My Husband And I

Five years ago, on the eve of my wedding, my mother gave me some advice. It was given light-heartedly, a twinkle in her eye and a glass of champagne in her hand.

By all means be a good wife. But, if you want to have some excitement and a lot of fun in your marriage, then be a better mistress. Keep a man guessing and you'll keep him at home. There was no details, no explanation. None needed. I understood.

My husband, Jerry, and I don't do the things I'm about to describe all the time. If we did they would become predictable. In any relationship, if you know what's going to happen, predictability can lead very quickly to boredom. The worst word in anyone's sex life. These are things that are done on a whim, when the urge takes us, or just because we're feeling horny.

Occasionally, I've woken Jerry up with a blow job. He's returned the favour but I find waking up with a head between my thighs a bit scary. It makes me jump! I much prefer him arousing me by kissing my nips. I've cooked a meal in just an apron and heels. Been dressed as a prostitute when he's arrived home from work , leather skirt, fishnets, heels. And negotiated a price before we had sex. And insisted he paid me up front. Dressing as a schoolgirl, uniform, white ankle socks, navy blue knickers, was a bit of a disaster. I wouldn't let him touch me below the waist and I'm afraid he ended up cumming in his pants. Now, I'm a lot naughtier. We've had lots of phone sex. I've sent him upskirt videos at my desk at work. And more explicit ones when I'm home. In the summer we do it outdoors. It's not just the sex. The whole thing turns us on. The excitement of knowing what we're going to do. The drive out. The finding a place to do it and of course that added danger that we might get caught. Almost, but not quite so far. I've had my head out of the car sunroof watching a beautiful sunset while Jerry has done the business with his tongue. And sat on his cock to come again. (you'll have to figure this one out for yourselves) After a boozy night, in a friends apartment, we did it in the lift. Down, up, up, down, up, down. I was terrified and came every time the doors pinged open. Thankfully, there was no one there. But I wouldn't do it again. On a boring five hour train journey to Edinburgh we played cards to pass the time. On a whim, my deal, I dealt one very fast which fell on the floor. When he bent down to get it I open my legs as wide as my skirt would. He seemed to be down there an awful long time. At a neighbourhood BBQ I whispered in his ear that I wasn't wearing any knickers. As afternoon turned to early evening I swear to god I could see steam coming out of his ears. We got home a lot faster than we arrived and did it, desperately, in the hallway. Good job I'd remembered to take them off before we left the BBQ. I'm not brave enough to go commando. Keep a man guessing..... Jerry's wild for stockings so I always give him a quick flash when we're going out somewhere. It drives him mad.

So, there you have it, just a small description of our sex life. I hope you enjoyed reading this. It's not really a confession because I don't think I've done anything wrong. If it's turned you on let me know in the comments. Writing it down has certainly turned me on.

Jerry will be home shortly. What should I do? Maybe I'll let him 'catch me' using my vibrator!