1. Spicing Things Up

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I didn't even take my bra off. The straps dig into my shoulders and I adjust them as Miles puts his boxers and t-shirt back on. We look at each other for a moment, but don't say anything more.

Later when he's scrolling through Twitter, I just stare at my blank phone screen. Miles and I have been married for four years, and I love him with all of my heart. He's everything I could ever want.

Tall, dark, and handsome, funny as hell, caring, compassionate, and even good with power tools. And me? I'm his ideal match.

On paper, and probably even to our friends and family, we're a perfect couple. But there's only one problem. Our sex life is boring as hell.

It didn't always used to be like this. Miles glances over at me. I blush, not realizing I'd spoken those words out loud.

Nothing, I murmur. But then I think about it more. When did we become that couple that just does missionary sex once every two weeks, if we're lucky? What happened to the wild, drunken nights when we fucked in the shower, on the floor, on the kitchen counter?

When was the last time I reached into the nightstand for a butt plug, cock ring, or blindfold? When was the last time I did anything but stare at the ceiling as Miles thrusted in and out of me for a few minutes? Yeah, we're busy with work, but that shouldn't be enough to dull our shiny sex life.

It's time for something new. Miles, I say looking at him, at his handsome face furrowed as he reads some Twitter thread. I want to have good sex again.

He casts a sideways glance at me. What we just did wasn't good. My face says it all.

He laughs and puts his phone down. Okay, I get it. What did you have in mind? I stall when I realize I hadn't gotten to this part.

After a moment, though, my mind whirs into motion. The possibilities are endless. We're still young and relatively flexible, and I'm sure if we try, our minds can be just as dirty as when we started dating.

Let's start tomorrow. I have an idea. Miles always sets three alarms.

The first two are meant to be slept through. The third one means that if he doesn't get up now, shit's gonna hit the fan. Usually I'm able to ignore the first three alarms, mumbling a sleepy good morning to Miles once the third one rings.

Today though, I force my eyes to open when his phone first begins to chirp. I suppress a yawn and try to blink myself awake. This morning, I'm on a mission.

As Miles continues to snore, I carefully climb out of bed and slip out of my oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Quietly, I open a drawer and pull out a sheer, soft pink satin teddy. Putting it on, I slip into the bathroom to apply my best lip-plumping gloss and a few dramatic swipes of mascara.

Shaking my hair over my shoulder, I spritz some perfume onto my collarbone and then look into the mirror. Damn. I'm pleasantly surprised by how hot I look.

When was the last time I put this much effort into my appearance before 8am? I glance at the clock. Five minutes until the second alarm goes off.

I'm making good time. When I crawl back into bed, it's not back into my spot, but gently onto Miles' legs. I straddle them, my knees on the mattress, and pull down his boxers.

His cock springs free. Miles… I whisper as I wrap my fingers around his cock. He mumbles and stirs a little.

Miles… I murmur again, as seductively as possible. This time, his eyes open. He mumbles.

Then his eyes widen as he takes in my appearance and my hand on his dick. Right away, I feel him start to harden. I say, my hand starting to slowly stroke him.

Let me wish you a good morning. He's fully hard in a matter of seconds, eight thick inches in my hand. Miles moans as I spit in my hand and continue to stroke him, lubing him up a little, preparing him for the main event.

You like that? He nods. Well, then you're gonna love this.

Keeping my hand at his face, I slip his cock past my glossy lips. I can't remember the last time I gave him a blowjob, and I'm immediately turned on. Why don't I do this more often? Encouraged by the soft sounds Miles is making, I take him as far into my mouth as I can and then slowly pull my lips up his shaft.

I take a moment to leave the tip with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste of him. Then I swallow him down again, hollowing out my cheeks, licking the shaft as I go. When I pull back up, agonizingly slowly, Miles moans.

I smile, planting a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. Good. I take him as far down as I can a few more times, my mouth slow and wet and warm on his dick.

When his moaning increases, I take that as a sign to pick up the pace. Faster now, I bob up and down on his cock, my lips wrapped tightly around it, savoring his scent and taste and how his thighs twitch beneath me. I begin to pump my hand in tandem with my lips, milking his cock with my fist and mouth.

Soon, Miles is moaning even louder, his body jerking as he approaches his orgasm. Yes, baby. I murmur, my hand pumping him faster and faster, his cock dripping with my spit.

Come for me, baby. Come for me. I want you to come on my breast so that I can keep it on me all day.

Covered in your cum, I won't wash it off, babe. I'm yours. With a groan, he orgasms and I aim his cock so that his warm load splatters onto my chest.

I'm so fucking turned on as I massage the cum onto the top of my breasts, moaning at the stickiness on my fingers and at the sounds Miles is making, still post-orgasm. When I lay back down next to him, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, Miles stares at me. I grin.

Is that an upgrade from our usual? When I go to work later, his cum still on my chest. My pussy is pounding with anticipation, thinking about what we'll do next.

you.