Diana Henderson - date night with hubby.

I checked my phone for the hundredth time today - still nothing. I knew my husband was only ten minutes late, but I was still worried. He would text me even if he stopped for a minute at the store when going home, and today we had this whole date night planned a month in advance and he says nothing? That was very unlike him… I sigh. Well, there could always be something wrong with his phone, I guess. It felt awkward to just stand there outside a fancy restaurant, but that was the only thing I could do. I took a moment to check myself out - I REALLY dolled myself up for today. Tied my naturally curly hair in a neat updo, to give more attention to my face, radiating because of professional makeup work. Got my makeup professionally done for the first time in years, wanting to look perfect. I was wearing my new red strapless dress that perfectly hugged and enhanced my natural curves. I looked sexy as hell - my work as a teacher rarely gave me an opportunity to show off my body, so dressing up like this was always a highlight of the night. I knew my hubby would love this outfit… and especially what’s underneath it.

I was just about to check my phone again, when I heard someone approach the restaurant. I looked, and there I saw him.

Socks and sandals. Cargo shorts. Green t-shirt with some gold symbol i didn't recognize. Short and unkempt blonde hair, glasses with absurdly thick lenses, a round face full of pimples… and a mustache, thick and dark. Looking at it made my head spin for a moment. Before seeing it I could not recognize this man, but now I knew - this was Jeremy, my dear husband. How did I not recognize him before?

He came up to me, slowly, shaking as he went, looking me right in the eye. “H-H-Hello?” he said, his voice trembling and high-pitched. He sounded so scared… was he really that worried about getting late to our date? I felt so dumb for getting angry at him earlier.

“Hi Jerry! Glad you could make it!” I said, trying to sound as positive as I could. I leaned down to kiss him - he was so short, I almost had to fully squat down to connect our lips. He was taken by surprise, as he tried moving away for a second - but he quickly embraced me back, kissing back and hugging me. I expected a butt grab like he likes to do, but he held back - good. Even if it’s flattering, I don't want us to stick out in front of a fancy restaurant.

“Jeremy!” I yelped. “Leave that kind of stuff for later… for now, let’s get to our table. I'm starving.”

I grabbed Jerry’s hand (it was extremely sweaty) and we started walking to our table. The place was amazing! It took us a while to get a reservation here, as it was a very popular place - but I already felt it was worth it, just looking at it. Everyone dressed all fancy, a live piano performance…. something that you really don’t see that often. I just hoped we wouldn't stick out as middle class people…

We arrived at our table, which was in just the most perfect spot, right next to a small water feature. We both sat down and checked the menu - I ordered the cooked duck with roasted potatoes, while Jerry ordered chicken nuggets and fries from the kid’s menu.

“Say, Jerry, why didn't you call me back or say anything about going late?” I asked while we waited for our food. “Not that it bothered me, i was just curious.” He wiped his face with the table cloth and answered me. “W-well, you see Miss- i mean, wifey, my phone, y’know, broke.” He said, looking around in panic. I smiled. “Honey, you don’t have to be worried, I told you I'm not upset! How did it break? Was there a glitch, or something?” i asked him further, wondering if the phone could still be fixed. “I dropped it in the toilet while taking a dump.” He answered, fear in his eyes. Okay, I should get off this topic… I decided to ask him about something more pleasant.

“Okay, so how about work? Was everything alright there?” “YES!” He said immediately. “Yknow, work was… work. Doing things. Making… things. Talking. Y’know how it is.” I nodded. I did in fact know how it is. “Well, how about you then? Had a good day teaching?”

I sighed. “Could be better, I guess… nothing interesting. Another history test, another time I'm getting annoyed with my students for not knowing anything. Just like every day, I suppose.” Jerry asked further. “Was it all that happened today? Was there nothing else… unusual?”

“Well… that one kid I told you about recently. The one they held back? He tired hitting on me again. I don’t think he understands how inappropriate that is.”

“a-and that kid… what do you think about him?” my husband probed me further. He was never that interested in my work before. Happy to hear he is so invested in my job.

“Eh, nothing special. He’s smart, excelling greatly in math, physics and chemistry, but nothing else really. He’s eighteen, but he keeps acting so childish. And he rarely takes care of himself! Always dressing in clothes with holes, or smelling… I just hope he gets his act together someday. He’s a good kid, if a bit strange.”

Jerry looked as he was going to say something else, but then the waiter arrived with our food. He poured us both a bottle of red wine - hubby’s eyes went wide as saucers when he poured into his glass. He almost immediately downed the drink, splashing the red liquid all over the table. I laughed. Jerry was such a slut of wine.

The rest of the evening went nice. We spoke about our days, our plans… well, mostly i spoke. Jerry was just listening and nodding, but I didn't mind. His work at a power plant must be very tiring. I understand that he may be too exhausted to talk, and I didn't mind to vent my feelings to him. That’s how marriages, and all relationships work, after all. Communication.

After we finished our food, I got us both an uber and we went home.

Not sure if it was all the wine or just the pleasant atmosphere at the restaurant, but I was really looking forward to the end of our date.

******

As we entered the house, I pounced on my hubby almost immediately. “Wow, you guys have a PS5-humph!” His speech cut short as I started sloopilly kissing him. The kids were at mom’s for the night, so I could be as bold and loud as I wanted. I assaulted his mouth with my tongue, dancing all around his mouth, while my hands groped his manly, firm buttocks. His hands meanwhile stood stiff and glued to his sides. After a minute of this I broke off my kiss, a trail of saliva forming from our mouths. The look on my hubby’s face was priceless, looking at me as if he wanted to devour me here and there. Such passion in his eyes, it made me feel so much hornier. I licked my lips and grabbed his hand. We walked to the master bedroom, clacks of my heels and plaps of his sandals echoing through the empty house. I turned on the moody lights I prepared before I left. Hubby looked at them, a big grin on his face. I grabbed his face and turned it towards me. “Well, honey. I hope you like what’s under the dress as much as i do.” Saying that I slowly unzipped my dress, letting the garment seductively fall to the floor. The lacy lingerie did its work, Jerry’s jaw dropping as if he was seeing me for the first time. “C-can i touch them?” I nodded and unclasped my bra, letting my girlies hang free. Jerry wasted no time, leaping at them. My gosh, in our twenty years of marriage I never saw him this eager! He was assaulting my tits like a maniac, groping, squeezing, pinching. “Ouch!'' I yelped as he forcefully pulled on my nipple, but he didin’t stop, repeating the same with the other breast. Then he started sucking on them, but I had to forcefully push him away as I felt him bite on one of them! That was gonna leave a mark, fuck…

I pushed him on the bed, sitting him down. Despite his frantic actions, i tried to make it more atmospheric again, putting on my best seductive whisper voice. “Now now, baby, not so fast. Let me pamper you a bit first…” I started kneeling down before him. As slowly as I could, I undid his belt and gently pulled off his cargo shorts, revealing a… surprisingly dirty pair of tighty-whities. I tried to ignore the disgusting sight and pulled them down - and a wave of smell hit me as I did. My eyes watered as an intoxicating air of sweat hit my nostrils. When was the last time my husband took a shower, god? This was disgusting, mood souring, and… manly. Yes, this was a really manly odor, i thought as put my nose on the sweaty ballsack and WHIFFED. Oh fuck, that’s the stuff… well, back to the routine. I grabbed Jerry’s shaft. It tasted different than the last time, but it was so wonderful. I started slowly sucking the thick cock, but only after a minute i felt hands grab my head. I heard a loud grunt above me, then…!

Shot after shot of thick, virile seed hit me as Jerry deposited his load. Normally I would spit it out, but he held my face firmly in place as he came, forcing me to swallow if I wanted to breathe. Fuck, did he stop his fruit diet of something? His load was thick like custard and tasted in a way I can’t even describe. I lost count how many ropes he shot, but he finally let go of my head and slumped down on the bed. For a moment I wanted to scream at him for acting so rough and weird, but when I looked at his face full of bliss, I just could not be mad at him. He was just eager for our date… I can't be mad at him for that! But I can be mad for not getting me off…

“Well hubby, you had your fill, now’s the time for mine.” I said as I climbed on the bed. Without further ado, I sat right on his face. I rhythmically rocked back and forth, rubbing my pussy all over his face, feeling his rough mustache scratching my clit. Then my husband joined, again ruining the mood. He started eating me out like a total novice, without any technique, simply slobbering his tongue all over my slit. It was poor, but still did the job, as I felt myself getting close. After some time of this I felt my walls clench - I threw my head back and let the orgasm take me, spasming and releasing juices all over my husband’s face.

I always loved these moments, simply letting myself go during sex, not trying to be sexy or pretty, just releasing these pure emotions from my brain. This moment didn't last long however, as I felt myself getting pushed over. I laid on my back, looking at the figure above me. There was a moment, a second where I could not recognize the person before me, and I felt this intense terror… but then my hubby readjusted his mustache and those thoughts disappeared.

I could see that his cock was at full mast again. Even though I just orgasmed, I felt this deep need to be filled. I spread my legs open and beckoned him to come closer. He positioned himself between my thighs, ready to thrust… and paused, looking around the room.

“H-hey, shouldn't I, erm, use protection?” he asked. I shot him my signature “are-you-fucking-serious” look. “Why would you? It’s unnecessary after your vasectomy.”. I answered. Slowly, he smiled a wide, devilish grin.

And then he pushed himself into me.

I screamed and my whole body stiffened as he pushed his cock inside. Fuck, was he always this big? I swear I could feel his cockhead hitting my cervix! He plowed rougher than ever before, extremely fast and hard, pushing the whole weight of his body into each thrust. I could not protest as slammed into me with such power that the whole bed creaked. It was painful, but so, so good~! I could not hold myself back, I started screaming from the rough pleasure, the sound of my vocalizations adding to the echoing sounds of our sweaty bodies slapping together. Just as I was losing control of my body, grunting like an animal, I felt myself slipping mentally too. I could not focus on anything other than the intense pleasure. I looked at the face of my husband, his expression like nothing I had seen before. There wasn’t any passion, any feelings. There was just need and lust.

This wasn’t lovemaking, this was pure fucking.

He fucked me hard. he fucked me without any care how it feels for me, only caring about getting himself off. He fucked me like a slut that only task was pleasruing him.

And i fucking loved it! After 25 years of loving marriage, of loving dates and sex, this was exactly what I needed. I threw myself back on his hard cock, wanting to feel it even deeper, wanting it to be buried to the hilt with every single thrust. With my last functioning brain cell I noticed my hubby going faster and faster. I knew what it meant. I grabbed his back, digging my nails deep into his skin, and I locked my legs together, forbidding him from pulling back.

PLAP!

“I LOVE YOU!” i screamed.

PLAP!

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” i screamed again.

PLAP!

“i l-love you too, Mrs. Henderson!” my husband screamed too.

SPURT!

My toes curled. My eyes rolled back. My mouth unleashed the most animalistic grunt a human could produce. The only thing I could feel in my body was the intense heat of the load getting deposited into my womb. Shot after shot, each causing us both to moan. When my husband got off me, I glanced towards my pussy - I could see an insane amount of cum leaking from my cunt, soaking the already damp bed sheets. I don't think I ever saw ANYONE cum this much. And the liquid looked so thick, so sticky… I didn't know it could have that consistency even without any swimmers.

Oh shit! The feeling in my body returned, and I finally felt the damage of our intense session. Everything ached, everything was sore. Holy shit, I hope this doesn’t give a mark, I have work tomorrow! But before I could really recover, I saw my husband stand up again, his dick fully hard again. I couldn't even react as he flipped me over on my back. As I felt my asscheeks getting spread open, I used all my remaining energy to bite down on the sheets.

This was going to be a long fucking night.