Sensual Seduction (Hot)

I could hear heavy breathing and grunting in the room. I was lying face down, offering myself to my husband as he had his way with me. When a husband and wife make love, it's supposed to be enjoyable for both, but it never felt that way for me.

I turned my head to look at the clock on the bedside table, trying to think about something other than what was happening. I had started counting the time when we started having sex, and I only had a few more seconds before he would finish. I went to stretch one of my arms because it was beginning to cramp, but he grabbed onto it. As he pulled my arm behind my back, I held back a grimace. Mistaking me for wanting to grab onto the sheets.

"You feel so good," he moaned while his thrusts began to speed up. I didn't reply, as there would be no point. Although if I had, he wouldn't have cared to hear. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my body. Maybe if I focused enough on how my nipples brushed against the sheets with every sway of my heavy breasts, I'd be turned on. Or perhaps the feel of my husband's touch on my hips should have been enough. But for the life of me, no matter how hard I tried, I could not get turned on. There was no fire to our lovemaking-just dullness.

"F-fuck," he stuttered, and his hips lost rhythm as he chased his high. He let go of my arms, choosing instead to grip my hips harshly. Thrusting into me anomalistically, I could hear his balls slapping against my lower lips. I cried out under his bruising grip and thrusts, trying to wiggle away. Stupid mistake, seeing as he gripped me harder, to which I had no choice but to take it. My ass jiggled beneath him as he continued his lovemaking. "I'm gonna-" His hips stuttered, and I felt him pour himself inside me. The feel of his seed inside me caused my clitoral area to twitch, but then settled back to normal. He leaned his body over mine, nearly squishing my body into the mattress. He thrust quite a few times, making sure he filled me with everything he had.

The room remained silent except for his heavy breathing and the squelching noises of my pussycat taking his dick. After moving inside me a few more times to make sure I took his seed, he started kissing my back. I murmured intangible words as I continued to breathe slowly. I'm quite ashamed of myself to say that I lead my husband on occasionally. I often fake having had an orgasm I haven't felt in what feels like years. So when it comes to the end of our lovemaking, I moan as if I am coming down from my own high. Although his kisses are the sweetest and make me feel warm inside, they don't stir my lady bits.

"I love you," He whispers against my back before he pulls out of me with a 'plop' sound. He turns my body around to face him to admire me as I admire him. I watch his dark forearm reach between us to grab his cock. He strokes it a few times before taking a few dips in my pussy full of his cum. I glance at his dark, full lips before taking my hand to stroke his buzzed hair lovingly. As he lathers his dick, I stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

"I love you, too," I tell him sincerely, although the sex isn't great. My husband and I are very much in love. He knows I'd do anything for him. There's a short bit of silence before he sits up, and I have a full-eye view of his dick. Covered in both of our juices, the tip of his cock glistens in the moonlight. As he lazily strokes himself in one hand, he uses the other to grab my hair full of short, black locs. His grip isn't bruising as he uses my hair to guide my face closer towards him. I take a quick glance at the clock before starting a countdown and closing my eyes. Opening my mouth, I take in his length and let my husband use me once more.

The Next Day

I wave goodbye to him inside our home through the window as he leaves for work. He didn't wave back, which I could understand because he was nearly late. I kept getting tired of reminding him to have his clothes ready the night before, but he never listens. After seeing him get in the car and drive off, I sigh and go into the kitchen to clean up. I had made breakfast for him this morning as usual, and cleaning up was a chore I couldn't stand.

Every day, I made sure to have breakfast and dinner served for us both. Well, I wouldn't eat breakfast, just dinner. I was never able to make lunch because I had clients at noon, which sometimes could reach into the night. However, I always made sure to arrive home before my husband did. Putting plates in the dishwasher, I wondered what I would do to start my day. I turned to wipe the stove and then sank before washing my hands. Then I decide to leave the kitchen and make my way to the basement.

Our home wasn't extraordinary or anything since the walls had all been painted white, which my husband requested. There were a few portraits of us two hanging on the wall. A few of them were our wedding photos, collages of us, and my favourite photo of me shoving ice cream up his nose. Thinking back on those moments caused a silly smile to make its way to my face before I began to frown.

I wonder where I went wrong in our marriage and why our relationship is the way it is now. I passed by a few more photos of us lining the halls. One photo of my husband graduating from the police academy and one photo of me attaining my counselling licence We were both so proud of each other. Although our jobs didn't pay as much as we hoped, we love what we do. After graduating college, we saved up enough for the perfect home. I had a two-story house with three bedrooms and two baths, and my husband wanted the home to be decorated perfectly. Decked in white furniture except for one of the rooms upstairs.

Finally reaching the basement door, I opened it, flicked on the light, and made my way inside. I was instantly hit by the smell of paint supplies, causing me to smile. I walked down the wooden steps to our unfinished basement. It was rough in here, full of cobwebs and drywall that was left unfinished. I decided to pay it no mind as I walked straight ahead towards another door. This door split the basement in half, which I liked. When we originally bought the home, we planned for one side to be the gym and the other to be my personal space. The gym side had a lot more room because of the amount of equipment we never got. My husband never got to finish his side, which now sits in cobwebs; however, I took the time to do my side.

Opening the next door, I walked into my tiny space, filled with so much colour. The walls were painted in murals that I did myself, as was the floor. There were two small windows lining the walls to let air circulate in the room. I didn't want to die from inhaling too many chemicals in the small room. I had a few paintings that I had already done sitting on the floor in the far corner of the room. There was an easel on the right with a grey sheet underneath it. I also had a material table right beside the easel to make painting easier. Lastly, I had a large lamp to shine a light on the easel whenever I needed more light to see.

This room was my happy space, and I came in here nearly every day. Since I was in a short tank top and shorts, I decided not to bother with an apron this time. Taking a blank canvas I had lying around, I placed it on the easel. I then collected the materials I would need to start painting, including my phone and earbuds to play some music. Immediately after, I began to paint.

I was never one to plan out my art. I simply drew or painted whatever I felt. Whether I felt happy, sad, angry, or downright miserable, I painted it all. This time was no different.

Each stroke I made poured emotion out of me. I let go of the worries I had on my mind. Thoughts of wondering why I feel so empty waking up each day Why do I feel so down when I eat, sleep, and breathe? Why am I not happy when I should be? What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong? Why did he not feel happy with me? I did whatever he wanted. Whenever he wanted. Why was I not enough?

I ripped the AirPods out of my ear, causing the paint to swish on my face. I wiped at my cheek, feeling wet, pulling my hand in front of me to see if I got the paint off. Realising that I hadn't wiped any paint and that I had wiped my tears instead. Breathing heavily, I folded my arms in on myself and began to sob. While my painting remained filled with dark clouds and lightning above a dimly lit forest,

I heard the jingling of his keys just as the door started to swing open. I was busy by the stove getting the stew ready, so I didn't look up. The stew needed a little more time to finish cooking-maybe just a few minutes more-and it would be perfect. I'd already set the table and had his beer ready, all set for him. I could hear his loud footsteps as he moved through the house, approaching the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetie, how was your day at work?" I inquired, not turning to look at him. Before I even felt his hands on my back, I sensed his presence. Today, I chose to wear a comfortable, flowy orange dress because I felt like sprucing up a bit. I thought maybe it would boost my self-confidence. The dress came down to just above my knees and hugged my shape nicely. I'm not particularly tall or short; I'm pretty average in height. My husband, on the other hand, stands a couple of inches taller than me. My weight has been fluctuating, but I did have some small curves here and there, but nothing too exciting. I could be considered an average-looking woman, maybe even below average, due to the bags underneath my eyes.

"Tiring, my captain was being an ass. How was your day? The food smells good," he said in his deep voice, which used to send shivers down my spine. He moved his hands up to my shoulders, beginning to massage them. I leaned back into his embrace, letting out a sigh.

"That sucks, and I decided to make stew tonight with Hawaiian bread. I didn't do much but paint this morning. Oh, and see my clients," I responded and turned down the heat on the stove.

"That's good baby," He spoke before one of his hands lowered from my shoulders and down toward my left breast. Palming my nipple through the dress. "You look pretty."

"Thank you." I tilted my neck to the side when he lowered his head and dipped in for a kiss. He kissed my lips before kissing down my neck sensually. I let out a low moan as he sucked on my skin in-between kisses. I slowly felt his other hand trail down my back, down to my hips before slowly hitching my dress up. I placed one of my hands on top of the one playing with my breast before speaking. "Babe, we're about to eat dinner and the stove is on-."

"Turn it off, I want dessert first," He said and continued to play with my body. I could feel him getting hard through his uniform. He kissed me some more, and I followed through by turning off the stove. I tried to turn around in his arms, but he stopped me. "No, I want you like this." With that said, he moved us away from the stove to the counter beside it. I was still facing away from him as he bent me over and fully hiked up my dress, so it sat on my hips.

"Isn't there a rule about disrespecting the uniform or something?" I asked quietly when I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants unzipping. He then used his hand to rub against my clothed pussy, belting out a laugh.

"That's for the military, Eunice, and if it was, no one's here to watch me fuck my wife," he said as I heard him shuffle some more. Sensing the irritation in his voice, I chose to keep my lips sealed. He put his hand away and decided to push my panties to the side instead of taking them off. He then took both hands and spread my ass cheeks wide, causing my eyes to widen. I heard his spit fly and felt his saliva drip down my ass to my pussy. Then he pushed inside of me without a second thought.

"Humph," I groaned when he hardly settled inside me and just began to thrust. Right away, I felt discomfort. "Jamie wait-" I threw my hand back to slow him, but he pushed me away. Pushing me down roughly against the counter. He slapped my ass once, twice, and thrice as I squirmed during the harsh pounding. I had no choice but to accept his frustrations as little whimpers left my lips. Groans of satisfaction left his mouth as his pelvis met my behind. My ass jiggling seemed to goad him on as his grunts became louder. I had to hold on to the counter so as not to hit my head on the cabinet above me.

"Fuck. Fuck! Take this dick-uh-" He was thrusting so hard that my whole body vibrated. I just wanted it to be done and over. I don't think he'll last long anyway with the way he's going. Soon enough, I was right, and he spent himself with me. I breathed a sigh and started to get up before he pulled out, grabbed me, and turned me around himself. Jamie then lifted me onto the counter, pulled my panties down my legs, and shoved himself back in without warning.

"Jamie!" I exclaimed in surprise and then shouted again when he pulled down the front of my dress. I was nearly ripping the fabric as he exposed my breasts to his eyes. He leaned in and closed his mouth on my left breast. I moaned to turn him on more, hoping he'd finish faster. I had my legs splayed out on both sides of him, with my currently ripped pants hanging from one of my legs. My pussy and breasts were fully exposed, as if I never had clothes on to begin with. If this wasn't a sexy image to get him to cum, I wasn't sure what it'd take. Although I wasn't fully turned on and was a bit taken aback by his aggressiveness, I had to admit the position was spicy. I caught an image of our reflection in the bowl I had set on the table across from us. Suddenly, I had an idea come to mind.

I paid no mind as Jamie ravished my body and instead took in my appearance. My pretty brown skin was soaked in sweat. My tits were bouncing free from the confinements of my dress. The current state of my dress was ruffled against my waist as my husband took me roughly. My brown eyes narrowed slightly on myself. Realizing that I looked sexy and my lower lips began to tingle. Still using the bowl across from us to see myself, I looked down at my husband. Closing my eyes as a sudden onslaught of emotions hit me I shake my head subtly. No. I open my eyes again and see that instead of my husband inside me, it's a different man.

I let out a yelp, closing my eyes again to which Jamie takes that as I'm truly into this love fest. So he begins to speed up once more. Going a step further by spreading my legs wider using one of his hands. At this point, my husband is punishing my pussy and I know I'll have to take a soak for a while in the bath tonight. I sigh in defeat and let him take me, knowing any protests will egg him on.

A couple of minutes later, Jamie comes inside of me again, breathing hard. I start to kiss his head as he gathers his breath. Once he does, he starts raining kisses on my chest, telling me he loves me. I tell him the same as he begins to kiss my breasts again. This time taking his time and making sure to coat them in his spit. I start to moan for real this time because my breasts are sensitive and love attention.

"You didn't nut," he says and trails his lips lower. I shake my head. He nods and slides down between my legs peppering kisses. Although I don't orgasm that night, I loved seeing my Jamie happy.

I can't fall asleep, and all I can hear is the crickets chirping outside and my husband's loud snores. My mind keeps drifting back to what happened after my husband arrived home. After our little fun in the kitchen earlier, I went to the bathroom to freshen up while Jamie served himself a portion of the meal I had prepared. When I returned to the kitchen, I tidied up the mess we had made and fixed myself a small plate of food. I didn't want to eat too much; I'm often mindful of that, as Jamie likes to remind me. After that, I joined him in the living room while he watched TV and had his dinner. I curled up next to him, and he put his arm around me.

A cycle we've continued for years before we got married. As I sit in his arms, hardly paying attention to the screen, all I can focus on is my husband. Some days it feels surreal that I can call him that, and others... I wonder if I'll stop. Not wanting to think negatively, I reflect back on our early marriage days. Where we couldn't stop calling one another husband and wife, smiles forever took place on our faces. A warm feeling began to spread through my body as the memories of us consumed me. My first and last love My first and last love Smiling slightly, I snuggled up closer to him, inhaling the Axe cologne he put on this morning. Truthfully, it wasn't the best cologne, but Jamie was too stubborn to use another. Especially after years of me buying him new ones to try each holiday. But as his wife, I loved him no matter what he wore.

We watched TV before we decided to call it a night and went to the shower. Jamie insisted we shower together, and being the dutiful wife, I agreed. This ended up with Jamie taking me against the shower wall and coming inside my womb. Afterward, the night ended with us making love in our bedroom again. Jamie stuffed himself inside my old walls as he came again and again. Not once taking a breather until he fell asleep. Even now, as he snores, he remains inside.

I was beginning to get quite hot with my husband's body surrounding me. He held me snugly in his arms as he slept. It was already nearing one in the morning, and I had yet to close my eyes. I wanted to ensure he was in a deep slumber before I got up. I slowly began to shimmy my way out of his embrace, slowly easing him out of my bottom half. Once I managed that feat, Jamie rolled over to his side, snoring louder than before. I took that as my queue to slowly yet quickly get out of our king-sized bed.

Tiptoeing around the room, I made my way to the door and closed it once I stepped out. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked my way to the bathroom down the hall. I flicked on the light inside, shut the door, and looked into the mirror.

Admittedly, my usual light brown eyes looked dull and bleak. My full lips had a permanent frown, and signs of wrinkles were appearing on my face. I looked older for a twenty-nine-year-old. Glancing down at my collarbone and arms, it was clear to anyone with eyes that I was skinny. I was losing weight steadily, and my collarbone was beginning to jut out more. As I look at my reflection, I can't help but be upset with how I look. I didn't feel desirable anymore. Nor did I look at it. No wonder he

No. I'm not going to think about the past.

Choosing not to hinder my self-esteem more, I opened the cabinet mirror I was looking into. I scanned the shelves full of medicine before I found what I was looking for. Hidden in an orange container called Fluoxetine, I opened the container and took out two small tablets. I didn't spare a second to ponder my decision before swallowing the pills dry. Like usual, guilt began to seep into my mind as I placed the container back in its rightful spot. Even the fear of Jamie finding out that I've been lying to him every night tries to consume me.

I was taking away a gift my husband wanted. A gift he has always wanted from me. Here I am, defying my loving husband. Knowing that if Jamie knew I had been taking contraception pills in secret, he'd kill me.

"I think we should schedule a visit with a fertility specialist," Pausing from sweeping the floor, I looked up at Jamie. He sat at the dining table with a finished plate of this morning's breakfast. I was sipping casually on his coffee while my heart beat faster in panic. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before asking him why. "We've been trying to have a baby for months, Eunice. There must be something wrong if you aren't getting pregnant."

"Maybe we should take a break." I jumped as he slammed a hand against the table.

"I don't want a damn break!" He shouted in anger. I stood frozen, waiting for what he would say next. He let out an irritated sigh as his hands shook. He glanced at me and then took a deep breath to calm himself down. "I want a baby-our baby, Eunice whispered at the end in sadness. The feelings of guilt swirled in the pit of my stomach. I set the broom down against the wall and then cautiously walked towards Jamie. I gently placed one hand on his shoulder as I leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"I know, Jamie. I want our baby too." The words felt like acid in my mouth. "I only suggested a break because we keep getting disappointed. I'm tired of taking pregnancy tests, and they come back negative. And as much as I love making love, my body can't handle too much of it." I spoke in a quiet tone as I watched his facial expression go from mad to upset.

"That's why we should consult with a professional. So we don't have to go through this and they can tell us what's wrong." He fought against my previous words, and I racked my brain to convince him otherwise.

"I don't want to right now. I don't want to be hit with bad news back and forth. Please, my love, let's take a break. Two months of us not worrying about conceiving Please, that's all I ask." I damn near begged him. Hopefully, by then, I can come up with a better excuse. I stood in silence as my husband thought about what I said. The gears in his mind spun. I know it's horrible of me to hide and lie about something this important. I truly felt like a horrible human being, but despite how I felt, I had a valid reason. Or at least that's what I like to tell myself from time to time.

"One-"

I gasped, "Jamie." The sight of his glare turning to me made me gulp as if I had instantly died.

"One month," he continued where he left off, "and then we approach the conversation again. We will be seeing that doctor, Eunice. And you will be carrying our baby soon enough." I nodded in agreement.

"Ok." Deciding the conversation was over, I went to resume sweeping the floors. As I pulled my hand away from his shoulder, he latched onto my arm. I gasped as he pulled me back to face him. He had a look on his face that I knew all too well, causing me to roll my eyes. Luckily, he did not see. I bent down to undo his uniform belt and glanced at the clock. He had at least thirty minutes before he had to be out the door. After I undid his belt and unzipped his pants, I began to get on my knees. Jamie shook his head, and I stared at him, confused.

"Sit on it," he told me, and seeing the confused look still on my face, he spoke again. "Pull down your pants and sit on my dick."

"But I thought you said-"

"One month, Eunice. Starting tomorrow. Today, I want you to sit on my dick so I can fuck you. Do you want a one-month break or not?" Resigned at my fate, I did as he said by lifting up my nightgown and pulling down my pants. I glanced at his hard, glistening tool that shone with cumin just as he pushed his chair back a bit. I put one leg over him and straddled his body on the chair. Once settled, I reached between us and stroked his length before sheathing it inside of me.

I made sure to put him in slowly so as not to experience discomfort. Although I still did, seeing as I was hardly slick enough even to have sex. He didn't mind. As I fully impaled myself on his short length, Jamie let out a satisfying moan of his own. I slowly began moving up and down, setting our love-making pace and tone. For a while, Jamie let me take control as I faked small moans from my lips. That was, until Jamie decided what I was giving wasn't enough. He quickly took a hold of my hips to keep me still before shifting himself into a position where he could freely thrust. As he readied himself to move, I thought of myself living elsewhere. On a beach, maybe with the sound of waves crashing against one another.

So calming and peaceful. The complete opposite of what is happening now I could feel every bounce of my body as Jamie thrust inside of it. Hear every grunt and curse escape my husband's lips as he seeks out his own pleasure. I, on the other hand, chose to let my mind get cloudy as I dreamed of a new life. Once, there were no expectations of me. Where there weren't secrets, insecurities, lies, or even love, Because all those feelings have a way of tying a person down. Tying me down as if to drown me