I am a sexually starved woman whose husband never stayed home or paid attention to my needs except the financial ones. A stay home wife because of my husband’s insecurities as well because we didn’t start out this way, I had my career going and all. My husband knows very well that I have quite the high libido but chose to just ignore and focused on his businesses alone, would only have sex with me when it is time for a baby and we only have two who are now grownups!
I chose to turn to sex toys which had been doing great and keeping me sane but you know, nothing beats the feeling of a man close to you. I kept quiet and I stopped complaining, I separated rooms with him as I had gotten used to his absence.
Just last month, we had to change our gateman because the previous one had to leave to start his own business. The new gateman is so stunning and well behaved and well spoken and tall and fair and has good posture. Even as I tell this story, I am wet again.
Curiosity made me leave the mansion one night to check him in his quarters and I found him bathing, with the bathroom door open because he wasn’t expecting anyone and what I saw, was humongous to say the least. I was transfixed as I watched him panic and started struggling to cover his dick with a small towel. I saw as the wet, big dick was flipping and flopping against his thighs and I got weak in the knees as I started drooling.
“Madam, I am sorry, I no know say you dey…” I didn’t let him finish as I knelt in front of him, gently took his failed attempt at covering his dick away, and covered it with my hungry mouth. No words spoken, very little resistance, I knew I was good to go!
I got him hard and the way he gently called “madam…” as he rocked forth and back turned me on the more. When I was satisfied with the hardness, I stood up and pushed him on the bed, removed my shorts and sat on his dick, my pussy was already extra wet so there was no need for external lubrication. “Geezzz… after all these years I got to fuck a sweet big dick again.” Those and more were my words as I rode forth and back, up and down on his dick that filled me to the brim.
He turned me over and fucked my doggystyled, to a point where I started screaming, not for mercy but for him not to stop, I loved how the dick thrusted in and out of my hungry coochie, and I wasn’t the one inserting stupid sex toys; this was a real dick, of a real man, pumping in and out of me, ever so sweetly.
We came together and I invited him into the main mansion since my husband was and still is away for the next 3 months.
There has to be a man of the house, right?
