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Coming In From The Barn


This is a new story I wrote.  See if you can figure out who the two people are.  It's written in the first person, though not necessarily myself.

 

Coming In From The Barn

No matter how hard I tried I could never seem to wake up before him. I was always under the impression that a wife was supposed to be the first one up getting breakfast for her husband and children. However with him it never seemed to happen that way. He’d always been and early riser. I never really knew if it was because he got up to have his first cigarette in the morning or if he just wanted to get up and this morning was no exception.

I rolled over and reached to put my arm around his back and over his chest but as usual on these beautiful, summer mornings, he was already up. I lay there for a moment waking myself up and rubbing my eyes and thinking about last night and how quiet we had to be. The boys had school in the morning and we didn‘t need a 14 year old and a 6 year old wondering what they were hearing. He’d been so soft and so tender. He always was when we made love, but last night seemed as though it was entirely for me and not so much for him. Oh don’t get me wrong, he came and came hard as he’d always done, but he spent more time than usual making sure I did too.

I walked into the kitchen and picked up the boys’ cereal bowls off the kitchen table and took them to the sink. I began to wash the meat loaf pan from last night that I had left soaking in the sink. I looked out the kitchen window and saw the horses playing in the pasture across from the barn. One of our mares had come into season not long ago and it was becoming quite obvious that, come spring, we’d have a new foal to care for.

I looked passed the pasture toward the barn and saw him working. I watched him work a lot, probably more than he knew, or maybe not, he tended to know just about everything when it came to me. He walked back from the barn over to the saw horses and began to cut a piece of wood that I’m sure had some kind of purpose, though I had no idea what exactly that purpose was. I watched his arms as his muscles rippled under the muscle shirt he wore. He was already dirty, covered in saw dust, grass and just basically dirt from outside.

I busied myself with more kitchen chores to pass the time. I looked out the window again to see where he was so I could take him something to drink. We kept Gatorade by the gallon and sweet tea as well. I was raised that a woman makes sure her man is hydrated when he’s working and comes home to a good meal. He wasn’t in my view so I decided to wait until I had finished the kitchen and then I would take it to him. I passed the hallway and stopped to straighten a picture that wasn’t quite right on the wall.

In a flash everything went dark. I felt the blindfold tighten over my eyes and across my forehead. A bolt of fear went through me for a split second until I heard his voice. “Don’t move.” He ordered. His voice was deep and course and I started to get wet at just the sound of his voice. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He said.

“Much.” I thought. I never knew when he would want to play this game but I loved it every time we did it. Each time was more intense than the last. I struggled a little. I knew better than to disobey him but it made it so much better when I tried to fight against him. He tore the little t-shirt I was wearing off and over my head and dropped it on the floor, then his expert fingers unhooked and pulled my bra off.. He pressed his naked chest against my back, making me stay there and unable to move. Then he took my hands and placed them squarely on either side of my head against the hallway wall.

He kissed the back of my neck and my shoulders, knowing exactly where to kiss me to make my knees go weak. He found the little spots that cause me to get even wetter. I loved having the blind fold on. It heightened my senses so that I could feel everything he did but also so that I had no control at all, which of course is exactly what he wanted in the first place. His hands moved around me and his fingers pulled and twisted my hardening nipples. He paid special attention to the left one, which after this long, he knew made a straight line to my clit and nearly made me cum just at the roughness of his hands. I loved his hands, they were strong and hard and most of the time were calloused and usually dirty from something, but when he touched me, they immediately turned to velvet.

I felt the warmth of them as is palms grazed over my nipples. “Unnnnh.” I whispered feeling my body start to betray me.

He used his foot to gently kick my feet apart. He was rough, but not brutal. He knew what I liked and he did so well at giving it to me. He ripped off the little shorts I was wearing and pressed his hips against me. He was still wearing his jeans but he’d managed to make me naked in a matter of a few seconds. I loved being this way, all exposed and open and there for his pleasure only, at least for that moment. I knew he loved me, I never questioned that, but I knew that what would happen for the rest of the morning was strictly for him, and that was just fine with me.

I was getting wetter with every feel of his breath on the back of my neck. I tried to speak but he wouldn’t let me. I tried to protest because that was part of the game, but it didn’t work too well. The more I tried to struggle against him, the more he pressed his body against me, covering me and keeping me there. His shoulders were so broad and his chest and abdomen were chiseled from all the work he did outside. “Hush.” He said, in that deep, husky voice that made my blood boil when I heard it.

As he leaned over me, I could smell him. I loved the way he smelled. It was all hot and musky and manly with just a little hit of leather from the boots he always wore. His breathing had become a bit more ragged and I could feel how hard he was against my ass. His jeans were just loose enough to give him room to get hard, but as big as he was, soon the tightness of the jeans would start to hurt him and he’d have to take them off. Again, that was fine with me. I wanted to feel his hard cock against my small ass. His body covered mine and the massiveness of him made me feel controlled and overpowered and that was a feeling I craved as often as we could do this.

He moved his hands down from my breasts and over my flat tummy. I knew where he was headed and once he got there, he’d find out how wet I was and that would make him want to fuck me hard. I loved it when he fucked me. He lasted forever and when he did finally cum, he would cum so hard and so much that it was damn near impossible for me to keep it all so deep inside my pussy.

I felt his middle finger touch my clit and that and his ring ringer slipped inside easily because I was so wet. “Fuck.” I groaned.

“I said ‘hush.’.” He said. Not letting me talk to him was even worse. I was a talker. I loved to talk to him when we were like this. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to come, to hear him say he wanted to fuck me, to hear him order me to come when he wanted me to. Oh how he controlled me and how much I loved it. He was the man, I was the woman, it was my place to do his bidding.

The blindfold was still on and his fingers worked on my clit and continued to dip inside me. “Baby.” I pleaded, knowing he hadn’t let me talk yet. Talking out of turn got me a swift slap on my ass, which tingled and burned so deliciously.

He purred deeply and the feel of his breath on my skin and in my ear brought me so close to coming. He seemed to sense it and he pushed his two fingers in deeper, reaching and massaging that spot inside of me that sent me over the edge. I tried not to talk, but my body betrayed me and I had no choice. “Fuck me.” I whispered. “Please fuck me.”

“No.” He answered. “I’m the man, you’re the woman. You do what I say.”

“Yes.” I agreed. “Yes I do.”

He pulled his fingers gently out of my pussy and then pulled my hands back and criss-crossed them behind my back. He walked me back to our bedroom and pushed me down on the bed face first. He pulled my thighs apart and brought my open pussy back to his probing cock. I couldn’t wait. I felt him slide in deep. He wasn’t slowing himself to let me adjust to his size like he usually did. This was pleasure he was taking for himself and using me for what he needed.

It was everything I wanted too. I arched my back and tried to lean back against him so that I could feel the connection of our skin to each other and wrap my arms around his neck, but he wasn’t having any of that either. He pushed me back down on the bed and found his rhythm, fucking me hard with each push against me. In one swift motion, he flipped me over so that he could see me all wet and open and wanting him. Even though I was still blindfolded and I couldn’t see him, I could feel him. I could feel his hard, calloused hand grabbing my breasts and his hot mouth running across my nipples. He reached down between us and put his fingers on my clit. He massaged it a little and took some of the wetness from both of us and ran it across my lips. “Lick my fingers.” He ordered. I did. I sucked them. I sucked his fingers and took two into my mouth, mimicking the way it would feel when he put his cock in my mouth.

I loved fucking him and my legs opened wider. He was making me so hot and so wet that all I could do was arch my back and let him pound into me that harder. “Fuck.” he groaned.

He pulled his cock out of me and laid back on the bed. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and held it up. I hadn’t come yet but that would be later. Later on, he would take so much time to show me how much he loved me but right now was all about making him come and giving him what he wanted.

“Can I take…” I began, but he cut me off.”

“No.” He said knowing I wanted to take the blindfold off. “Not yet.”

“Alright.” I whispered, reaching for his hard cock. He was right though, not being able to see him did make it that much better.

“Suck my cock.” He said. And I did. I took him deep into my mouth and as far down my throat as he would go. I always tried to take him all but I never could. He was just too long and there was too much of him, but God how I wanted to.

I knew he loved it when I sucked him. He always told me how good it felt but I always wanted to make sure each time was better than the last time, but that was just my own insecurity.

He put his hand on the back of my head and drove my mouth down over his cock harder. “Suck it.” He whispered. I loved it when he ordered me like that. “Harder.” He said as he pushed my head down, almost choking me.

I sucked and sucked, harder and faster, my lips going numb from the speed of how fast I was going. His hips started to arch some and I knew he was coming soon. I wanted him too. I wanted to feel that delicious liquid from him filling my throat and then I wanted him to shoot the last drops of it onto my face.

“I’m comin’.” He said. And then he did. I felt it flow from him and fill my throat as I swallowed it down, but that wasn’t all. I ran my lips over his cock and then sucked each of his balls into my mouth. I took his hand and placed it on his cock so he could finish it and aim where he wanted on my face. “Unnh.” He groaned.

I felt the hot liquid land on my face and even on the my knows. One he shot so far, it landed on my forehead. He reached up and took off the blindfold. He was smiling at me with those dimples that I’d been gazing at for so many years. “Oh it’s you.” I teased.

He liked that and laughed a little through that beautiful smile that I loved so much for so long. I winked at him and reached for some Kleenex to wipe off my face.

“Gimme some.” He said.

“No, you wait right here.” I said. I got up and stepped over to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. I came back to bed and began to wash him off. When I finished I tossed the cloth over onto the side of the sink and laid down beside him, resting my chin on his chest and feeling his arm around my small back.. He lit a cigarette and began to smoke it. “I got work to do, darlin’.” He said.

“I know honey, I do too.” I said. “I’ve got some stuff to do here before the boys get home from school.”

We laid there just being together and being quiet for a while and then he got up and pulled his jeans and another muscle shirt back on and also his boots. He wasn’t one to stay motionless for any length of time. He didn’t like to sit still and even after making love, that didn’t happen. I got up and slipped on a pair of cotton pants and little t-shirt so I could get my housework done.

He kissed me and hugged me tight like he always did. “Will you bring me some tea?” He asked.

“Of course.” I whispered, putting my hand on his face. He smiled a little at me and then went back to work outside. I watched him walk out the bedroom door and heard the back door slam. I walked into the kitchen and fixed him a glass of tea. I looked out the window and there he was, back to working like he always did. I smiled and shook my head, wondering who‘s favor I‘d gained to get a man like that.



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