It was a lovely, warm spring morning. My husband, Michael, was attending a meeting at his corporate headquarters in Kansas City. He frequently travels for business and was due back this evening. When Mike's away, it gets lonely, but it's worth it for the life we're building together.  

To keep me company, I have Jack, our German Shepherd, and our cats, Freya and Bella. My best friend Sara visits, and we have a nice circle of friends. 

I'm Marisa, and I work online from home. We have a small ranch here in the Ozarks. With my grandmother's inheritance, we bought the place. Without the burden of a mortgage and with both our incomes, we were able to remodel the hundred-year-old rock-and-cedar farmhouse and barn. 

Michael has noted, and I must admit, that I am somewhat of an exhibitionist. With forty acres and quite a distance between us and our nearest neighbors, weather permitting, I often dress scantily, favoring revealing shorts with a bikini top. When indoors, I feel bold and sexy, often wearing only panties. That is much to the delight of my husband and frequently results in impromptu sex.  

Between my job and taking care of the ranch, there's plenty to keep me occupied. When time allows, I write erotica and publish the stories on Lush. My writing helps fill the void when Mike's away, and he supports it. My stories are often based on actual events. I mainly draw on my own experiences, and with my friends' permission, on their personal experiences as well.

So why Lush? Aside from the positive reactions to my stories, which is gratifying, I enjoy the interactions with the authors, my friends, and followers. Yes, I read the stories and have had fantasies and interactions that fueled arousal. 

So, back to my morning. Accompanied by Jack, I had fed the chickens, collected their eggs, let the horses out to pasture, and cleaned the stalls. 

It was Saturday, so since I had the weekend off, I had the rest of the day to myself.

Finished with the morning chores, I headed in to shower. As the water cascaded upon me, the warm rivulets running over my breasts, nipples, and over my smooth bald sex were titillating. Though aroused, I resisted the urge until I was back in the bedroom. 

A gentle breeze blew in through the open window, wafting across my body and bringing with it the scent of spring flowers. 

I stood before my vanity mirror, gazing at my nude form. Although fuller and more mature, my body remained slim, firm, and fit. My complexion was smooth, with no apparent signs of aging. I cupped my breasts and was pleased they were still pert and firm with no sag.  

Michael, my wonderfully handsome and fit husband, says I'm even more lovely and sexy now than when we met. I appreciate the affirmation, but as any woman will admit, we're our own worst critics. Along with Mike's praises, the attention and looks I garner from others when out remind me that I still look young and desirable. 

Feeling sexy and aroused, I got onto the bed and lay there naked and exposed with my legs spread. I brought my hands up, cupping my swollen breasts, and gently squeezed them. The nipples were twin hardened peaks, flushed hot pink with arousal. I pinched each nipple and rolled it between a finger and thumb, which elicited a moan of pleasure. "Oh yes!" I murmured as a warmth flooded my womb. 

I released my right breast and, with my free hand, danced my fingertips sensually down my belly, slowly drifting lower. Shuddering with anticipation, I ran my fingers along my slick labia, parting the folds, and slipped two fingers briefly inside. With my moistened fingers seeking my hard throbbing clit I gasp and shuddered as I began to tease it.  

I was in tune with my own body, taking delight in how deliciously wet I felt and how good I could make myself feel. I reveled in how my clit responded to my touch and the soft, warm sensations that spread through my body. 

I brought my other hand from my breasts and began to thrust two fingers in and out of my hot, wet depths. The other hand's fingers went from circling to rubbing my clit. 

My whole body was trembling, and my juices were flowing. The air in the room grew hot and heavy as the warm, delicious sensations began to build. "Ahh, yes," I murmured. 

I didn't want the feeling to stop, and could feel myself on the edge. To keep the feeling going as long as possible, I slowed my thrusting fingers and lightened up the pressure on my clit. Extending the pleasure, I continued to caress my sex, both inside and out. 

The smell of my arousal permeated the air. My whole body was tingling and on fire. The glorious feeling spread throughout my body, and I could feel my orgasm starting to build. 

A moan escaped my lips as my pussy began to spasm. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh fuck!" I yelled, arching my back, plunging my fingers hard and deep within as I furiously rubbed my clit. I writhed and bucked as the waves washed over me, my pussy pulsed, and my body quivered. 

"Oh God!" I wailed. My cries sounded throughout the house. I was lost in the throes as the orgasm continued to roll in waves for what seemed like ages. The spasms continued, leaving me quivering.

As my orgasm slowly ebbed, I looked down at my hands, and the fingers were covered with my essence. Feeling incredibly wanton, I slowly licked my fingers clean, enjoying the intensely aromatic, sweet, and savory taste. 

I lay luxuriating in my post-orgasm bliss and was startled out of my euphoria by Freya and Bella jumping up on the bed. They curled up alongside me, purring contentedly. Jack appeared and lay at the foot of the bed. 

The gang was all here except my husband. I glanced at the clock; it wasn't quite noon, and Michael wouldn't be home till six or so. Time enough for a nap. 

Sated, and with my furry companions snuggled up around me, I had a final thought as I drifted off to a blissful sleep. How grateful I was for the life I shared with Michael and the path our journey together had taken. 

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