30 Days: Nov. 6th (Patreon)

Dear David,

Excuse me for getting all sappy but, I love you!  Oh how I love you!

My challenge today, or yesterday to you, I never know how to refer to it, anyway!  My challenge today was a really special one.  One that I had been thinking about for a long, long time.  Way before this challenge or even meeting you.  Today I touched myself.

I already knew just what I was going to do today.  This time I let my body and not my head make the decision and I knew it had to be this.  Reading these novels and watching those videos and having to be around you and not…express myself like I want to, it was all too much for me.  As you know I was raised to believe that self pleasure was a sin.  I was told that Jesus was watching me even in the dark.  Well, if he was watching me today he sure got an eyeful!

I was feeling all flushed as I watched you get up and ready to leave.  The scary anticipation was killing me!  Ha ha ha!  I thought for sure you were going to notice something was off.  The moment you headed off to work I undressed and slipped into your side of the bed.  It was still a little warm under the blankets.  :)  And it smelled like you too.  It was so nice and cozy.  After taking some time just to enjoy being surrounded by your essence I re-read an extra spicy scene that I had bookmarked special for the moment.  As I read I denied myself my touch, as always, but this time when I set the book down I closed my eyes and just let my hands do what they wanted.

I touched myself.  Not like in the shower.  I bottled up my shame and touched myself for pleasure.  I touched my lips and my neck.  I touched my legs and my stomach.  I clawed up my inner thighs getting oh so close to my yearning womanhood.  Then I groped my breasts.  It felt good.  My nipples were so erect and sensitive.  The whole of my breasts so eager to be squeezed.  And then I touched my pussy.  It felt so good, David.  I rubbed myself in that way that you touch me that I like so much.  Then I just kept rubbing and touching and squeezing.  My whole body felt like it was on fire and it started to move all on its own.  I writhed with the pleasure that coursed through me as your warmth and musk enveloped me and your handsome body played in my imagination.  You were inside of me and all around me.  As my pleasure reached its climax I even put a finger inside.  I gave myself an orgasm!  Can you believe that?  And it wasn’t wicked at all.  It was natural and wonderful!

I am writing this just moments after doing the deed while the good energy is still flowing through me.  I worried I might chicken out writing this if I waited until the morning.  But I knew that I simply had to share this moment with you.

Oh my dear husband.  Thanks to you I have come so far.  Not just with this challenge but with everything.  You broke me out of the chains of my past and have helped make me into the evolving, exploring, expanding woman that I am today.  And I love you for it.  Thank you for convincing me to take this challenge and making myself a better and braver woman.  And thank you for being you.  I love you!

Your wife,

Sarah

(P.S.:  While I don’t believe in most of that religious mumbo-jumbo anymore I have to confess that doing this on a Sunday and thinking about Jesus watching me as I did it made it all feel extra sinfully yummy.  I am becoming such a naughty girl!  He he he.)

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I sit in the kitchen staring at the letter as one particular word stood out from the rest.  Pussy?  She actually used the word pussy?  A week ago that would have been akin to dropping a racial slur for my prim little spouse!  And as I stared at the word the soft, pink folds of what it represented take shape in my mind which lead seamlessly on to imagining the rest of her full, nubile body writhing in the throes of passion in the place that I was about to lay my head down.  Oh my God!

Normally Monday morning I am dog tired due to the disruption in my sleep schedule on Sunday but after reading that I was as full of vigor as the boner suddenly tenting my pants.  My fatigue forgotten my one and only thought was of walking in on Sarah as she did the thing in the letter.  I would tear the blankets away and finger her myself before eating out her sweet pussy then fucking her hard and fast. I could hear her high wails and the clap of our flesh and feel heat of her soft body and the smell of…

“Hah!”  I shake my head and pull myself from my fantasy.  “Jesus.”

As I read it again I am simultaneously incredibly aroused by the image of her masturbating, touched by her words to me as well as impressed by just how far she’d come so quickly.  We weren’t even a week in and she was already fingering herself.  I could not help but wonder just where this journey would take us.  Another word that stands out in the re-read was ‘videos’.  Plural.  Did she watch another porn?  I look up at the ceiling in the direction of the office.  The answer would likely be in my history if I dared to look.  With as horny as I was during all this and after six days without release I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.  Sarah might be going strong with her challenge but my resilience was beginning to falter.  My balls ached for relief and my thoughts were restless and dominated nearly all the time by erotic ideas, images, and urges.  I was starting to think that doing our separate challenges on the same month might not have been such a good idea.  I wanted to hold out at least as long as Sarah did, which deep down I thought would have happened already, but with each passing letter the task became harder.

Just then I catch a whiff of…no!  It couldn’t be.

Bringing the high grade paper to my nose I run it beneath my nostrils and take in a slow, deep inhale.  Pussy!  I could smell pussy!  It was extremely subtle but I swear it was there.  That signature sweet, earthy, slightly molasses aroma of Sarah’s tight, pink cunny.  She did say that she wrote this letter immediately after jilling herself off.  The fingers still damp from her sex had held this paper.  Whether knowingly or not my wife had perfumed this particular message with her own fragrance.  And it drove me WILD!

“Oh fuck.  That’s just not fair.”

The more I thought about it and smelled it the more I believe that this was no accident.  She had purposely sealed her smell inside of the envelope to leave as sexy surprise for me.  Naughty girl indeed!

Nov. 7th