Invigorated

Elena felt like she had a sudden spring in her step. Even if this last attempt to make dinner was a disaster, she felt like she had the world in the palm of her hands; at least dessert had made it through though. "I guess it's take out again tonight!" She relented. She swept from end to end of the kitchen, cleaning up the rest of the mess she had made from dinner. She was moving enough, she was starting to work up a sweat. Without giving it much thought, she slipped off her shorts and shirt. She headed back to the sink and worked on what remained of the dirty dishes.

Elena couldn't help but feel distracted. Without realizing it, she had been washing the same dish over and over. Arda was coming home soon and she couldn't wait. Sex with Arda used to be explosive; he would take her as soon as he would walk in the door, tear off her clothing, throw her onto the bed like a rag doll. After ten years of marriage, their intimate moments felt more robotic and predictable: bland missionary on Saturdays which had left her somewhat unsatisfied. Now, she couldn't get the thought of sex out of her mind. She dreamt of surprising Arda when her came in, pulling down his pants, and giving him the blowjob of his dreams, swallowing every last drop of cum she could. She squirmed in her panties, relishing the idea of his thick load splashing across her tongue. She would take him this time, throw him on to the couch and fuck him until he gave her his load again and again.

Her tight pussy hadn't been stretched out by his big dick in forever. She NEEDED that dick.. she felt her nipples poling through her shirt in taut anticipation and her clit rub against her panties. "Where is he!?" She exclaimed to herself. Barely seconds later, she heard Arda's car pull up.