Sexy Short Story: The Good Stuff

The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI. Enjoy!

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It had been three months since Irene Mason had sex. It ended up being the three longest months of her adult life. She’d been with her boyfriend-turned-husband, Ezekiel “Zeke” Mason, since her junior year of high school. And after they first had sex during spring break that year, they became very fond of all all things intimate, affectionate, and even lurid. Irene had surprised herself by how much she enjoyed sex. And the more she and Zeke did it, the better they got at it.

Even after nearly ten years together, they still made love regularly. They made it a point to do it once a week. But they had to stop for three whole months while Zeke worked remotely with a film crew in Europe on a movie while she remained in the United States, working an investment firm. They called and texted each other regularly. Irene even sent him a picture of her in lingerie to remind him of what waited for him when he got home.

That still didn’t make the wait any less agonizing. Even lonely nights with a vibrator weren’t cutting it anymore. Irene needed sex. She needed to make love to her husband. She needed the good stuff they did when they just tore each other’s clothes off and went at it.

Finally, on the day he got back, Irene was almost too restless to plan anything. She didn’t think she could wait that long. She didn’t even know how tired Zeke would be when he got home. But as soon as he walked in the front door, arriving at just a few minutes before midnight, he threw his arms around her as eagerly as she did him.

“God, I missed you,” Irene said, her eyes filling with tears.

“Me, too,” Zeke said.

Their lips met in a heavy kiss. Hands roamed and their tongues began to swirl. The kissing and lasted nearly a full minute as they stood there in the foyer. Then, just as Zeke began to pull Irene’s shirt up her torso, he felt her unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.

“Upstairs. Bedroom!” Irene said.

Zeke didn’t protest. He scooped his wife into his arms and carried her upstairs. Their lips stayed glued together as Zeke carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. After laying her down on the bed, he swiftly stripped her down to her underwear, fully removing her shirt before taking off her shoes and jeans. While Irene slipped out of her bra, he messily took off his own shirt, pants, and sneakers. Now in just his underwear, He got right back on top of her, kissing her again.

The kissing, touching, and groping escalated quickly. Irene wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close. They both moaned. Her hips bucked and she could feel the growing bulge in his boxer briefs.

“I can’t wait any longer!” Irene gasped.

“Me neither,” Zeke said.

Irene lifted her butt off the mattress and slid off her panties. Zeke followed her lead and yanked off his underwear. His cock stood straight up, hard and thick, as he knelt between her thighs. Irene reached down and began stroking it with one hand. She used her other hand to caress his balls.

“So warm. So soft,” Irene sighed.

“You feel so good. I love your hands,” Zeke groaned.

“You feel like you want me. Are you ready for me?” Irene asked.

“Yes!” Zeke said.

Irene pulled him closer. “Then take me. I need you!”

Zeke moved over her and guided his cock into her pussy. He entered her slowly and they both gasped at the sensations that followed. Irene bit her lip. She let her head fall back on the pillows and she moaned loudly.

“Oh god, yes!” Irene groaned.

Zeke pushed all the way into her and held himself there. His arms wrapped around her and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Irene’s hands stroked his muscular back. As their mouths stayed locked together, Zeke slowly began to thrust. Irene let out a low, throaty moan and squeezed his cock.

“Mmm, that feels so good!” Zeke moaned.

Zeke thrust into her again, harder and faster than the first time. Then he did it again. He was soon pounding into her hard and fast, three months of lonely nights venting in a focused outburst of desire. Irene moaned and whimpered. Her body shook and she tightened her hold on him.

“Ah, yes! Don’t stop!” Irene groaned.

Heeding her cries, his pace increased. He kept thrusting into her. The pleasure grew stronger. His hips were moving so fast that they were practically a blur. Irene’s moaning became a little higher pitched. Her hands were clawing his back.

“I’m…getting close,” Zeke whispered.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Irene begged.

Zeke was going to climax soon. He wanted her to climax with him. With his hips still bucking against hers, Zeke snaked his hands down her body and pressed a finger against her clit. Irene’s eyes widened and she began to scream. He could feel her walls clenching and her body was shaking.

“Ohhh!” Irene wailed.

Zeke came right as Irene did. Her toes curled, her back arched, and she moaned in delight as his hot seed poured into her. They kissed as they came together. He was still inside her and holding her close when they both finished.

“I love you so much,” Irene whispered.

“I love you, too,” Zeke said.

“It’s so good to have you back,” she added.

“It’s so good to be back,” Zeke replied.

They kissed again and then Zeke rolled over and pulled her into his arms. Irene smiled as she lay there, her head on his chest.

“Welcome home, babe,” Irene said.

“It’s good to be home,” Zeke said, “and with you…sharing this…the good stuff.”

“Mmm…the good stuff. I missed it too!”

And with that, Irene and Zeke’s dry spell was over.