Just. Stay. Quiet. [MF] | 2016

It’s been almost a year since I posted about my wife and I’s sex life, largely because both of our workloads increased and so we became a bit more vanilla. This isn’t the kinkiest sex we’ve ever had, but it’s stood out to me because it’s different than our usual. Hope you enjoy it! (For reference, I'm 5'10 and blonde while my wife is 5'3 with a blonde pixie)

My wife and I had recently bought a house, and despite what smut might tell you paint fumes and a ripped-up floor do not a sexy environment make. We’d spent the last few weeks painting and generally fixing up our new place. It was nice to have a yard for the dog, and more than one bathroom, but we hadn’t had much time for each other. I had been traveling for work and she’d been getting ready to graduate from professional school.

To make matters worse (on the sex front at least) our in laws had taken the week to come help us out. They are both wonderful people, and I thoroughly enjoy spending time with them, but my wife tends to be quite… vocal during sex. To sum it up, it had been weeks since we had been able to get even so much as a quick fuck in.

I woke up early on Wednesday, harder than I could remember being for a long time. My wife was next to me, still half asleep and laying on her stomach. I rolled over and kissed the back of her neck, my hand sliding slowly down over her t-shirted back to grab her ass. She stirred, and I gripped her cheek through the thin fabric of her panties, massaging the muscles where her butt met her legs.

My hand slid down between her legs, pushing her panties aside and feeling how wet she was. I grinned and she whispered. “My parents…” before I slipped a finger inside her and her next words were replaced with a gasp. My smile widened and I climbed on top of her, leaning forward to nibble her earlobe and reply.

“Then you’ll just need to be quiet, won’t you, slut?”. I call her a slut and she immediately becomes submissive. My finger probed deeper and she whimpered, nodding. I slipped my finger from inside her and began to pull her underpants down off her glorious heart-shaped ass to expose her dripping cunt to the warm air.

Normally we take the time for foreplay. Normally I would have kissed my way down her stomach until my face pressed between her legs and I was able to suck her clit and lick her pussy till she was crying out and tangling her fingers in my hair, grinding my face into her. Or maybe I’d lay on my back while she wraps her lips around my cock and works on deepthroating me. Not today. There’s no time, and we both need this in the worst way.

She’s so wet all I need to do is press my hips forward and slide inside, one hand supporting my body over her while the other clamps over her mouth, holding her jaw shut tight. She squeals into my palm, a sound that would have been a scream had I let it out. I pull back, thrust forward once again. “Just. Stay. Quiet.” I growl in her ear, each word accompanied by another thrust. Her hips buck, and just like that she cums, soaking the sheets beneath us. I release her jaw to adjust my hand, and she cries out just once. We both freeze, waiting for any sound that our guests have heard something. I clamp my hand over her mouth again, but this time she opens at the last second and bites down on my finger.

I growl, fucking her hard from behind as her teeth sink into my index finger like a bit on a bridle. It’s enough to stop her from making noise though, and her own fingers twist in the sheets. She pushes back in time with each of my thrusts and it’s not long before I’m at the edge of erupting inside her. I work my hand free from her mouth and grab her around the neck, growling into her ear as I start to cum. Jet after jet of it pours into her, and she bites the pillow to stop from screaming again.

Then it’s over. My heart is pounding, and we both wait in silence for any indication that we’d been heard. I kiss her cheek and roll off her, and she murmurs “Good morning,” panting as we both recover ourselves. Finally, heart rate back to normal, we rise from bed and pull on our clothes to head downstairs, hoping the in laws are none the wiser.