Red Hot Letters to My Husband(2)

I’m not going to tell you what I’m going to wear except that I won’t have any underwear so you’ve got instant access.

As soon as you walk in the door, I want you to push me against the wall and completely surround me with your hardness and strength. I can already feel my pulse start to pound at the thought.

Grasp my face in your hands and take my lips hard and fast, delving your tongue in deep, before you trail kisses down my neck and suck on my favourite spot.

“I want you now,” you should growl as you impatiently undo your belt.

“I’m yours,” I’ll reply as I lower your zip and free your cock before I stroke it.

Reach down and grab me behind one knee and pull it up so it’s nearly to my chest then with one hard thrust bury yourself inside me.

For a moment we’ll stand there while I adjust to your size, staring at each other, knowing the pleasure that’s about to come.

“Fuck me now,” I’ll say.

At my signal, you will drive into me again and again until we both explode with pleasure.

The anticipation is driving me wild.

Love, Sherry.



As soon as I heard the car, I went to the door and opened it. I couldn’t wait a second longer. My heart was fluttering with excitement and my legs were shaking with anticipation. If this was how I felt now, how was I going to be able to remain standing when Tom thrust inside me? I would have to rely on him to hold me up. I just hoped his legs were up to the challenge.

Tom strode up the few stairs to the front door and pushed inside, closing the door behind him with a shove. He seemed just as eager as I was. Within moments I was backed against the wall, pressed between the hardness of Tom’s chest and the plaster behind me. Instant heat shot through to my pussy.

Tom grabbed my face and devoured my mouth, his tongue twisting against mine.

I was immersed in heat. Surrounded by pressure, I felt as though my pleasure was intensified. It felt bigger compressed into such a small space.

Tom’s lips dragged down my throat.

I moaned in delight.

When he bit the tender area between my neck and shoulder, I would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding me up with his body.

“I want you now.” Tom undid his belt and I helped him with his zipper.

His erection sprang out, hard and eager.

“I’m yours,” I finally remembered to gasp. I felt a bit silly with such a proclamation. I normally don’t speak during sex, let alone telling Tom I belong to him. However, knowing Tom was expecting it helped me to squeeze out the words.

Tom grasped behind my left knee and pulled up my leg. “I love these shoes. They’re fucking hot.”

I felt my pussy clench. Tom was much better at talking than I was. Although it puzzled me how he could think in the heat of passion. Without the lines I’d rehearsed, my brain wouldn’t be able to come up with anything.

He traced a finger along my slit before plunging inside. “You’re so hot and wet and swollen. I can’t wait until you squeeze my dick.”

The little puffing murmurs against my throat drove me wild.

I felt the head of his swollen cock nudge at my entrance. The initial stretch as he pushed inside felt fantastic. Then he thrust in all the way and I gasped at the burn of his full penetration. It was tight and hard and the pleasure-pain was exquisite.

“Fuck me now,” I groaned. I wanted him while I was tight around him. I wanted the intensity.

Tom thrust inside me, mashing my boobs with his chest, grinding his pelvis against mine. Feeling his strength and power and hardness made me extra hot.

I felt the heat building inside me. The pressure intensified.

I screamed a release, clamping around his plunging cock.

With a groan, Tom began to pulse inside me, prolonging my orgasm.

He leaned against me, gasping. “That was hot.”

I managed a weak nod. It was the best sex that I’d had in ages.



Half an hour later, I glared at Tom as he turned on the Friday night football.

With his eyes glued to the screen he was completely oblivious.

Anyone with half a brain should know this was supposed to be a romantic evening for two. Not an evening for two and the TV. With sport, no less!

We were getting older and I wasn’t really expecting another bout of sex but a cuddle would not have gone astray. Some conversation would have been nice as well.

I could ask Tom to turn off the footy. However, if I asked it wouldn’t mean the same. Obviously there was a lot more work to be done. In the next letter I would make sure his attention was completely focused on me.





Chapter Three



Slow and Sexy



A few weeks later I sat down to compose my next letter.

Since this was still a kind of celebration of our anniversary, I thought it would be nice to use the gifts that we’d given each other. This time around, the wine glasses would be a feature.