1. My Vanilla Husband Has A Kink
Pat
I’m married with 2 lovely children and a very loving husband, but my husband has no idea I’m more wild than he thinks. Because he’s such a vanilla sweetheart, I make sure to satisfy him, but it ends up leaving me not even close. The only person who’s ever fucked me like that was my ex, the one man I dated for 13 years. Justin, unfortunately… Justin is married and has his children too but I still end up thinking about him while rubbing off.
He has a big dick that brushes every edge of my sensitive pussy. Thinking about it now, I can feel my pussy twitching, clearly reminding me of how much I was starving.
I sigh, my head turning to see my darling husband falling asleep right after our usual night sex. How do I tell him I want more, that I want my body hanging off the bed while he pounded into me real hard? Only Justin could do that.
Gunter’s already snoring, mouth slightly open, one arm flung over his stomach like he just finished a long day. Vanilla sex. Always the same. Soft kisses, gentle hands, slow thrusts, then he’s done. He rolls over and he’s out in under a minute. Me? I’m wide awake in the dark, legs still open, pussy aching like it got started and then abandoned.
My hand slips under the covers before I even think twice. Fingers find my clit right away. It’s swollen and slick from the little he left me with. I rub slow circles, biting my lip hard so I don’t make a sound. Next to me Gunter shifts and lets out another soft snore. I freeze for half a second, then keep going.
Justin used to pin me down like he owned me. Used to flip me over, yank my hips up, and slam that thick cock into me until my brain went blank. He used to talk so dirty, call me his dirty little slut, make me come so hard my whole body would shake. My fingers move faster. Two slide inside my pussy, curling up, chasing that spot he always found without even trying. My hips lift off the mattress a little. Quiet. Gotta stay quiet.
I picture his face buried between my thighs, that cocky grin, the way he’d suck my clit while two fingers fucked me deep and slow. My free hand grabs the sheet tight. Pussy clenches hard around my fingers. I come with my mouth pressed into the pillow, body jerking once, twice. Wetness coats my hand. Still not enough. Never enough after Gunter.
I wipe my fingers on the sheet and stare at the ceiling until the sky starts turning gray outside the window.
The morning sun soon illuminated our house as we prepared for the family holiday trip back to the lodge. Every year we do this. Same secluded place up in the woods, same big family gathering. My sister and her husband Justin will be there for the first time with their child. I already know that. Still doesn’t make it easier.
Kids are already bouncing around the kitchen when I come downstairs. Mia’s got cereal spilled all over the counter. Jake is trying to shove a whole bagel in his mouth like he’s starving.
“Mom, are we leaving soon?” Mia asks, milk mustache and all.
“Yeah, baby. Finish eating. Long drive ahead.”
Gunter walks in still in his sleep shirt, hair sticking up every which way. He kisses the side of my head like last night never happened. “Coffee’s ready. You sleep okay?”
“Fine.” I pour a cup and keep my eyes on the kids so he doesn’t see anything on my face.
“You excited for the lodge?” he asks, pouring his own coffee. “Kids been talking about it all week. Jake already packed three games even though I told him the Wi-Fi is trash up there.”
“I’m good,” I say. “Just ready to get on the road.”
We pack the car in under an hour but it still feels longer. Suitcases get shoved in the trunk. Cooler full of snacks and drinks. Mia’s favorite blanket. Jake’s game controller he refuses to leave behind no matter how many times I tell him there’s barely any signal. Gunter checks the tires while the kids argue about who sits where.
“I call the window!” Mia yells.
“No, I called it yesterday!” Jake shoots back.
“Both of you can have a window if you stop yelling,” Gunter says, laughing a little. He looks over at me. “You want me to drive the whole way or switch halfway?”
“You can take the first half. I’ll handle the second if my eyes stay open.”
The drive to the lodge is long but quiet at first. Trees get thicker the further we go. Highway turns into smaller roads. Kids fall asleep in the back after about an hour, heads leaning against the seats. Gunter drives with one hand on my thigh, thumb rubbing soft circles. Sweet. Always sweet. I stare out the window and try not to think about last night or the way my pussy still feels a little swollen.
“You good?” he asks after a while. “You’ve been quiet.”
“Just thinking about the trip. Same every year. Family, food, kids running around.”
“Yeah. Your sister texted earlier. She said they already got there last night. Justin’s helping with the grill setup or something.” He squeezes my thigh. “Should be nice. Whole family under one roof again.”
I nod and look back out the window. My stomach tightens a little at the name but I keep my face blank. Thirteen years with Justin. Then he vanished. Next thing I know he’s married to my sister because she looks exactly like me. Same face. Same body. Weirdest shit ever. And now we’re all about to be in the same lodge for a week.
We pull up and the kids wake up fully yelling about who gets which room. Gunter parks and we all pile out.
“Go grab the bags,” he tells Jake. “Mia, help your brother.”
I walk ahead toward the front door. It’s already open. Voices float out. My sister’s laugh and other family members. Then another deep familiar voice makes my stomach drop hard.
I step into the living room and freeze.
Justin’s standing by the fireplace, holding a beer, talking to my Aunt. Same face. Same build. A little older maybe, but the way he stands is exactly the same. He looks up.
Our eyes lock across the room.
Heat floods through me so hard my pussy throbs right there in front of everyone. My husband’s right behind me. My sister’s standing next to him. And Justin just stares, like he can still feel every filthy thing we used to do.
