Lazy Saturday with a Book

 

It is a wet, rainy Saturday. The week was another long and busy one at work, and you finished doing your chores around the house, so you just want to relax. You aren’t sure what to do. You’re tired of playing games on your phone or looking at computer screens. You could watch a movie on TV, but that’s just another screen. You are tired of screens.

Looking out the window, you watch as cold rain covers the street and yard with small streams and puddles. If you were a little kid, you could put your boots on and grab a poncho, but it’s been decades since you played in the rain, and don’t really feel like getting wet.

On the bookshelf by the wall, you see the book that your “other half” bought you for Christmas. One that you wanted but really didn’t have time to read. “It’s not another screen.” you say aloud as you pick it from the shelf and sit on the couch.

It’s a fantasy adventure novel written by one of the female authors you really enjoy. In the introduction, she writes “This is a standalone novel, but it has the same setting and references some of the events and characters from my other novels, but you shouldn’t need them to enjoy this. So, pour a cup of tea, fix a snack, grab a blanket, and welcome to my world.”

With the book still in hand, you walk into the kitchen to put on the kettle for some herbal tea.

“What are you making?” your husband asks as he comes in too, carrying a laundry basket and putting away the freshly laundered kitchen towels.

“I’m in the mood for some tea, and maybe a snack. Is laundry almost done?” You ask as you search the cupboards for cookies or chips.

“I have the colors in the dryer, a load of whites in the wash, and as you see, I’m putting away the towels.” He says as he shifts the basket on his hip.

You find an already open box of cookies and put a few on a paper plate. “Ok. I’m just going to read for a bit.” you say setting the book down next to it.

“Yay! I almost thought that you forgot about it or that I got you the wrong book.”

“No, my Dear, we just always seem to have other things to do.” you respond as you sniff a couple of different tea boxes, looking for something that will go good with the cookies.

You feel him kiss your cheek, “Ok. maybe I’ll sit down and read too, after I put these away. The dryer will take a little less than an hour, so…”

“Ok. Whatever.” you absentmindedly say as you grab a coffee mug and drop in a tea bag.

After filling the mug, you breathe in the warm herbal aroma. It helps remove the chill that you didn’t realize you had. Grabbing the cookies, the book, and the mug, you sit down on the couch. The crocheted throw your aunt made is on the back, and you pull it over across your lap, covering your legs.

Now that you are comfortable you begin the first chapter.

A dozen or so chapters later, you are surprised at how adult this book is. This isn’t the first of her books that you have read. Those you bought years ago, when you were still reading YA fiction, and you vaguely remember hearing something about how some YA authors had shifted to writing more “adult themes”. You didn’t expect this to be so “spicy”.

As you read the slow detailed descriptions of the main characters embracing. Then disrobing and caressing, licking and kissing, riding and thrusting, until they are exhausted and satisfied. You feel a familiar warmth spread through you. Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is damp.

You were so engaged in your story, you never noticed your husband sitting on the other end of the couch. He is curled up facing the opposite direction from you, reading some espionage thriller. His sock covered feet almost touching yours.

For a second you compare the author’s description of the male warrior with your loving husband. Arms that you want embracing you, lips that you want kissing you, and a shaft that you want filling you.

You take a sip from your mug and realize it’s empty, and so is the plate of cookies. “I must have been deeper into this than I thought.” you say aloud.

“Hmmn, What’s that Honey?” he asks, not looking up from his book.

“Oh, I just realized I drank my tea, and ate the cookies.” You stand up and stretch.

“You must be enjoying your book,” he comments with a slight chuckle as he looks up, staring at your visibly hard nipples. “Maybe I should be reading it instead of mine.”

A wicked thought moves through your brain, and you get on top of him. “Maybe I should see how you stack up against a ‘barbarian warrior’.” You say pulling up his shirt. “‘Oiled, glistening muscles that held her like bands of iron’.” you quote, and you kiss his chest.

His warm skin and soft hairs feel so good on your lips as you kiss his pecks and work up to his neck. “What sort of book are you reading?” he laughs as he drops his book and takes his shirt off.

“The kind of book that puts me in the mood for this.” you say as you reach a hand into his jeans, grasping for his hardening dick. You kiss your way back down his chest and you lick and softly bite his nipple, as the heroine in the book did to the hero.

“Mmmmmm that’s different.” your husband says, but you feel him stiffening in your hand.

“I need your ‘throbbing manhood’.” you respond, unfastening his jeans, so it is free for you to use.

“Did they really say that in your book?” he asks softly chuckling.

You move down his body until you have it right before your face, gripping firmly in your hand. “Yes, that is one of her descriptions. As she talks about the main character grabbing her lover’s cock and sucking it so it’s hard enough for her to ride.” you say with desire in your voice.

“Something you know all about.” Your husband says with a smile as he shifts a bit, so he is lying on his back. You release him and his hard cock lies on against his belly.

“His manhood rested upon his rippling abs.” you quote as you help pull his jeans all the way off.

“They aren’t ‘rippling abs’, but..” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“You are always exactly what I want.” then you take his prick and slowly lick the tip. You enjoy oral, but right now with the descriptions in the book firing you up, you want to suck him firmly and then ride him hard.

“‘His thick, veiny cod was larger than she expected’.” you say in a breathless tone and then take it in your mouth, feeling it press down your tongue as you take him deeper. The speed at which you did this apparently surprises your husband.

“Wow, you really want it.” he says gripping the edge of the couch in surprise.

You enjoy the familiar feeling of it filling your mouth and going against the back of your throat. As you pull it out, all shiny with your saliva, you stroke it firmly. “‘She was filled with desire to have him hold her down and vigorously enter her over and over again’.” You say stroking it faster.

“Ok, let’s do it.” he responds as you let him get up.

You then bend over the couch, still wearing your comfy sweatpants. You feel him pull them down, along with your panties, and hold you against the couch. “‘Held down and entered vigorously’, you said?” as you feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy lips. One hand holds yours down, against the couch and the other presses on you lower back as he thrusts in quickly. “Uuuuhhhh. Mmmmm” you moan as you feel him entering you faster than usual.

It’s so different than his normal slow working in and out until he is all the way in. This time you feel his balls against your clit in one quick motion. His hands press harder as he goes in and out rapidly.

“‘His barbarian…. wildness…. fueled… his desires’.” you say as your husband fucks you with a wild energy he hadn’t done in years. “Yes…. Fuck me harder.” you say panting in pleasure.

He stops holding you down and grabs your hips, pulling you against him faster and faster. “Yes…. my wild….. barbarian….fuck me hard.” You say imagining the muscled hero in the book, savagely using you, as you are the strong heroine matching his intensity and bouncing back against him.

Pleasure builds up in you and you reach down to rub your clit. Rubbing it in small circles, you press down as you feel your husband thrust all the way in and hold it. He’s grunting and sweating as you feel him inside of you while your pussy pulses around him in pleasure. His cock throbs inside of you as he cums. “Yes!” you exclaim as your wave of pleasure moves through you too.

As much as you love sex with your husband, you rarely both climax together, but this time you are both breathing hard and damp with sweat.

He slowly pulls his softening member from you and leans forward kissing you. His lips feel so wet and warm against yours. “Is that what you wanted, Honey?” he says siting on the couch and pulling you on top of him.

“You are my hero and my lover. Everything I need.” you respond hugging him and kissing him.

“Should we clean up and get dressed? Or do you want to go back to reading your book with your pussy full of my ‘seed’?”

“Let’s wash up. Afterwards, why don’t you get something for dinner that fits my mood?” You say with a hungry tone in your voice.

“I don’t think they have pheasant or wild boar.” He says with a laugh.

“The story mentions grilled salmon and smoked herring.” you say as you pull off your pants and top, walking towards the bathroom.

“Ok, after we clean up, I’ll go the store and get some fish. Maybe they have some already made up.”

You turn and kiss him, “And maybe afterwards, I will be in the mood to reward my ‘brave hero’ again.” 
 “I can only hope.” He says hugging you firmly.

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