The man I thought I knew

Episode 1

I heard the sound of his keys before the door opened. I didn’t glance up from the store while preparing stew. It just needed a few more minutes and it would be done. I already had set the table. I heard his heavy footsteps as he walked through the house, making his way into the kitchen.

“Hi honey, how was work?” I asked without turning around. I sensed him before I felt his hands against my lower back.

I decided to wear a loose orange dress today since I felt like getting dressed up hoping it'd make me feel better about myself. The dress only reached my knees and it fit my figure quite well. I wasn’t really tall nor was I short. I had about an average height while my husband stood about two inches above me. My weight had 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, I had a stressful day. How was your day? The food smells good,” he spoke in his deep voice that used to send shivers down my spine. He moved his hands up to my shoulders and began to massage them. I leaned back into his embrace, letting out a sigh.

“You like the smell? I decided to make sauce and yam tonight. I didn’t do much aside from attending to my clients,” I responded and turned down the heat on the gas cooker.

“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 one and played with my boobs before speaking.

“Babe, we’re about to eat dinner and the gas is on..”

“Turn it off,” I want you first,” he said and continued to play with my body. I could feel him getting hard through his uniform.

Did I forget to tell you that my husband was a police officer? Pardon me.

He kissed me some more and I followed through by turning off the gas. I tried to turn around in his arms, but he stopped me.

“No, I want you like this.” He moved us away from the gas to the counter beside it. I was still facing away from the gas 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 trouser unzipping. He then used his hand to rub against my clothed p*ssy, belting out a laugh.

“That's for the military, and if it was, no one is here to watch me smooch my wife,” he said as I heard him shuffle some more.

Sensing the irritation in his voice, I decided to keep my lips closed. He placed 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 to widen.

I heard his spit fly and felt his saliva drip down my ass to my p*ssy. Then he pushed inside of me without a second thought.

“Humph,” I groaned when he hardly settled inside me and just began to thrust. I felt discomfort right away.

“John, wait,” I threw my hand back to show 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 take 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 as his grunts became louder. I had to hold onto the counter to not hit my head on the cabinet above me.

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John was breathing faster as he was thrusting so hard and my whole body vibrated. I just wanted it to be done and over. I presumed he won’t last long with the way he was going and I was right. He spent himself in me in less than three minutes. I breathed a sigh and started to get up before he pulled out, grabbed me, and turned me around himself. John then lifted me onto the counter, pulled my panties down my legs, and shoved himself back in without warning.

“John!” I exclaimed in surprise and then shouted again when he pulled down the front of my dress nearly ripping the fabric as he exposed my breasts to his eyes.

He leaned in and closes 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 panties hanging from one of my legs.

My p*ssy and breasts were fully exposed as if I never had clothes on. If this wasn’t a sexy image to get him to cum I wasn’t sure what it would take. Although I wasn’t fully turned on and a bit taken aback by his aggressiveness. I had confinements position was spicy. I caught an image of our reflection through the bowl I had set on the table across from us.

Suddenly, I had an idea come to mind. I paid no mind as John 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 life 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. I opened my eyes again to be sure it was my husband inside me and not a different man.

I let out a yelp closing my eyes again to which John took that I was truly enjoying his lovefest. So he began to speed up once more and went a step further by spreading my legs wider using one of his hands. At this point, my husband was punishing my p*ssy and I knew I’d have to take a soak for a while in the bath tonight. I sighed in defeat and let him take me knowing any protest would egg him on.

A couple of minutes later, John came inside of me again breathing loud. I started to kiss his head as he gathered his breath. Once he did, he started raining kisses on my chest, telling me he loves me. I told him the same as he began to kiss my breasts again. And this time taking his time and making sure to coat them in his spit. I started to moan for real this time because my breasts were sensitive and loves attention.

“You didn’t cum,” he said abs trailing his lips lower. I shook my head. He nodded and slide my head. He nodded and slide down between my legs with kisses.

Although I didn’t reach orgasm that night, I loved seeing my John happy.

To be continued…………