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Routine
by HAK (address withheld)

***

A routine evening with the girl known online as HAK. 
She spends some time with her husband. Based on true 
events. (MF, oral, rom)

***

Routine. I'm sitting in my favorite chair, too soft for 
my husband but it's perfect for me. Playing my DS. 
Stupid little game, trying to get my brain to match my 
body's tiredness. A million things going through my 
mind. Little things. Checklists. Did this or that chore 
get done? Did I remember to put gas in the car? What 
should I pull out of the freezer tomorrow for dinner? 
Routine.

And there's the smell. My husband. He's behind me. 
Smells so good. I pretend I don't know he's there, 
continue playing my game but really, I can't focus on 
the screen. I feel his breath on my ear and then 
there's a kiss on my neck, hot, wet. I shiver. I feel 
him smile against my skin and then he pulls away and 
says, "I'm going to bed, hon." 

This is the moment of our routine where I get to make a 
choice. Do I let him go to bed alone or do I go with 
him? So many questions rolled into that single 
statement. Was he just kissing me to be affectionate? 
Does he want to have sex? If he wants to have sex, will 
it be quick or slow? Do I want to have sex? A million 
little questions. Routine.

I got up and went to the bedroom with him. He's already 
taking off his clothes, getting ready for bed. No 
answers here. He smiles at me and flexes his muscles 
playfully. I smile. He's older than me and yet, 
sometimes, I see him as he was years ago, trying to win 
me over. I have to look away. I'm overwhelmed by my 
emotions. I start to undress, unbuttoning my blouse, 
taking my time, hoping that by the time I'm done I 
won't look like I'm about to cry. 

The blouse hits the floor and I shrug out of the straps 
of my bra, sliding it around so the clasp is in the 
front so I can undo it easier. I let it drop to the 
floor, thinking that I'll pick up the clothes tomorrow 
when I get up. My pants go down my legs, no underwear 
to worry about because I just didn't want to be 
bothered about panties that morning.

The smell. And then his arms are around me, pulling me 
tight to him, too tight. He's always squishing me like 
that but I never tell him. I like knowing he's stronger 
than me. It makes me feel feminine. And then I start 
thinking about that, about being defined by him. My 
mind is cluttered. Chaotic. I fight it and I start 
getting mad at myself. Then there's a kiss on my neck 
and then a bite on my shoulder and it's like a switch 
has been flipped. My mind goes black. There's nothing 
but what exists right now, what I feel right now.

He lets out a loud breath, turning it into a humming 
'mmmm'. His hands slide down my belly, rough, like 
sandpaper. It scratches me a bit, but I don't care. He 
whispers something I can't hear. I think he said he 
loves me. I feel him press against me, already hard, 
pressing into my back. Questions answered.

He picks me up and puts me down on our big bed. He asks 
me if I want the lights on or off. If they're on I get 
to see him. If they're off I don't have to see me. 
Questions. I tell him to turn them off. He smiles, 
always happy to do what I want. The lights go off and 
then he's back. The bed sinks when he gets on it and I 
feel like I'm going to roll into him. 

Then he's on me, pressing me into the bed, kissing me 
so gently on my mouth, his breath smelling good to me, 
his mouth tasting like mouthwash. Insecurities. Do I 
taste good to him? Am I still pretty to him? What if 
this is just routine? What if he doesn't like me and 
he's just doing this because he feels obligated? I'm 
glad the lights are off. I don't want him to see me 
cry.

He hears me breathing. I think he thinks I'm excited. I 
try to be. There's his mouth again, kissing at my neck, 
on my chest. He avoids my breasts because he read 
somewhere that's what he's supposed to do at first. I 
want to tell him that I want him to go for it now but I 
stay quiet. I don't want to ruin his mood. I imagine 
myself with a clipboard, all stern and scientific 
lecturing him. I smile. I'm feeling better.

His rough hands are on my breasts now. His hands rub 
against my sensitive skin and it feels good. He's 
kissing under my breasts, it tickles. I laugh and move 
a bit and he laughs in return and all the bad stuff is 
gone from my head again. I know it'll be back. He 
kisses my stomach and I suck in hard, startled by the 
feeling of electricity he just caused in me. I hear him 
laugh again. He's having fun. Maybe he does still like 
me.

His hands urge my legs open and I let them go, letting 
him do what he wants. My hands run through his hair. He 
has soft hair. I like it. His mouth is very near my 
crotch. I can barely see him in the dark but I can feel 
him. My mind is already imagining his mouth on me, 
sucking, licking, his hot breath feeling like it's 
burning me. He's either teasing me or wishing he could 
see me and trying to look in the night. I want to ask 
if he wants the lights on but I stay quiet.

His mouth is on my thigh, sucking momentarily hard, too 
hard for comfort but then it's gone and he licks me 
where his mouth was a second before. He kisses me on my 
inner thigh. I feel his stubble on my skin. Severe tire 
damage, the thought comes into my mind. I laugh and I 
feel him smile against me. He bites at me playfully and 
I yipe and squirm away a bit. And then there's his 
tongue. No warning at all. I freeze. It goes all the 
way up my pussy and I hear my breath catch and then I 
relax. He's kissing my other thigh.

"I love you," I say. He says something. I don't know. I 
can't hear him properly. I know what he said, though. 
His tongue again. He's pressing it into me, licking 
between my outer labia and inner labia. My favorite 
spot. I pull away from him at first, the feeling is too 
intense, but then I press up at him, wanting more.

He kisses me right over my clit and then licks me 
again, this time on the other side. This is going to be 
a quick one for me, I think, already feeling myself 
getting worked up. My hands tighten in his hair, the 
sign I give him for wanting him to move things along.

He kisses my clit again and then he licks across it. 
Hot, wet, intense. And then he blows on it and I think 
my brain just exploded. Wow. He does it again but it's 
not the same. And then his mouth is on it, gently, 
sucking on my clit just enough so I can feel him. Hot, 
intensely hot. And then he sucks hard and his tongue is 
working it. My mind is cluttered. Little thoughts try 
to start but can't. I try to think sexy things, can't. 
I wish it'd just go blank again.

I'm getting close. He knows it. He knows me. He just 
keeps on doing what he does and I just try to hold on. 
It's intense. I'm close. I feel my body getting ready. 
It feels like everything is rushing to my center, all 
my energy going there. I'm feeling tense. I feel it 
building. I'm going to cum. I keep thinking that. I'm 
going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum.

The world is gone. I'm on the edge of a cliff. I'm 
going to jump. That's what it feels like. It's built 
up, all my muscles are tight, I'm not breathing. Time 
slows down and yet I feel his tongue on me, going as 
fast as it can. This moment stretches on and on. It 
lasts forever. I love this moment. 

And then it breaks. I feel his hands on my belly, 
trying to hold me down so he can still lick me. I'm 
biting my lips hard. I think I taste blood. There's 
people in the other room, my kids are sleeping. Please 
don't let them hear. It passes and he's still licking. 
Oh my god. I push his head away and put my hand over my 
vulva. It's hot and my hand gets wet. I'm breathing 
hard and then he kisses my mouth. I taste myself on 
him. I feel his cock on me, on my leg. It feels wet. 
He's excited.

I grab him and I stroke him and I feel him breathing 
hard against me. I hear him getting ragged and I feel 
him twitching. He's going to cum. I want him to cum so 
bad. I love it when he cums. He grabs my hand and pulls 
it away and I feel his cock throbbing hard against me. 
He was close.

He kisses at my neck and under my chin and then he 
climbs on top of me and I feel him moving his cock over 
my pussy. He's going to fuck me. I know I'm probably 
not going to cum again but I don't care. I feel good.

He slides in easily and he pauses and he grunts. I 
smile. I feel good to him and I know it right now. I 
tighten my muscles around him and I feel him respond by 
pushing deeper into me. He slowly starts pulling in and 
out of me. It feels so good. He says, "You're so wet." 
I simultaneously feel sexy and self-conscious. Odd 
feeling. I push it aside. There's a cock in me. Focus 
on that, I think.

He starts stroking into me. It feels good, but I'm not 
going to cum. I don't try to. I push up to meet him, my 
breathing matching his. He tenses and lets out a loud 
grunt. It sounds like he's hurt but I know better. I 
feel his cock moving though his body is still. He 
collapses on me, exhausted. I can't breathe very well. 
I'm squished. I like it. He finally moves off of me and 
rolls over.

I reach down to the floor and find a shirt and press it 
between my legs, not wanting to mess the sheets. I lay 
there listening to his breathing, feeling loved, 
feeling needed, feeling happy. His breathing slows and 
becomes regular. He's sleeping. I love him. I reach out 
and I touch him. I'm not tired. I get up, put on my 
clothes again, and go back out and play my game some 
more. Routine.

END

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