Me and my husband Jayce live comfortably in Virginia. He works as a manager for a local Costco, while I work as a freelance author who writes under a non de plume that I won't be revealing. Jayce has always been more of a breadwinner than me, but recently I've taken a turn in my writing; instead of attempting to write the New Adult romances that give me little to no success, I'm now writing erotic, gay fiction stories--and funnily enough, it feels more comfortable to me. A lot of my gay erotica all have commonalities; they have adult characters, every sexual act is consensual, and the sex scenes are all inspired by either the homosexuality in pop culture, or sexual experiences I've had with Jayce. So, not only do I feel comfortable writing this literary gay porn anonymously, I'm making a lot more money from it too--and Jayce, who gets a major husband discount on my novels, loves them too, and always likes to connect himself with the different characters.
I think it's safe to say that me and Jayce are well off, both financially and romantically. We both bring in the same amount, we talk like rational adults, we work through issues together, and we both love each other.
With the excess money that I earned from my novels, me and Jayce were able to rent an oceanfront cottage in Rhode Island. Initially, we planned to only use it as just a summer getaway where we could go to the beach, enjoy the sun, and see any of the tourist attractions, but after we were hit with a nasty heat-wave in Virginia, we decided that it would function as more of an escape route. Yes, I know that Delaware is a hot place with heat-waves as well, but the thing that separates the two is that in Delaware, there are beaches and pools that we could beeline to in order to cool off--Virginia doesn't really have that.
So, in the middle of July, we packed our things and drove to Delaware for a few weeks of fun.
It was a lovely trip. Every morning, we'd order breakfast and talk about our plans for the day. Then, we'd execute those plans. Although every day varied, it mostly stuck to beach activities, visiting tourist attractions, trying different restaurants, and finally concluding with a nice dinner and round of fancy, alcoholic drinks. Then, once we were at home, we would either discuss our plans for the next day or curl up into bed and have sex. That's one thing we liked about our rental: it was like our palace. We could do anything we desired in it. We aren't a sex-obsessed couple, but any sort of freedom we're granted usually results in us having sex several times more than we would usually. I guess that kind of freedom is what led to Jayce wearing barely anything during our trip.
We also ended up becoming friends with a group of college graduates next door to us. They were chaotic people, but they were nice and welcoming. We spent a nice portion of our time with them, went out for drinks with them, and played beach volleyball with them. We also, at some point, went to a bonfire with them.
One night, after a tense game of beach volleyball with the college kids, we said our goodbyes and parted ways for the night. That was also the same night that my publisher emailed me, and asked me to revise one of my more recent novels, The Three Day Bet, so that it could appeal to other publishers. I agreed to it, partly because I felt that it was rushed and didn't fully meet my expectations when I sent it in. Since I packed a copy of it in one of my bags, I was able to go in and do revisions on the pages with a red pen, before turning to my computer and editing the manuscript from there.
Before I go inside, I check my watch: it was 8:30 P.M. We stayed out late that night. I know I won't have any time to get much done that night, so I decide on just two pages. Two pages before going to bed. I go inside, quickly change into my underwear--my pajamas, basically--grab the book, grab the red pen off my nightstand, and lay belly-down on the floor in front of the couch. I opened the book, and began my short revision process.
"As the last inning of the football game came to a wrap, the realization hit me that the team that I was supporting was losing. I had been looking at the scoreboard for several minutes straight, but they were just numbers. Now, I see that the numbers aren't just superficial, they're showing a loss--and I'm happy. I had made a bold bet with my boss that if my team lost, I'd belong to him for a three-day weekend. It's weird to say, but man does he want me. I see it in his eyes every time I walk by him; his eyes are full of lust. He consumes every part of my body. My combover. My body. My toned forearms. My citizen watch. He wants it all."
As I read this part out loud--a good tactic for revisionism--I notice that I never really elaborate on the relationship between Greg and his boss. Greg is an office worker who is in a primarily-sexual relationship with his boss, a fit guy named Otis. Greg makes a bold bet to Otis about football that if his team loses, he belongs to him for three days, kind of as a sex servant. Everything is consensual, though.
Jayce, now fully nude, takes a seat on the couch and grabs a book--or at least, I think he does. I continue to read over my book.
"I close my eyes and hear the game end. I grin. I'm his bitch for the weekend."
A bit excessive, I think, as I cross the line out. I start racking my brain for ideas, but as I do, I hear a weird noise. It sounds like a rubbing noise. I look up at the reflection in the TV, and I see Jayce touching himself while looking at me. I roll my eyes.
"Jayce, if you're going to jack off to me, at least try not to be so obvious." I scold, jokingly.
"Who said I wanted to hide anything?" He replies, cunningly.
I look over at him, then at my book. I don't really have a deadline for my revising, I could do it tomorrow, or when we go back to Virginia in a few days.
"Do you want to have sex?" I ask, a bit eagerly. My cock starts to stiffen up.
"Whew! I was worried you couldn't read the room as well as you read your books." He jokes back.
"So that's a yes?"
"Yes."
"Ok."
I put my book and pen down on the floor, before going over to the couch and pulling Jayce off of his ass.
"You're too cute, I hope you know that." I say.
"Isn't that how we got married?" He says back.
I don't say anything. I kiss him ferociously on the lips.
"Let's get to bed," I say, but he stops me.
He points to the floor, "Why don't we do it here?"
"On the floor?" I ask, "we have a bed, Jayce."
"I know, but it's our house!" He replies, "Please, just once?"
I sigh, "Fine, but you're cleaning up the mess."
"Don't I always?"
"Quiet!"
I lie back on the floor, this time on my back. Jayce quickly climbs on top of me, and slowly removes my underwear. The breeze hits me as I become naked, I shiver a little. I flail my arms out next to me, and leave my body to Jayce.
"Wait," he says, "I need the lubricant."
I sigh again. He runs upstairs, leaving me lying naked on the floor. It's a bit funny to think about lying naked on the floor, for some reason. I check my watch, and wait impatiently for him to come back. Soon enough, he comes back with a bottle of KY jelly in his hand. He opens the bottle and squeezes a moderate amount onto his hand, and then lathers his cock up in it. He then puts a bit on his fingers, and sticks them carefully into my entrance. It feels cold. I groan in my mouth, chills run up my body. He props himself up for anal by getting onto his knees and propping my legs up. They flail in the air.
"Jayce," I ask, "I need a pillow for my back."
"Oh, ok." He replies. He grabs a pillow and props it underneath my back to give me support--he knows me too well, apparently.
"Ok, I'm ready." I say.
"So am I," he replies, his eyes already full of lust.
He slowly inserts his cock into me. Very slowly. The chills run up my body like ocean water. The feeling presses on my bladder, now I think I have to urinate. Everything hurts at first, but it feels like roses soon after.
He takes a deep breath, and then starts to thrust.
I groan slightly as I feel him begin to pound on my ass. Jayce has always been careful with me whenever we have sex. He's not one of those people who go hard just for the benefit of themselves, he takes his time and gradually builds up speed until he comes. He also doesn't treat me like a cum bucket. He cherishes my body and drowns it in kisses.
I exhale and close my eyes. Fuck, this feels good.
Jayce continues to thrust. He starts to pinch his nipples, which causes him to groan and throw his head back. I moan too, and I start to stroke myself.
Jayce slowly begins to thrust faster. I can't get over this euphoria. My whole body is yelling in pleasure. I start to groan like those bottoms in a gay porno. I stroke myself faster. My watch-band rubs against my stomach.
Jayce stops playing with his nipples and changes his form in order to kiss me. He temporarily stops thrusting, and changes to a plank position. After putting both his elbows next to my head as a part of the plank position, he continues to thrust, but with power. He silences any cries from my mouth by breathily kissing it. It's sloppy. It's sexy. He explores the inside of my mouth, effectively inside both my entrances. I let out a cry of pleasure as he sucks on my chin.
At some point, even he can't control himself. Our bodies both become red as we near towards coming.
"Fuck, yes..." I groan, as I sink into the floor.
Jayce counties to thrust, but it's more of a pound. He thrusts with love, with passion, with fury. Every stressful situation of ours has led to this moment. I feel stressed, he feels stressed, this is how we destress: fucking.
"Ah, ah..." He moans.
"I'm close," I say, as I stroke myself harder and harder.
We let out strings of obscenities as our pleasures torment us.
Finally, I can't hold it anymore. I let out a loud cry of pleasure as squirts of semen come out of my cock and puddle up on my belly. Jayce does the same, and releases his come inside of me. It sends shocks through my body. Fuck. I've enjoyed this.
We both pant aggressively, "Damn, that felt good."
He collapses onto my chest and pulls out of me. We lay there, body to body for a moment.
"I love you, I fucking love you." I say, as I pull him closer.
"Ah, don't worry, I do too."
"I love you, but we're not fucking on the carpet again."
"I agree, that was rough--sorry babe."
"Whatever, I didn't know."
We laid there for what felt like several minutes, before we got up and cleaned ourselves off. When we showered, I gave Jayce a thank-you-but-let's-stick-to-the-bed blow job. Jayce and I have little to no refractory periods, so we could literally have sex for hours straight if our sex drives would let us; I was able to play cumslut in the shower due to this.
Afterwards, we dried off and went straight to bed, naked. I was too lazy to put my underwear back on. As we curled up, he wrapped his arm around me and gave me a kiss. We fell asleep in each other's arms. When we woke up the next morning, we continued our trip and had a wonderful time.