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I love my husband, and I love my family. My husband and I have four kids. The oldest is eight,

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and the youngest is eight months. But it's hard. And you may think this is about me ranting about

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how I hate the way things are and that I need some time for myself. But it's not about that.

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It's just hard to get some quality time with my husband. Ever since Siri was born,

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we haven't found the time for sexy time. I love sex. I crave it almost all day and every day,

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which is also why I'm four kids into my eight-year marriage. But finding time to make love with my

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husband, or for him to fuck me, has been extremely difficult. Honestly, it gets harder with a new

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kid on the block too. But the real culprit might just be my third born, Johan. Johan is almost four,

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and he's like my tattoo. He's always around, like a shadow. I think it's my fault because

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I've coddled him ever since I began working remotely from home. I work part-time while my

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husband is the full-time mechanical engineer. While the others are at school, Johan is with me,

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and now the baby. I've decided on homeschooling him until primary school, but that has its

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consequences. Or maybe being my tag along is his personality, that he's just a mama's boy.

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Seth, the eldest, has always been the loner and gamer, while Bianca is daddy's girl.

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She's helping her father wash his car as we speak. Today is Saturday, so the entire family is home.

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I've just popped some cookies in the oven, thanks to my little helper, Johan,

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and Siri has just gone down for her afternoon nap in the playpen. Hey beautiful, it smells really

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nice in here. Johan enters the house and plants a big kiss on my neck before heading to the guest

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washroom. Bianca on the other hand scrunches her nose as if we gross her out and runs upstairs.

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I know I'm probably not going to see her until it's dinner time, but that's okay.

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She's been outside with her dad for a long time. Mommy, are the cookies finished? Johan

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impatiently tugs on my apron. Nohan, we've got to give it time. He leaves me and runs into the

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living room where his brother is playing a video game. Johan returns all washed up and smiles at me.

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I see Siri's finally asleep. Yeah. Mommy, Seth doesn't want me to play. Johan makes a face and

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proceeds to tug the controller from his brother. Stop, stop it Johan. Seth, let your brother play.

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But he doesn't know how to play. Then teach him. Johan begins fighting his brother for his controller

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again until Seth gives in. All right, one game. Two, I add. And if he wants to play more then let him.

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Seth ignores me and proceeds to show his brother how to play. And that is the cue. I toss a look

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at John and he gives me a smirk. My body goes into first gear just thinking about it.

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John and I take a quick glance at Siri's playpen. She's fast asleep. He takes off for the stairs.

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What we do from this point onwards has to be calculated. If the both of us leave at the same

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time, then Johan is going to get suspicious. I swear this child has a sixth sense. I quietly leave

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the living room and tiptoe up the steps. He's still pressing all the buttons on Seth's controller.

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I open our bedroom door and stifle my laugh with my hand. John is such a character. My husband is

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already shirtless and in his boxers with his hard cock in his hand. He might be sweaty from doing

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chores all afternoon, but time is against us. Besides, I like him smelling all manly. John has

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a light tan and he has the body of a guy who frequents the gym. Him keeping ridiculously sexy

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eight years into our marriage is an absolute turn on. I love a six pack in muscles and I can't help

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myself from drooling all over him. We have five minutes. I whisper, glancing at the wall clock.

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Done. I push the door close in the most quiet way possible and before I can turn around,

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John grabs me and shoves me on the bed on my stomach. I love it when he's rough. I love how

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he manhandles me. He's my Viking king. To tell the truth, my vagina is already wet from all this

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excitement and he's not even inside me. I get so riled up by these things. Just the fact that we

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are finally finding some time to fuck is a major turn on. John lifts my hips, propping me up into

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a doggie style and peels my leggings down to my knees. Oh God. Feeling him enter me like the way he

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just did is like buttering hot bread, smooth and goddamn perfect. John gets right to business and

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plunges in and out of me like a fucking porn star. His pace is fast and dangerously unforgiving.

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Sweet Jesus. This is heaven. How long has it been since I felt this man's girth inside me?

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I want to moan. I want to fucking call his name out loud, but Bianca is next door and the kids are

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downstairs. The sound of our skin slapping chaotically sounds so erotic that I want more.

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I want to climb on top of this man and ride his sweet cock like a fucking mechanical bull.

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But we don't have time. We never have time. John lets go a short low grunt and I know he's near

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the edge. Him plowing me at this fast rate is bound to make us come faster than it takes fried

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plantains to burn. He raises me so that my back is now against his chest. Fucking hell. Something

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about this position has me feeling like a bad bitch. A whoring slut. He slams into me, wrapping

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his huge hand around my throat. Yes. Fucking yes. His other hand reaches up and cups my mouth,

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drowning out my moans. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. I clench around his cock

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and he lets out a short breath. More like a gasping one. John tightens around my throat and

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that's when I feel him. That's when I feel him pulsing inside me. But he doesn't stop. He keeps

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a slow rhythm inside me, edging me, hitting my walls. I move with him, basking in this, basking

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on his throbbing cock. Mmm. John begins moving again, picking up speed. Yes. Oh yes. I moan. Again.

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Again. He pushes me back down on my stomach and plunges into me like a fucking beast.

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Mommy. Mommy. Shit. John hops off of me, quickly tucking his glistening cock back in his boxers.

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I bite my lip and stare at my sexiest fuck husband as he fights to put on his clothes.

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Kids. Yes. Yes, Johan. Mommy, the door is locked. Why is the door locked? I'm coming, sweetie.

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See, we can never catch a break. Story of our motherfucking life. On the bright side,

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we did get to slip one in. Shit. The cookies.