tightening, announcing she was about to come. So I slowed down, changing the rhythm to long and deep bursts, slamming at the deepest of her. I held her ankles up in the air, bending her like that. She held the sheets for dear life, so happy and blissed. She was so sweet like that.

Through all the hours of the day I had been working so hard, so consumed by the stress and I didn’t even consider talking to her about this, She must have seen it on my face when I got home. I don’t know but I feel like I should’ve been more open about my feelings, hopefully that way this reward would be more frequent. This exchange of sexual energy that made us one. Simple. No need for thinking, just consuming each other like mad. Only with her could I reach Nirvana. I was in debt with her and I was happy to serve.

I felt her tighten as she closed her eyes, feeling her orgasm on her walls. I pull out and go straight to her pussy to eat her out, not letting her rest, as I used my hand to press at the base impeding my release. She was so sensitive, squirming and caressing my hair. Her taste. Her shape. I loved her dearly. I reached lower to mouth at her asshole too. Every part of her was important to me. She asked me to stop, to come on her tits. I kneeled in front of her and pumped myself fast and harsh as she handled my balls, her eyes expectant and her mouth panting, waiting. I grunted as I felt my balls retract as my spunk landed on her chest. Beautiful. Mine.

After that I thanked her as we made out for a while. She told me to trust her with my problems at work, “That’s why we are married, to lean on each other when we need to”. She was right. She let me sleep with my face on her chest. That night I was liberated from something so stupid and mundane as office stress, but I felt such relief I just had to share it.