Housewife Chronicles Volume 1 : Reignited (Erotic romance)

by Marx, Jayda

  “Whatever you want babe. Do what you want with me.”

  I grabbed the bag a little quicker than I had intended, and heard a faint chuckle beside me. Fumbling with the packaging, I cursed and wished I had taken it off already, but I managed to get the ring free. I slid it around his cock and pushed it until it was as far back as it would go. The bumpy projection was pointed up for me, and I held on tightly to the remote. He moved above me again, but I stopped him with my unoccupied hand. “I want to be on top of you…is that okay?”

  He laughed again, incredulously, and rolled off of me onto his back. He patted his thighs and answered “climb up here, sexy.” I positioned myself so that all my weight was on my shins, elevated above him. I shifted my hips so that his tip was against my opening, and slowly lowered myself down. The tight fit reminded me just how big he was, and how long it had been. I held my breath and took all of him in. He completely filled me; stretched me to my limit. I lifted my weight back up onto my knees, then sunk back onto him. As he slicked with my juices, I was able to move more freely and quickly. I sat all my weight on him, then pushed the button on the remote.

  A shock hit me and in an instant passed through my entire anatomy. My body was electrified from this one point of contact. I sat up quickly to break from the intense vibrations. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but I resolved to keep going. I dropped again, this time knowing what to expect. It was much more comfortable that time around. I rose and fell a third time, and I was in love. It felt similar to his tongue’s flicker, but at an impossible pace. I sped my movements and fell into a brisk rhythm; a quick upsurge followed by a deep plunge, completely immersing him inside me. Tyler’s fingernails dug in to my thighs, bidding me on. I pushed the button again. The powerful current drove me crazy. I thrust myself upward and slammed into him with all my might, whimpering each time the pulsations crashed into my clit.

  “I love watching you ride my cock – love seeing those luscious titties bounce.” To say that sentence surprised me would be an understatement; I had never heard him speak to me like that. His words intoxicated me. My head spun, and the only thought I can clearly remember having is that I wanted to get everything I could out of that moment. I pushed the button to high, and an earthquake was released between us. Any rhythm I had was lost. Unable to hold myself up anymore, I pressed my stomach to his, planted my palms on either side of his head and wildly grinded my hips into him. Any breaths I could gather turned to shrieks of his name.

  Orgasm hit me abruptly and with the force of a thunderbolt. Lights burst behind my eyes. Screams filled my mind and my lungs. Every muscle contracted at once, abandoning their strength and leaving me a trembling but immobile mass on top of him. Immediately, I felt my pelvis being lifted by his. His feet were rooted to the bed and he was driving up into me at a frantic pace. His breathing quickened and sweat beaded on his skin. He buried himself deep inside me and came hard as he forced my name past clamped teeth. I felt his hot seed erupt into me, his cock throbbing against my walls. He lowered his hips and rested us on the bed. The only part of me I could move was my thumb, to switch off the still buzzing ring that was grazing my ultra-sensitive nub.

  We laid there in silence, slowing our breathing and holding one another. I wished I could just lay there with him, listening to his heartbeat and fall into a peaceful slumber. But, we needed to go get the kids and get on with the day, so we would need to force ourselves to move. I looked up at him and kissed his jaw. He wrapped his arms around me a little tighter.

  “Shay, that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  “It was really amazing. And you, you are just so sexy! The way you kissed my body all over…it was just...I don’t even know what to say…wow.” That seemed to be a word I was using more and more with him. He was making me feel things I didn’t even know how to describe. All I could do was embrace and enjoy them. I never thought when I talked to him the week before that things would get this incredible this quickly. It had only been a week? Wow.

  He kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad you liked it babe. I just want to make you feel good. Oh, and by the way, I loved my surprise.”

  “You and me both! We’ll have to keep that sucker close to the bed, just in case.”

  He laughed and rolled me so that I was lying beside him. He faced me and propped himself up on his elbow. “And by the way, I have a little surprise for you, too.”

  “Oh, honey. I don’t think I could handle any more right now. I don’t think my body would let me.”

  “No, not that,” he said, pushing me playfully on my shoulder. “Perv.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Whatever, you like it. Now what’s my surprise?”

  “Oh trust me, I wasn’t complaining. Anyways, last night on my lunch break I got online and reserved us a table for next Thursday at that romantic little fondue place you like up in Columbus.”

  “Are you serious? That’s awesome.” We hadn’t eaten there in years, and honestly I was surprised he even remembered. “But it’s like two hours away. I’ll have to make sure my mom doesn’t mind watching the boys that long.” We live in a small rural town in southern Ohio that doesn’t offer much in the way of entertainment. We have a couple decent places to eat, a Wal-Mart, and a run-down movie theater. It’s at least an hour’s drive in any direction to get anywhere…well, good.

  “Already taken care of. She’s actually going to have them all night since I booked us a hotel room up there, too.” The way I remember it, I didn’t squeal like a little girl. Okay, fine, I did. But just a little. “I know it’s not that far away and it’s only for one night, but I just really want some time alone with you.”

  “Thank you, babe. It’s perfect.” Truly it was. We hadn’t spent a night alone since our oldest son was born over three years ago; not even in our own house. And in those three years, this was actually the first time he had mentioned us taking some time for ourselves. I liked the effect this new, sexy lifestyle was having on him.

  Eventually we stood up on jelly legs and made our way to the bathroom to freshen up. He looked in the mirror and told me I had been “an animal” and messed up his hair. It actually looked much better than when I had first gotten home, but I kept that to myself. After we had cleaned up and dressed, we were off to get the kids.

  We spent a great afternoon together, taking them for an early dinner and then treated them to ice cream. It wasn’t anything special, but they were thrilled. We liked to get out of the house with them as much as possible. They really are good kids. They drive us absolutely crazy sometimes, as toddlers will, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. As we were driving home, they were having trouble keeping their droopy eyes open. After we arrived though, and they were bathed and in their pajamas, they came alive again. They tackled my husband in the living room and used him as their own personal jungle gym. I couldn’t help thinking as I watched them play how good he was with them. I’ve always thought that if you want to know the measure of a man, watch him with his children. And Tyler is the definition of a great dad. He teaches the boys and plays with them; offers them kindness and patience, and tough love when they need it. What’s more amazing is that his own father was in and out of his life growing up, then disappeared when he hit his teen years. He never even had a model to follow; it was just something that came natural to him. My heart melted at the thought of a dad not wanting to be in his child’s life – I didn’t know what the kids would ever do without Tyler. I didn’t know what I’d ever do without him, either. I think I fell a little more in love with him that day.

  He continued to let the boys climb, jump and roll on him until they just couldn’t go anymore. They lay down in the floor beside him, one under each of his arms. I turned the TV on with the volume low to relax them off to sleep. I sat on the couch staring at the precious sight; the three most important people in my life, all cuddled up to one another. Tyler looked up at me and smiled. “You know, this is one of my favorite things.”

  “They look awf
ully sweet all tuckered out down there.”

  “They’re not the only ones tuckered out,” he said with a yawn. “I’m gonna go lay them down, take a quick shower and hop in bed.”

  “Do you need any help getting them down?”

  “Nah, I got it,” he said as he stood up, scooping our littlest one up in his arms.

  “Okay, I’ll go ahead and lock up and I’ll be right behind you.”

  I locked the front door and heard the baby’s door shut. As I went through the house making sure all the lights were off, I heard the click of our oldest son’s door being pulled to. The last one I heard I knew was Tyler going into our bedroom, where our bathroom adjoined, to get in the shower. A revelation suddenly stuck me: we had never had sex in the shower. As soon as the idea had hit me, I wanted it. It was something completely new and I had to try it. I knew he was tired, but he surely wouldn’t object to a little lovin’, would he? The thought of him wet and naked was enough to make me want to find out.

  I snuck into the bathroom as quietly as I could and took off all my clothes. I peeled back the curtain and stepped lightly into the steamy cube, trying to surprise him. His eyes were closed, but I could tell he knew I was there from a subtle lift of his brow. He was effortlessly seductive standing there, with the hot water pouring over him and his cheeks slightly flushed.

  “Hey, sexy. I thought I’d come join you.” He didn’t acknowledge me. I realized he was playing a little game, making me work for his attention. I advanced towards him until we were toe to toe, and began running my hands over his chest and stomach. His expression didn’t change. Playing hard to get, are we? I leaned in closer and kissed his neck, water bouncing off of him and sprinkling my face. I then propped up on my tip toes to run my tongue along the length of his ear. He peeked down at me, barely parting his eyelids. When he saw me looking back at him, he slammed them shut again. Gotcha. I kissed a slow line from one shoulder to the other. He was still trying to pretend he didn’t notice me, but his body belied him. His fists were clenched and his manhood, though not fully erect, was pointing straight out towards me. Suddenly, I wasn’t interested in playing games anymore. I crouched down so that his pelvis was at eye level, and took his cock in my mouth. He was still somewhat soft and I was able to take him in to the hilt. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, my head meeting his lower stomach. His body lurched forward and he grabbed my shoulders for support. I sucked hard and moved my head in shallow bobs. I felt him harden within me, his magnitude pushing my mouth away from his body. I advanced again, not able to take in all of him, but as much as I could until his head was sweeping the back of my throat. I backed off until he was barely past my teeth, and then plunged back down. Again and again I moved my mouth over his length, until he was breathing fast and heavily. I wasn’t ready for this to be over, so I removed my lips from him, instead placing my tongue on his tip. I moved it about in tight circles, then fluttered it against him, barely making contact. “Oh, Shay.” He had finally spoken to me, and it made me want to give him more. I licked down his shaft to his ball sack. Uncharted territory. I ran my tongue all over it, then slipped one side in my mouth, sucking gently. A hushed “ooh” let me know I was doing something right. I moved to the other side, sucking it in and massaging it with my tongue.

  While I was enjoying pleasuring him like this, my legs were starting to ache from squatting. I stood up, giving him one last lick up his shaft, stomach, and chest. When I had stopped, he pulled me into a long, passionate kiss. The first, I realized, since I had gotten into the shower with him. He walked me backwards until I bumped into the wall. Our lips separated as he bowed, grabbed the back of my leg and stood again, wrapping it around his hip. He bent his knees a little so that he was closer to my height, and in one swift movement pushed himself deep into my pussy. I moaned and rose up onto my toes to take him even deeper. He completely filled me and then some. Within moments we found a rhythm and fell completely in sync. Each time he rolled his hips to thrust up into me, I tilted mine down onto him. His free hand found its way to my breast, and began rolling and pinching my nipple as we rocked together, hot water raining down on us. I tangled my fingers in his hair, warm and matted to the back of his head. I pulled him forward so that our foreheads touched, and forced our eyes to lock. “You feel so good. I love how your cock fills me up. Give me more. Faster.” A fire flickered in his gaze, and I could feel the heat radiating into me. His lips twisted into a feral grin. He removed his hand from my chest to brace himself against the wall behind me. I felt his grip tighten around my thigh as he began driving into me at a fervent pace. Our hips collided with each thrust, his cock piercing deep inside me. He arched his back a little and I lost control. The new angle had caused him to hit a spot within me that until that moment, I didn’t even know I had. My vision blurred and I let out a loud moan that echoed against the shower walls. He moved even quicker, then, and with his whole body so that his stomach and chest were slapping against me. A hot pressure ballooned within me, and left my body motionless, anticipating release. When climax hit, I couldn’t repress a scream. I dug my teeth into Tyler’s shoulder to muffle the noise. I felt him tense from the pain I undoubtedly caused him, but he didn’t slow his movements. I could tell by his breathing he was close, too. I raised my mouth to his ear and urged him on. “Come for me, baby. Come so hard for me.” That was all it took. He drove himself deep inside me one last time, shooting a steam of hot liquid against my furthest walls.

  He loomed above me, panting and wet from a mix of water and sweat. I dropped myself from my toes, which were white and sore from straining to hold myself up. He lowered my other leg back down to the floor as he withdrew from me, causing a thick white line to trickle down my thigh. We backed up into the stream of water, now lukewarm. We cleansed ourselves in silence, each of us too tired and satisfied to speak. When we finished, we climbed out, dried and readied ourselves for sleep. We settled into bed, him lying with his stomach to my back and his arm wrapped around my waist. He whispered “I love you” behind me, and I repeated the words as I squeezed his hand. A warm afterglow fell upon us, and eased us into much needed sleep.

  The following week passed more quickly than I had imagined it would. The weather was warming up, so the boys and I spent almost every day outside, running and playing. The morning of our overnight trip rolled around, and we had decided to get an early start so that we could have a full day together. Usually the boys would have still been asleep, but that morning they woke up early, it seemed, just to see us off. We gave them both hugs and kisses and assured them that we would be back the very next day, but they didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Their mamaw had come up to watch them, and she had their full attention. We walked out of the house, only receiving a half-hearted “bye-bye” from our oldest. I preferred it that way. I’d rather them be excited about spending time with her and not missing us than to be crying after us and making me feel guilty.

  We arrived in Columbus after a two hour drive filled with lively conversation and laughter. It felt nice being out on our own. We tried to have a date night about once a month, but that didn’t always work out. We spent the day eating a light lunch and shopping. We mainly bought presents for the boys, with a couple exceptions for ourselves. That late afternoon, we took a short drive to check in to our hotel and get ready for dinner. I was expecting a cheap chain motel, but I was wrong. He had booked us a Jacuzzi suite at a Hilton; he did good. One room was filled with a couch, dining table and a small kitchen. The other held the bed, two person tub and the entrance to the bathroom. I carried my overnight bag into the bathroom to change, and locked the door behind me.

  Obviously I didn’t care if he saw me changing clothes. I had bought a new dress to wear to dinner, and I wanted to surprise him. I dressed, touched up my hair and makeup, and stepped into my heels. I backed up to get a look at myself in the full length mirror on the door. The dress had a red short sleeved top and a black knee length pencil skirt. A thick black belt circled
my waist, cinching the material in to hug my curves in all the right places. My shoes were black, strappy, and 6 inches tall. I normally would never wear anything like them, but it was a special occasion and they made me feel good. My hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, revealing black teardrop earrings. I had added a little blush to bring out my cheekbones, and a pop of red lips. I studied my reflection in the mirror, and for the first time was able to see myself through my husband’s eyes. When I looked at my body that night, I didn’t see “plus size” or “mom curves”. Looking back at me was a sexy, vivacious woman who could satisfy her man, and keep him coming back for more. For the first time in a very long time, I looked at myself and smiled. I couldn’t wait to show Tyler. I stepped out of the bathroom towards him, and his eyes lit up.

  “Wow.” There was that word again. “You look incredible.”

  At that point I struck a pose (bottom out, shoulders back), but tried to keep a coyness to my voice. “Oh, do you like it?”

  “Are you kidding me? Look at you, Shay.” His eyes prowled my body. “Damn.”

  He looked amazing, as always. He was wearing my favorite ass-hugging jeans and a black button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up just under his elbow. He had shaved while I was changing, and I wanted to feel his smooth jaw under my lips. Or, you know, between my thighs. There was a palpable tension growing between us. I stepped closer to him and breathed in his scent, cool and crisp and masculine. I was mentally undressing him, and wanted nothing more in that moment than to make my thoughts a reality, push him back on the bed and ride him ‘til dawn. But, we had dinner reservations to make, after all.