All I Need Is a Little Alpha

Hubby came home last night and we went to bed. I was all prepared, as I said I would be, but he seemed surprised about the whole thing.

Hubby:  Oh, you wanna have sex?

Kat:  You're the one who texted me that you took a pill.  Doesn't that always mean that you want sex?

Hubby: Uh. Ok.  We can do that.

There's nothing like a response like that to make a gal feel wanted (yes, that was sarcasm). I didn't let it deter me, though. I answered with a perky, "Great!" and jumped into bed.

Things started off like they always do.  He grabbed some lube and started fingering me. If you would just warm me up a bit, the lube would be completely unnecessary, I thought, but I didn't say it.  I've said it enough before.

If he wasn't going to help with the warm up, I'd handle it myself, so I reached down and started stroking his cock while I thought about my last visit with my Sweetie.  Oh yeah.  I came in no time.

He got up on his knees, his favorite position for getting a BJ. He was rock hard.  Thank God for those little pills (yes, the pills that we pay for ourselves, that insurance doesn't cover....and I've never whined about that once).

I took him into my mouth and started sucking on him slowly, getting reacquainted with his cock.  I will say this for Hubby; he has a lovely cock. Bigger than average, nice shape. After a few strokes I started to get into it. I reached around, squeezed his butt, and pulled him forward every time I went down.

That's when it happened. He started thrusting his his hips forward a bit, then he put his hand on the back of my head, gripped my hair, and pulled me onto him every time he thrusted forward.

Oh. my. god. That tiny bit of alpha behavior was all I needed to get that buzz of desire.  I dove down and took that throbbing cock into my throat and kept swallowing until I almost passed out. Then I took a breath and sucked the cum right out of him.  He actually yelled as he came. That hasn't happened for years.

We rested together after.  I snuggled up next to him and instead of acting like he wanted me on the other side of the bed immediately, he started running his fingers through my hair as we talked.

I was ready go again, but I didn't think he'd be able to.  Still, I lightly squeezed his balls and brushed his cock every now and then. Fifteen minutes later, he was getting hard again.

I started stroking him, and he said, "Uh, Kat, you know that's an illusion.  I won't cum again."

"Such a negative attitude," I whined as I kept stroking.

When he was fully hard again, I rolled over to straddle him.

"What about your knees?!" he said quickly.

I slid his cock inside me and said, "Fuck my knees," just before I leaned over and kissed his neck.

Ok, I'll admit it, my knees were killing me, but I wasn't going to let the moment go. He was going to cum a second time. I suspected he'd need some help. So I started whispering in his ear as I rocked my hips, grinding my clit against him.

"Did you like it when your little slut, M, rode you?  Did she do it like this or did you like her to sit up straight and tall so you could see her little tits and watch your cock as it slid in and out of her? "

He didn't say anything, but he gabbed my hips and started pulling me, guiding me exactly how he wanted.

"Mmmm, nice. I'll bet she was a good little slut and did exactly what you said, didn't she? Did she love your cock as much as I do? Did she suck on it?  Was she good at that?"

He spoke, breathlessly. "No one does it like you do."

Wow. That made me smile, and it almost made me lose focus, but I held on.

"That's because you know I love you.  But her cunt was always nice and tight for you, wasn't it?"

He started pumping, thrusting his hips upward.  Then suddenly he stopped and said, "Get off.  I want you from behind."

Yeehaw! I thought. Here we go.... but then  I couldn't get off.  My knees had frozen up. LOL.  Yes.  I was stuck.  I whispered in his ear, "I'm sure M never got stuck on you, did she?"  And we both burst into laughter.

Slowly, very slowly, he helped me and I managed to get off and change positions.  I was afraid that the hot mood was dead, but he got behind me, entered me and said, "Actually, her cunt was always perfect - warm, wet, tight.... Now shut the fuck up!" And he brought his hand down hard on my ass.

SLAP!

Ouch!  But.....holy shit!  Where did that come from???  I felt a little shudder in my pussy. That's it.  All I need is a little Alpha, Dear.

He grabbed both my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. I tried to move with him, but I couldn't, he was in control.  All I could do was hold on.

Then he said something that made my heart stop.

"Is this the way JJ fucked you?"

Shit.  I didn't know what to say.  The whole truth?  That would be, "yes, but harder and faster and with a thicker cock."  I decided that partial truth would do, so I just said, "Yes."

He slapped my ass again. Hard! And he started pumping me harder.

Then I had JJ on the brain, and I came very quickly after that, but he didn't slow down, which made it much more intense.

A few minutes later, he came, and he groaned loudly as he did. He pulled me back onto him and held me tightly for a while.  Then he released me and collapsed on the bed next to me.  I rolled over.  He reached over and took my hand.  We were both quiet for awhile. I was the one who spoke first.

"Was that pill one from the doctor or one from that online pharmacy that I found?"

"Online," he said, still catching his breath.

We looked at each other and we both smiled, then laughed.

A few minutes later, he said, "Kat?"

"Yes?"

"I don't think I can take another pill for a few days."

We laughed again.

"That's ok," I told him.  "Let's just stay in today, shall we?  Today was ...uh.....pretty good, don't you think?"

No answer. Just as I turned to look at him, I heard the snore. Poor guy was tuckered out.

And I was amazed. Just when I think it won't ever get any better, he surprises me.  All he needed was a little more help from me, and all I needed was a little bit of Alpha.

The Coupon

As Hubby and I were going to bed last night, I floated a few signals about having sex, like I always do, and he showed no signs that he was interested. So I finished my bedtime routine, turned off the tv, turned off the light and climbed into bed.

After about 2 minutes, the light came back on and Hubby said, "I think I'd like to collect on that blow job you owe me."

"What blow job?" I replied.

He proceeded to remind me of a day a few weeks ago when he had helped me set up a bunch of tables and chairs for a community event.  It was my responsibility, but his help cut the work in half for me, so I thanked him for his help and told him I owed him a blow job. That very night, I gave him a BJ and I thought I had kept my promise.

"I gave you a blow job that night and several times since then. Don't any of those count?" I asked.

"Nope," he said. "A coupon is still good until you use it.  I didn't ask for it any of those other times, but I'm asking for it now."

"I see. So you want to redeem your blow job coupon tonight."

"Yes."

"I there anything in it for me," I asked.

"You already got something for it. I helped you move all that stuff.  Besides, you love giving head. You'll get something out of it. And why are you resisting?  You usually jump at the chance."

He was right. I wasn't actually resisting.  I was just clarifying the coupon redemption rules. That's me.  I always need to clarify things.

"Ok," I said, "Let's do it then."

He pulled off his boxers and grabbed the peppermint lube.  No lube is needed for a BJ, of course, but he knows I love the peppermint and he likes the added enthusiasm I bring to it when he uses the peppermint lube.

I moved into the position and took him into my mouth. For that first stroke, I went down on him very slowly.  When I felt his head at the back of my throat, I pressed down so I could take him even deeper.  He moaned loudly. I swallowed a few times, until I needed some air, then I pulled back again, just as slowly as went down.

"Fuck," he sighed. "Feel free to do that again."

So I did, several times. When I felt him close to coming, I changed it up, moving a little faster, but not sucking as tightly, squeezing his balls.

I changed my approach thee times, each time when I felt him ready to explode.  Finally, the third time, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him.  Then he said, "I want to fuck you now."

"But this still counts as your blow job coupon redemption, even though you chose not to come in my mouth."

"Shut up about that! Get on your hands on knees."

Being the bitch brat that I am, I said, "Not until you agree that the coupon has been redeemed."

As I said that he was rolling me over, pulling my hips up and positioning between my legs. "Fine, fine," he muttered, and then he drove into me hard. The force pushed me forward, but he roughly pulled me back toward him and tightened his grip on me.

I squealed at the first stroke and put a hand on the wall in front of me to steady myself.

He fucked me forcefully for about 15 seconds, and then he moaned loudly and came.

A moment later he pulled out, reached over to the shelf beside the bed, grabbed a small towel, and handed it to me. I cleaned up a bit there and then headed to the bathroom to finish cleaning up.  When I came back to bed, he was asleep.

I looked at him as he slept.  We've had a lot going on lately and he's been dealing more than his share of stress, but he looked so calm and peaceful at that moment. I felt a wave of love for him sweep through me.

I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote, "Coupon! This entitles Hubby to a free blow job.  Just for being you.  I love you. Kat"  I slid the coupon under his pillow, curled up next to him, and drifted off to sleep.

How's the Weather Back There?

Hubby and I had been planning sex for a few days, but every night something or someone intervened and ruined our plans.  The night before last, it was me.  I fell sleep. It happens.

Last night, though,  it looked like it was actually going to happen.  I was finished with my shower and I pulled out Spartacus and cleaned him up, just in case.  Hubby checked on our youngest and locked up the house.

He climbed into bed and we both slid toward the center of the bed until we met. Our legs intertwined as we kissed.  I could feel us both relaxing, releasing the stress of the day. In the last couple of years he's gone from being a non-kisser to an o.k. kisser.  At least he was willing to try.

He reached over and grabbed some lube, put some on his hand, and slid his hand between my legs.  There was absolutely not need for it, but I didn't say anything.  Why spoil his fun?

I reached over and grabbed Spartacus. Hubby smiled, kissed me again, and pulled his hand up to my right breast while be started kissing my left. I pushed the button on the vibe and slid it through the slickness to my clit.  The intensity made me flinch.  He checkled and then reached back for some more lube.  I was wondering what he was thinking until I realized it was the peppermint lube he was holding and then dribbling on my nipples. Then he went after my tits hungrily, lapping and sucking on one, then the other, then back again.

I turned up the speed on Spartacus and was just about cum when he said, "Is it raining yet? Do you know?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Do you know if it has started raining, yet?" As soon as he finished the question, his mouth went back to work on my nipple.

My hand stopped moving.

"Seriously?" I said. "You really want to talk about the weather right now?  NOW?!"

This struck me as such a great example of sex in a long term marriage. Sometimes you're into it.  Sometimes you're not. It's not unusual to think about other things but saying them out loud during the act is a bit rude. Unfortunately, that's how married couples can be to each other sometimes.  We forget about the other person's feelings because we're so wrapped up in ourselves at times. I was pretty sure, though, that he wouldn't want to talk about the weather when it was "his turn."

He apologized and we got refocused. But now I couldn't cum.  Every time I was close I started thinking about the weather.  No lie.  UGH!

So I faked it.  I hate doing that.  I rarely do.  But I did.  I figured I'd take care of myself later, if I needed to and I was pretty much not into it anymore anyway.

Since I was "done," he wanted his so I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth.

What a minute!" I said. "Where's that peppermint lube?  I want some!"

He laughed and tossed it to me. I told him that I wanted to watch him put it on. There's something very sexy about watching a man slowly stroke himself. I leaned back and watched, twice telling him, "More...."

When I was ready, I took him in my mouth and started sucking him slowly, moaning with a girl-like glee as I lapped up the peppermint lube.  It wasn't long before he tapped my shoulder and told me to turn around.

I got upon my hands and knees and looked back at him. He grabbed my hips and slid his cock inside me. Ohmygod it felt SO good! Usually when we get to this stage, I've already cum once, but this time I was still horny and I wanted it badly, so I started rocking back against him right away.

I thought I was going to cum, but then I heard it.  The rain.  I could hear the rain on the roof. Then I couldn't stop laughing and I asked him, "Can't you hear the rain?"

"No," he answered.  "And stop laughing. Don't you know it's just wrong to laugh when you're in bed with a man." He was still pumping me while he said that, and I was still laughing.

When I could tell he was about 15 seconds from cumming, I looked back at him and said, "Hey! How's the weather back there?" By then I was laughing hysterically and there was no way I could stop.

Hubby groaned loudly, slapped my ass HARD and growled, "Dammit, Kat!" He reached forward and pushed my face into the pillow, which just made me laugh harder.  Then he grabbed my hips with both hands and went at me hard and fast until he came. I popped my head up and said, "Don't you wanna talk about the weather?" and he threw another pillow at my head.

"Having a good time?" he asked as he climbed off the bed and grabbed a washcloth to clean up with. "Yes, I am," I said between bursts of laughter. "This is better than sex!"

He just shook his head and walked into the bathroom.  I saw his shoulders shaking as he laughed while walked away.

By the time he came back to bed, I was done laughing, but I was still smiling. He crawled into bed, kissed me and we snuggled up together.

He whispered into my ear, "So, is it supposed to rain tomorrow?" We both started howling, laughing as quietly as we could, pressing our mouths against each other to smother the sound so it wouldn't wake up the boys.

We fell asleep like that, tightly held in each other's arms with smiles on our faces.

October Sex Blog Chain - Hot Sex with the Spouse

Just because some of us prowl doesn't mean that we can't have hot sex with the spouse, too. This month's Sex Blog Chain posts are proof that sometimes the fire at home can burn pretty hot.

Up on Cripple Creek, She Sends Me is Ryan Beaumont's contribution to the Chain this month. I smiled at the reference to Shannon being wet in the water (Huh? Don't worry, you'll get it) and I chuckled when the police arrived. Ok, if that doesn't get you to read this post, nothing will.  You'll enjoy it, as we always enjoy Ryan's great stories.

Advizor shares Hot Sex with us this month, too.  Here's the little blurb he provided as a tease: "Missionary is great. 69 is fantastic. Doggie style makes me climax the fastest, but watching her above me as she leans back and applies her vibrator to her clit as I fuck her from below is tough to beat. " That's a tease?  Imagine what must be in the story!

How about some hot sex at a beach house during a family vacation? That's what Max tells us about in his post Beach House. There is nothing like vacation sex, is there?

Since Ponyboy is our resident faithful husband, I've been looking forward to his contribution to this topic all month! I wasn't disappointed. He shares NFL Widow Reward Follow-Up, a great post that should strike a chord with most of us. I'd say his wife is a pretty lucky gal.

If you've got kids, you might be able to relate to Home for Lunch, one of my stolen hot moments (19 minutes, to be specific) with Hubby, and Vacation Sex, an encounter not nearly as romantic as Max's vacation sex, but just as hot (that's my story and I'm stickin' to it).

Same Sassy Girl doesn't have an entry for us this month, but go read her blog anyway.  You know you should.

Please share these posts with your friends and if you haven't already subscribed to these great blogs, do so now.

And come back on November 10th for our next Sex Blog Chain post.  The topic for November is Sex with a Politician or Public Figure (or public official).  Maybe you'll witness a Monica Lewinsky moment.  Who knows? ;-)

Hair Pulling Sex God

I wasn't really in the mood for sex, but I wanted it anyway.  Wait, that's not entirely true.  I'm just about always in the mood for sex, but last night I wasn't feeling an urgent need.  I was just feeling that gnawing undercurrent of craving that I live with all the time. I was really into the idea a few hours earlier before Hubby started telling me who my friends should be.

Seriously, we were having a discussion about Daunt and Hubby started talking about who I should, and shouldn't, have as friends. He even named some women at church that he thought I should befriend.  I found it interesting that he left out all the women he screwed over the last five years, and I thought I'd really have something in common with them. 

But I kept my mouth shut and let him talk. However, on the inside I was saying, "Gee, Honey, in this century women are allowed to pick their own friends.  And, by the way, we get to vote now, too!"  I knew I was getting catty so I just let conversation die.

At bedtime, it was clear that Hubby was not going to initiate anything, so it was up to me to make it happen or go to bed frustrated - again.

I took my shower and went to bed, pulling the covers all the way back so I was laying naked on top of the sheet. Then I reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out Sparticus and put it on the bed next to me. I waited. 

Then I texted him and told him to come to bed. And I waited.

Eventually, he wandered into the room and a smile swept across his face as he saw me.

"It's about time," I said. "What does a girl have to do to get a good fucking around here?"

He said, "Exactly what you're doing. But give me a minute. I want put the trash cans out first."

Wow. I guess the trash couldn't wait for 30 minutes. To be fair, I know that Hubby is totally oblivious to the effect that it has on me when he says things like that. If I thought it was on purpose, that would be one thing, but this is just who he is. It really makes me wonder how he convinced me to marry him way back when I would not have ignored comments like that.

Anyway, he came back in about 5 minutes, and climbed into bed.  I asked him if he would mind at least washing his hands since he had just handled the trash. He grudgingly agreed.

When he came back to bed, I was ready.  No, I was more than ready. I had spend the majority of the time I was waiting thinking about JJ, and what he would be doing in this situation. I am 100% sure that he would say that the trash could wait.

Hubby grabbed the lube from the nightstand.  I told him, "You're not going to need that."

"Oh?" he replied as he reached down between my legs and slid a finger inside me.

"Oh! I guess we don't need this," he said, tossing the bottle of lube aside. "You should have told me you were this ready.  I would have put off taking out the trash."

Oh no, I thought. Don't even go there.  Did you really just say that???

I decided to ignore the comment. I grabbed Sparticus and put it in his hand. We were back on track quickly. He slid the large shaft inside me slowly and turned it on. I gasped. It felt better than I was expecting. Then he turned on the little vibrator and pressed it against my clit. An intense jolt of pleasure shot up my back and I squealed a bit. Hubby chuckled and turned the vibrator down just a bit.  Ah.....perfect.

I closed my eyes and remembered the last time I was alone with JJ. We stood kissing for a long time as he slowly undressed me. I sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shorts and sucked on his cock for awhile. His cock was beautiful. Hard, glistening, dripping with precum, delicious. He leaned me back on the bed, pulled my legs up and entered me. I felt that same amazing sensation I felt every time he entered me. I looked up at him and watched his face as he fucked me. I remember thinking that I'd freeze that moment in time if I could. I'd have to settle for burning it forever into my brain. It didn't take me long to come. He came soon after and seeing the look on his face as he came gave me another kind of pleasure.

I held that thought as I took the little vibrator from Hubby's hand and started holding it myself.  He kept working the big shaft of Spartacus and he leaned over and began sucking on one of my nipples. Three seconds later I was coming hard - moaning, shaking.

A minute or so later, he pulled Spartacus out of me and tossed it aside. He got up on his knees on the bed with his cock erect and jerking a little. I knew what that meant.  I rolled over onto my side and up onto my elbow and took him into my mouth. I started sucking him slowly, but very deeply, taking him in as far as I could.  Every third stroke I'd hold for a beat or two with the head of his cock in my throat. He moaned. That was exactly the response I was going for. 

He got harder and I could tell that he was going to come soon.  Just as I was getting ready to make that happen, he tapped my shoulder twice. That's our sign for "Stop now. I want to do something else." I have no idea how that signal came to be for us, but it's very clear. The shoulder tap means "stop immediately," so I did, and I looked up at him. 

He said, "I want you from behind."  I smiled.  My favorite.

As I positioned myself, my mind flashed again to the last time I was with JJ. In that room, there was a mirrored wall at the head of the bed, so I could watch him move behind me and I could watch him fuck me as much as I wanted. I pushed back the emotion I was feeling about him right then. I missed him.

But there was no mirror here.  That's not the only thing that was different. Hubby is not as thick as JJ, but he's a shade longer, so the cock inside me felt completely different - amazingly good, but different. Also, JJ pounds me hard and fast, which I absolutely love; Hubby is slow and deliberate, usually making me do most of the work. So there was no fantasizing about JJ at this point. That was clearly not him behind me.

I wanted to come again.  I tried to.  I moved a little faster.  Hubby slowed me down. I tilted my hips so I could feel his cock in just the right spot. Hubby grabbed my hips and re-positioned me. Bummer. 

He came quickly.  I couldn't see him, but I could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he moaned loudly while he released into me.

He held there for a while.  I remained still, giving him all the time he wanted to feel it. Then he reached forward and gently tugged on the hair on the back of my head, and we both burst into laughter.

When Hubby first learned about my cheating, we had many long talks about what was missing in our sex life. One of the things I shared with him was that I loved having my hair pulled. We talked about it at length.  He tried a few times, but it was a feeble attempt. In fact, it made me laugh more than it turned me on. Sometimes he'd pull it after I had already come. It was clear he wasn't into it and he just wouldn't pull hard enough.  The problem is that he can't bring himself to hurt me physically - even if I want him to. So, what started out as him trying to do something different sexually, something that I enjoy, turned into a joke between us.

He pulled out of me slowly. I rolled over. He leaned over and kissed me and said, "I love you, more than you'll ever know."

I replied, "I love you, too, you hair pulling sex god."

His face lit up and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. I snuggled against him, really glad that he had taken the trash out earlier so he didn't have to get up now. This was a moment to burn into my brain and remember forever.

Sex for Kat and Hubby after the Big Confession

The Big Confession (or should I say, big confessions?) changed things in my marriage. For those of you who are new here, a couple of months ago my husband confessed that he had been unfaithful for the better part of the past 5 years, with multiple women.  About a month ago, I confessed my infidelities. Everything was out on the table and we had to decide where to go from there.

Would we stay together?  That was the easiest decision because we both are committed to each other and our marriage.

But what was next?  Would we recommit to fidelity? Would we agree to an open marriage? Would we start swinging? Would we ever be able to really trust each other again like we did before? What would happen to our sex life?

Specifically, my husband was worried that I would be bored by him since I had enjoyed so many alternatives. It wasn't an unreasonable concern. Neither of us knew if I could be satisfied by plain vanilla after sampling lots of other delectable flavors.

We decided to try a fresh start and focus on improving both our communication and sex life. We got into counseling (individual and couples counseling), and we agreed to tell each other the truth, meaning that if I had a roll in the hay with JJ, I would tell Hubby, and he would admit any slips he had.

We agreed to start acting like we did early in our marriage, whether or not we felt like it. What did that mean? It meant the TV would get turned off in the evening.  It meant we would go to bed as soon as the kids were asleep so we'd have time for each other. It meant we'd start dating again, at least one night a week. It meant we'd leave heartfelt love notes for each other in the car, on the bathroom mirror, etc. We brought our plan into the current century by adding loving and sexy email and texts to each other throughout the day. I started sexting him at embarrassing moments.

And it meant we'd plan on sex every night. The rule was/is that neither of us can cancel it during the day, but either of us can cancel when we are actually in bed; however, the one who cancels is obligated to help the other come if he/she wants. I have to tell you I have been surprised by how many times I thought I was too tired or not in the mood, but when we started enjoying each other and I started helping him get off, I started to get excited, too.

We also each decided to really give it an honest try.  For me, that meant I would get into it with all the enthusiasm I had with JJ or J or S or...... For him, that meant being willing to try some variety and focusing on my pleasure.

So, for the first two weeks, that's how it was - sex every night.  Sometimes more than once. And it was really great sex! My old dog hubby kept thinking that he couldn't do it again for the 4th (5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, etc...) night in a row, but he did, and quite nicely, I might add. ;-)

We included some play with sex toys, and experimented with different positions. We asked each other what we had liked about sex with our other lovers and we incorporated some of those things into our own lovemaking.

The next week, it slowed down a little.  We only had sex on five nights of the seven that week. There were two nights that we both agreed to take a break.  Frankly, I needed a break, things were starting to get a little sore "down there" from all the attention. What a wonderful problem to have, huh? It was during this week that we also started reading to each other in bed (sex books and books about reclaiming your marriage) and talking about what we read.

Over the last 7 days, we've had sex on six nights. On one of them, we had agreed not to, but I changed my mind just as we were about to fall asleep and that kept us up for a couple more hours.

As the sex got better, lots of other things started turning around, too.  We actually wanted to be around each other more. We started talking more.

It didn't solve all of our problems, though.  Hubby is still too clingy, afraid that I'm going to take off and find another man...and, ultimately, leave him.  He has a reason to be concerned.  I won't leave him., but I have not lost my desire for my honey...or J, or P. or B, or C.....or...... As you can see, PWK is still here and going strong.

A couple of nights ago, we discussed a new "problem" we have.  We need to adjust our "act like we were newly together" plan because the sex now is much better than it was when we were newly together.  Huh? How can that be? Sounds crazy, huh?  I always thought that people were supposed to be on track for divorce when affairs were discovered, but that's not what has happened for us. The man who seemed to have lost interest in me sexually is now pursuing me and is trying as hard as he can to keep me interested in him and not in other men.

Now, we're looking to the future and wondering where it goes from here. You never really know what's going to happen in life, do you?

I'd better get writing.  I have some hot sex posts to write.

Where's Dat Pesky Wabbit?

I know I haven't updated you yet on how my negotiations are going with Hubby.  Don't worry.  I will bring you up to speed soon. In the meantime, I wanted to share about my new toy.

In Hubby's effort to spice up our sex life and keep me from prowling (I told him that I would not cheat if he could meet my needs.  If not, I'll go to someone who will -- ok, I was nicer than that, but that was the point I made), he surprised me yesterday with a new toy. I came home from a long day on the road for work, and this little goodie was waiting for me under my pillow.

It's a cute rabbit, isn't it? The first thing I did was try to turn it on, but it didn't work.  That's when I realized that it didn't have any batteries.

Hubby:  Don't worry, I have batteries.

He handed me a pack of AAA batteries.  I opened the pack and started trying to insert them (in the vibrator, not in me).  They were too small.

Kat: Honey, these batteries are not the right size.  It looks like we need AA.

Hubby:  But it says right on the package (grabbing and starting to read) "Takes three AA batteries."  Damn.

Kat: Uh huh.  Do we have any AAs?

It was 10:30 at night.  If we didn't have any, I was sure the little rabbit wouldn't be shuddering with joy tonight.

Hubby: (reaching for his jeans) If we don't, I'll go to the store right now!

I smiled.  My. my, my.  That's a level of enthusiasm I haven't seen for a long time.

Fortunately, because we have kids and all of the toys and gadgets that go along with kids, we have a huge stash of batteries of all sizes. We learned about that the year my oldest couldn't play with his new Hot Wheels track because it took two different sizes of batteries (whose brilliant idea was that?) and we only had one.

Anyway, I inserted the batteries and took a close look at the little guy. Soft, but firm.  It has a gel-like shaft with some pearls that rotate at the base. There are two power controls - one for the rotation of the shaft (it kind of wiggles slowly in a small circular motion while the pearls go round and round) and another for the vibration of the bunny. The adjustable speed for the vibrating rabbit didn't have much variation between low and high, but those cute little ears did hit just the right spot, so I forgave the manufacturer for the error.

On the backside of the shaft up by the head, there is a little tiny happy face. It's all in the details, isn't it? Who was that little happy face for, I wondered? I pointed it out to Hubby and he laughed.  He wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't pointed it out.  He never was into details.

After we went through our nightly routine of making sure the kids were asleep, he closed and locked our door and slipped back into bed with me. I poured some lube in his hand (only the good stuff would do for this occasion) and he slid his hand down between my legs, finding my clit quickly, and circling it slowly as the lube dripped from his hand.

He kissed me deeply as he fingered me, which is really new for him.  Hubby is not a kisser, but since the news about my extramarital dalliances, he has become quite the kisser.  I told you he was trying.

I reached for some lube, squeezed some into my hand, and reached for his cock. He was hard already. This is new, too.  It seems that the knowledge that other men are interested in his wife has made him more interested, too.

I stroked him slowly, starting off gently and then tightening my grip. He moaned into our kiss.

I was so focused on our kiss and his cock that I barely noticed that he had withdrawn his hand and was sliding the new toy inside me. He turned on both the undulation and the vibration, and I reached down with my free hand to properly position those little bunny ears. My clit was already hard and sensitive from his touch, and a **ZING** of pleasure shot through me as soon as those little ears hit the right spot. I squealed. He smiled and turned the vibration down, but it didn't change much.

He held the toy in place and sucked on my nipples - first one, then the other - and I continued to stroke him, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensual experience. It was the first time in a long time that I was in bed with my husband and I wasn't thinking about being somewhere else with someone else.  I was completely present in the moment.

It didn't take me long to cum. I stroked him harder as I started shaking and moaning.  His mouth moved from my nipple to my my mouth, so he could kiss me as I screamed. It occurred to me that not only was this erotic, but it also muffled the sound so I wouldn't wake the kids. He's a smart one.

After I was done, he pulled out the vibe, turned it off, got up on his knees, and said, "My turn," with a mischievous grin on his face. I rolled over and got on my knees, then leaned forward onto my forearms, lifting my backside for him. He grabbed my hips and slid his now rock hard cock all the way in with one slow, deep stroke.  We both moaned as he held it there for about 15 seconds. We started moving slowly, together. I pressed back against him as he thrusted forward. Sometimes it's fast and frenzied, but this time was slow all the way through, so we both could feel every sensation, every moment of pleasure.

It didn't take me long to cum again.  As I did, he pushed his cock in even deeper (although I didn't think that was possible) and held it there as I shuddered and moaned. As I was coming down, he started thrusting again - faster and harder now, taking full control of the situation. Within a few seconds, he came, pulling me back onto him and holding me there as he released into me.

We both collapsed on the bed afterwards, neither of us speaking for what seemed like a log time.  Then he reached over, took my hand, and said, "Wow. Where have you been all my life?"

"Right here," I replied. "You just never noticed."

"I'm noticing you now," he whispered as he rolled toward me and started kissing me.

I took his hand and moved it down to my pussy.  He exclaimed, "Again?!"

"Yes," I cooed.  "We have only started...."