Red Hot Letters to My Husband(14)

Bending down, he licked along the swollen folds.

“Hmmm. It’s like eating cream. Smooth and rich and silky.”

Burying his face, he sucked my clit into his mouth.

“Yes,” I cried, arching off the bed.

Tom continued to lick and suck until I came again before he surged up and thrust his cock inside me.

“That feels so good. Your naked pussy so open to my cock.”

Every time he slid in, he ground himself against me, as though relishing the feel of smooth skin. Gradually, he picked up his pace until I screamed out another orgasm.

At the last minute, he pulled out and came all over my pussy then rubbed his cum over the naked flesh.

“My pussy,” he claimed hoarsely before collapsing to the side.

His declaration sent another wave of heat through me. Best idea yet.





Chapter Eight



Yogurt Never Tasted So Good



I had hoped the fantastic sex over Christmas had turned a new leaf in our relationship but as soon as Tom returned to work he became distant once again. He definitely had to do something about his Executive Assistant, Rhonda. I know he was trying to be considerate of her because of her divorce but enough was enough. If she wanted to be a bitch she could do it in her own time. I would say as much to Tom the next time we had a quiet moment together.

With that decided, I turned my mind to my next letter. Since our last romantic get together had been focused on me, I thought this time I would focus on Tom. This time it would be my turn to eat him up. Since I was going to be in charge, I decided a short hot letter would be enough.



Dear Tom

I’m feeling hungry and your cock is on the menu.

Be prepared to be eaten when you get home tonight.

Love Sherry



On Friday afternoon, I prepared the bedroom with Coal bumbling around my feet. At four months old, he was already large. Given he was a Rottweiler crossed with a Labrador he was only going to get bigger. A sure deterrent for anyone who wanted to bother us. Unfortunately, the police had no leads regarding our vandal so deterrents like Coal and our improved security were essential.

I leant down and gave Coal a pat on the head and he looked up at me with soft brown eyes. He was coal black with adorable ginger eyebrows and four ginger paws. He had a not so adorable mouth that was intent on chewing anything he could get his teeth into.

When I was finished I took Coal out for a walk in the hope of tiring him out so he’d have a good nap. He didn’t like to be by himself and I didn’t want to listen to him whine while I was trying to get romantic with Tom. Nor did I want him as an audience to keep him quiet. The thought of two doggy eyes fastened on me while I writhed on the bed would be way too off putting.

Unfortunately, the moment Tom opened the door, Coal was wide awake and eager to greet his new master. He gambolled around Tom’s feet and gave a few wuffs of greeting before he gave a slobbery kiss of welcome to Tom’s hands.

“You better give him a pat and settle him down or we’ll never hear the end of it,” I said, disgruntled. Honestly, it was nearly as bad as having a kid.

Fifteen minutes later, Tom made it to the shower and I grabbed the yogurt out of the fridge.

“Mmm, mmm. Very delicious.” I gave Tom a thorough perusal when he stepped out of the shower and dried off. His chocolate brown hair was tousled and dark with moisture making me want to run my fingers through it. When he bent down to dry off, the muscles on his legs and ass flexed and hardened and made me go wet. All that power was used to drive into me.

“Come and lie on the bed so I can eat you up.”

Tom obediently stretched himself out.

I picked up the carton of yoghurt and painted it over one nipple using a spoon, deliberately scraping the metal over the sensitive tip.

Tom shivered.

Leaning forward, I began to lick it up. It was my favourite vanilla yogurt, thick and creamy. The addition of the hot cherry underneath was divine. I swirled my tongue around his nipple and gently nibbled on it.

Tom rubbed my arm before reaching up to grab my hair and push down. He couldn’t seem to help himself.

“This is my show.” I quickly left the bed and returned with a scarf and tied his hands to the bedhead.

Tom groaned and yanked at it futilely. Unlike me, he didn’t like the loss of control. However, he gradually relaxed.

“That’s better.” I grinned down at his pliant form.

I painted the other nipple, his neck, and then dribbled some in a pathway down to his cock which was semi-erect. When I finally applied it to his cock, it tightened and shrank in response to the cold.

“Let’s see if I can heat it up.” I grinned and licked the length of his cock before sucking in the head. Instant response. When his cock was large, I dabbed on some more yogurt. No shrinking this time. I sucked in the head and it was divine. Like eating hot sticky date pudding with the contrasting cold ice cream.