By nine o’clock they’d all gone. Ryan and Chantelle off to university, and Brad off to work. This was ‘me time’. While having another coffee I was going to relax for at least an hour, and then I was going to do the housework.
It wasn’t long before I was thinking about Ryan and his girlfriend. Another night like that would be too much to bear. Something had to be done about it, and soon, before I went mad.
I’d already tried masturbating while they were performing. I’d got a lot of pleasure from it, but when it ended it left me frustrated, even when I’d climaxed. I didn’t want my fingers on my clit, I wanted a cock deep up my pussy.
There was only one thing for it, as difficult as it would be, I was going to have to speak to Ryan!
In the evening, I got an opportunity to do that because the two of us were alone in the kitchen. I knew what I was going to say because I’d spent all day rehearsing it. I was nervous, but I managed to compose myself before speaking.
“What you and your girlfriend do together in your bedroom is of no concern to me, but please keep the noise down. Sometimes you’re a bit loud.”
I’d expected it to be awkward, perhaps even embarrassing, but it wasn’t. I’d said it casually, without any tension in my voice, and he’d calmly replied with, OK. It was as if the topic of conversation was trivial, as if I was asking him to turn the volume down on the television in his room. It felt as if a weight had been taken off my shoulders. When, two days later, Chantelle was again staying the night, I wasn’t worried.
It started with them giggling, and then whatever they were doing must have turned sexual, because Chantelle was moaning. When it suddenly stopped, I smiled. Ryan must have told her to keep the noise down. I was pleased that my little talk with him had worked, but why hadn’t I done it sooner? If I had, on the first day it happened, then it would have nipped it in the bud.
I was drifting off when I heard them, and now there was no way that I’d be able to sleep. They weren’t just loud, they were the loudest that they’d ever been. I swore under my breath, and then I muttered, “Tomorrow I’m going to kill him.”
Eventually, after a long time, it ended with his girlfriend screaming out, “Fuck, I’m in it!”
I gave a deep sigh. When was the last time that Brad had given me a climax as good as that? I couldn’t remember.
My pussy was now wet, desperate for a cock, even a small one, but it was going to be disappointed. There was a yearning deep inside me that would only go away when I’d been fucked, and I might have to wait a long time before that happened. I looked at Brad, sleeping like a baby. Should I wake him up? No, it would be a waste of time.
It was another hour before I managed to get to sleep, and even then, the fire inside my pussy was still a raging inferno.
In the morning I was polite and courteous to everyone, but underneath my calm exterior there was anger and frustration. I wanted to take Brad by the scruff of the neck and shake him violently.
I’d then scream at him, “You’re my husband, it’s your job to keep me happy in bed.”