30 Days: Nov. 12th (Patreon)

With an infuriating yet electrified normality Sunday passes by like any other.  After breakfast at my parents place we hung out for awhile to catch up with them and play a few hands of bridge.  My meddling mom, as always, leans on us about having kids and we, as always, explain to her our plan to pay the house down by at least half before taking on the extra expense of a family and, as always, she and Dad just chuckle and shake their heads like wise old gurus and tell us that no time is a good time and that whatever time that it did happen was the best time.  In other words, the usual.

From there we headed home, had some lunch, did a bit of tidying up, then I was off to my nap as my long work week was starting again already that night.  All the while the churning currents stirred up by Sarah’s last letter roiled just beneath our placid surface.  I’m not sure how I appeared on the outside but my wife carried on as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.  With that sweet, innocent poker face Sarah was waisting her time on bridge when she could have been cleaning up at the casino.  Only a handful of times did I catch her eyes linger on mine for just a second too long or see the flash of a nervous smile before she could hide it.  And in those brief instants where the mask slipped, never had she looked more beautiful, or alluring, or drop dead sexy to my smitten gaze.  For the time being my own wife had become forbidden fruit, and that drove me wild.

When I wake I discover the house empty and quiet.  I search for my wife but in the end I find only two letters waiting for me.  One in a familiar fancy envelope and the other scrawled on a notepad.  The second one read: ‘Out with Tonia.  Have a great night!  Love you!’.  And the first…

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Dear David,

Okay.  My last challenge was kind of…nasty.  Please don’t judge me!  Oh my God I’m blushing and I haven’t even written it yet.  Okay.  Let me just get it out there.

I stuck a finger in my butt!

I told you it was nasty.  Don’t you make that face!  I just know that you’re making a face right now.  I know it’s dirty but I had to get creative.  Listen, the only time I had to myself was that half an hour that I went downstairs to ‘vacuum’.  Not that I am complaining.  I wouldn’t have missed one blessed minute of the time we had together yesterday.

I was downstairs thinking hard about what kind of naughty thing I could do in a short amount of time.  What came to mind was something from those dirty videos on the internet.  It seems that guys really like sticking there thing into the wrong hole.  And judging by the girls reactions they didn’t seem to mind.  The first time I saw it I couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing!  I thought, why would anybody ever want to do that?  But then I kept seeing it.  Remember that scene I told you about with the butler and the lady of the house?  Yep, right up the butt.  Since it seems a pretty common thing to do (people are so nasty!) I thought, why not give it a try?  I needed a new challenge anyway.

With the vacuum running in the living room and you upstairs I snuck into the downstairs washroom.  Feeling like a darned fool, and a filthy one at that, I bent over the sink and reached back to try it.  At first I just kind of touched it.  It was sort of spongy and really tender to the touch.  Then I poked at it, which really did nothing.  And then as I stared straight into my own blushing face in the mirror I pushed my middle finger into where the sun don't shine.  It was AWFUL!  It did not feel good at all.

But I remembered the dildo experience so I regrouped and tried again another way.  Taking a dab of aloe vera gel I smeared it on, made myself relax, and slid my finger in again.  This time was much better.  It didn’t feel good exactly, but it didn’t feel bad either.  Honestly I think the best part of it was how naughty something so nasty and taboo made me feel.  Looking at myself and seeing a bad, bad girl staring back at me I slowly began to work my finger in and out.  As I did I let my imagination wander.

Needless to say after spending all day with my Papa Bear you were foremost on my mind.  I dreamed that it was you inside of me with your finger or your penis or even your tongue.  I know!  So filthy!  I don’t know why but it was that last one that I really lingered on.  I imagined you doing to my bum what you sometimes did to my coochie with your mouth.  And from there all I could think about is your mouth on me all over the place.  It really got me into the moment let me tell you.  By the end it was actually feeling kind of good.  Most of it was psychological but even physically I was really starting to respond.  Unfortunately I had to call it quits just as it was getting good.  I think I might try again someday but with my vibrator on my pussy.  I think that might be nice.  Needless to say I cleaned my finger and back side (a lot!) and in the end there was no mess or stink or anything.  It wasn’t the greatest thing but it was way better than I ever imagined it would be.

Ohhhh how I wished we could have made love when I hurried up to bed afterward.  And when I saw that little bump you were trying to hid under the covers, David, I nearly threw Naughty November to wind right there and then.  It would made the day just perfect.  But soon enough.  The month is nearly halfway done.  Can you believe it?  The time is just flying by.  Oh, I can’t wait for December!  Maybe we could try some of this stuff together?  He he he!

I hope you have an amazing night at work.  I made you an extra special lunch for tonight.  (I made a batch of my homemade brownies.  Surprise!)  It’s in the fridge.  Thank you again for a most lovely weekend.  Be it ever so humble I wouldn’t trade our days at home together for anything else in the world.

Your loving (and occasionally nasty) wife,

Sarah

Nov. 13th