I love my husband, and I love my family. My husband and I have four kids. The oldest is eight,
and the youngest is eight months. But it's hard. And you may think this is about me ranting about
how I hate the way things are and that I need some time for myself. But it's not about that.
It's just hard to get some quality time with my husband. Ever since Siri was born,
we haven't found the time for sexy time. I love sex. I crave it almost all day and every day,
which is also why I'm four kids into my eight-year marriage. But finding time to make love with my
husband, or for him to fuck me, has been extremely difficult. Honestly, it gets harder with a new
kid on the block too. But the real culprit might just be my third born, Johan. Johan is almost four,
and he's like my tattoo. He's always around, like a shadow. I think it's my fault because
I've coddled him ever since I began working remotely from home. I work part-time while my
husband is the full-time mechanical engineer. While the others are at school, Johan is with me,
and now the baby. I've decided on homeschooling him until primary school, but that has its
consequences. Or maybe being my tag along is his personality, that he's just a mama's boy.
Seth, the eldest, has always been the loner and gamer, while Bianca is daddy's girl.
She's helping her father wash his car as we speak. Today is Saturday, so the entire family is home.
I've just popped some cookies in the oven, thanks to my little helper, Johan,
and Siri has just gone down for her afternoon nap in the playpen. Hey beautiful, it smells really
nice in here. Johan enters the house and plants a big kiss on my neck before heading to the guest
washroom. Bianca on the other hand scrunches her nose as if we gross her out and runs upstairs.
I know I'm probably not going to see her until it's dinner time, but that's okay.
She's been outside with her dad for a long time. Mommy, are the cookies finished? Johan
impatiently tugs on my apron. Nohan, we've got to give it time. He leaves me and runs into the
living room where his brother is playing a video game. Johan returns all washed up and smiles at me.
I see Siri's finally asleep. Yeah. Mommy, Seth doesn't want me to play. Johan makes a face and
proceeds to tug the controller from his brother. Stop, stop it Johan. Seth, let your brother play.
But he doesn't know how to play. Then teach him. Johan begins fighting his brother for his controller
again until Seth gives in. All right, one game. Two, I add. And if he wants to play more then let him.
Seth ignores me and proceeds to show his brother how to play. And that is the cue. I toss a look
at John and he gives me a smirk. My body goes into first gear just thinking about it.
John and I take a quick glance at Siri's playpen. She's fast asleep. He takes off for the stairs.
What we do from this point onwards has to be calculated. If the both of us leave at the same
time, then Johan is going to get suspicious. I swear this child has a sixth sense. I quietly leave
the living room and tiptoe up the steps. He's still pressing all the buttons on Seth's controller.
I open our bedroom door and stifle my laugh with my hand. John is such a character. My husband is
already shirtless and in his boxers with his hard cock in his hand. He might be sweaty from doing
chores all afternoon, but time is against us. Besides, I like him smelling all manly. John has
a light tan and he has the body of a guy who frequents the gym. Him keeping ridiculously sexy
eight years into our marriage is an absolute turn on. I love a six pack in muscles and I can't help
myself from drooling all over him. We have five minutes. I whisper, glancing at the wall clock.
Done. I push the door close in the most quiet way possible and before I can turn around,
John grabs me and shoves me on the bed on my stomach. I love it when he's rough. I love how
he manhandles me. He's my Viking king. To tell the truth, my vagina is already wet from all this
excitement and he's not even inside me. I get so riled up by these things. Just the fact that we
are finally finding some time to fuck is a major turn on. John lifts my hips, propping me up into
a doggie style and peels my leggings down to my knees. Oh God. Feeling him enter me like the way he
just did is like buttering hot bread, smooth and goddamn perfect. John gets right to business and
plunges in and out of me like a fucking porn star. His pace is fast and dangerously unforgiving.
Sweet Jesus. This is heaven. How long has it been since I felt this man's girth inside me?
I want to moan. I want to fucking call his name out loud, but Bianca is next door and the kids are
downstairs. The sound of our skin slapping chaotically sounds so erotic that I want more.
I want to climb on top of this man and ride his sweet cock like a fucking mechanical bull.
But we don't have time. We never have time. John lets go a short low grunt and I know he's near
the edge. Him plowing me at this fast rate is bound to make us come faster than it takes fried
plantains to burn. He raises me so that my back is now against his chest. Fucking hell. Something
about this position has me feeling like a bad bitch. A whoring slut. He slams into me, wrapping
his huge hand around my throat. Yes. Fucking yes. His other hand reaches up and cups my mouth,
drowning out my moans. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. I clench around his cock
and he lets out a short breath. More like a gasping one. John tightens around my throat and
that's when I feel him. That's when I feel him pulsing inside me. But he doesn't stop. He keeps
a slow rhythm inside me, edging me, hitting my walls. I move with him, basking in this, basking
on his throbbing cock. Mmm. John begins moving again, picking up speed. Yes. Oh yes. I moan. Again.
Again. He pushes me back down on my stomach and plunges into me like a fucking beast.
Mommy. Mommy. Shit. John hops off of me, quickly tucking his glistening cock back in his boxers.
I bite my lip and stare at my sexiest fuck husband as he fights to put on his clothes.
Kids. Yes. Yes, Johan. Mommy, the door is locked. Why is the door locked? I'm coming, sweetie.
See, we can never catch a break. Story of our motherfucking life. On the bright side,
we did get to slip one in. Shit. The cookies.