“You are so fucking sexy.”
“What’s going on here?” My husband says as he opens the patio door and steps outside. My face must be beet red right now. I get up and walk towards my husband; naked, with my cum dripping down one of my legs. “Hi honey, you’re home early…” His eyes keep shifting back and forth between looking at me standing there naked in front of him, and the UPS man still holding my vibrator with a flushed look on his face. I don’t even know the man’s name. My husband begins to speak and looks down at the ground. “Is it something I did?”, he asks me. “No! Of course not, honey!” I quickly reply. “You’re perfect and I love you so much, it’s just that… I get so lonely sometimes and we rarely ever get physically intimate anymore… I thought I was the one doing something wrong in the relationship.” My husband looks up at me with sad eyes. I thought he would be more angry than sad.
Sundays are supposed to be lazy, but I always have so many things to do. This morning I woke up earlier than usual, and naturally, I was horny as fuck… but I needed to focus. My math exam is only a few days away and I have no choice but to study today. I got up and stretched my arms and a soft moan escaped my lips. “Wow”, I thought to myself, “That was super hot.” Do you ever get turned on by yourself? I think everyone should experience that, it’s a beautiful concept. One of the things I love most about myself is that I don’t need anyone else to have great sex, and it makes me feel so powerful as an individual.
“Goodbye, honey!” I say to my husband as he heads off to work, “...have a good day!” He peels out of the driveway and off down the street. Once his Porche is no longer in sight, I close the front door. I love my husband, but sometimes he bores me to death. We used to have such a great connection and a passionate relationship: sex two, sometimes three times a day after we first got married. Now it’s been a few years, and our relationship has fizzled out. Although, I really shouldn’t complain about my life. I have the kind of life that every cookie-cutter young woman aspires to have. We may not have any children, but my husband is the CFO of a large, successful company. We live in a quiet gated community. I’d call myself a housewife, but I’ve hired a housekeeper to do the cleaning and a cook to make our meals. I’m a trophy wife, really. All I have to do is keep up my appearance and socialize with the wives of my husband’s business partners every once in a while.