He slaps my ass hard as I walk past him, making my way down the hall to the laundry room. They’re both front loaders.
It’s probably silly, in fact I know it is, but isn’t that what marriage or being a long-term partner is about? Being silly and turned on with one another.
If anything, it kind of reminds me of the very unique way that we met. I take off my panties and shorts and decide I might as well get completely naked for the whole experience. I get on my knees, the tile cool and harsh against my skin, as I rest my front half of my body in the dryer.
The wait feels endless until the door to the laundry room clicks and Lincoln lets out a dark laugh.
“Oh no, did my wife just so happen to get stuck in the dryer with her bottom half completely exposed?”
“I’m really not sure how this happened. Do you think you can help a girl out?” I say, trying to stop myself from laughing.
His hand cups my ass cheek and he squeezes. No doubt his fingers leaving an imprint in their wake.
“Seems like a wasted opportunity.”
“Help me out, I’m stuck.”
His fingers slide down my ass, and he cups my pussy.
“Why are you so wet? Were you hoping I’d find you like this and want to sink my cock deep inside this greedy little pussy?”
“Of course not. I was just taking off the sticker from the inside of the dryer.”
He pauses for a moment, clearly trying to hold it together.
“I think you wanted this. I’ll give you what you want. All you had to do was ask,” he says.
“I really just wanted?—”
My words die out as his cock slides deep inside of me, forcing me to stretch around his length. My only saving grace is how attuned our bodies are. My body nearly drips with need anytime he says something dirty.
“What was that, Honey?” He thrusts and I have to hold my hands up so I don’t hit my head on the dryer. “What is it you wanted?”
“Fuck,” I hiss as I feel his spit slide down the crack of my ass. His thumb collects the moisture and pushes into my back entrance.
“You want it harder?” he asks, but it isn’t a question as his thrusts increase.
My hand slips, and I go careening against the bottom of the dryer.
“Fuck,” Lincoln groans, pulling his cock out and grabbing me by the waist to tug me out. I eagerly fall out of the dryer and as soon as I look at Lincoln, who is biting his lip, trying not to laugh, I lose it.
Tossing my head back and laughing as he follows suit, shaking his head.
“Come here, you fucking psycho,” he says as I continue laughing. He picks me up by the waist, sitting me on top of the dryer as he cups my face and kisses me.
No sooner is he lining his hard, wet length against my pussy and pushing in. I keep one hand behind me for balance as I dragmy other hand along his chest. Lincoln holds my face, kissing me, while he fucks me.
The dryer rocking and slightly banging against the wall with each thrust.
I’m so close, right on the cusp of my orgasm, and Lincoln knows it. He pulls away from my face, placing his hand between my breasts. I use both arms to hold my weight, my tits bouncing with each thrust as he grips me by the thigh with one hand and strums on my clit with the other.
He watches where we’re joined with rapt attention, like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, like he’ll never get enough of me.
I watch him in the same way, wondering how I got so lucky and if there will ever be a time where being with him doesn’t feel transcendent.
His fingers work quickly against my clit. He knows my body so well. I shutter, my muscles tensing as I let out a moan and fall apart.
“That’s it. I’m going to fill you up with my cum and watch it leak out,” he groans as he does just that. His grip on my thigh is bruising as his hips snap and he fills me with his release.
