My absolute insatiable need to go feral on my husband [FM]

Yes, this post is going to be gushing about how happy I am in my marriage and how much I love my husband. I don't care how it comes across. I'm really happy and want to share.

Also, hormones are a hell of a drug.

I'm about to spew some Emily Oster data because she's the only woman my husband might love more than me. Do you know what the top relationship complaint is after having a baby? It varies by gender. Women say they don't have enough help with childcare and men say they don't have enough sex.

Those two things are connected, btw. I don't feel like explaining why but it should be fairly obvious.

My husband and I do not have these issues. When my sex drive came back it came in full force because the animal part of my brain apparently wants me to continue to reproduce with this man. Having a hot husband and cute baby is a damn conspiracy.

We are not going to reproduce again btw but it's a fun urge to indulge.

He refused to touch me for months because I had a very traumatic birth and he was terrified of me getting pregnant again. To be fair, these fears were not unfounded as I almost died on that table. However, after he had a vasectomy, I got my IUD back in, and we went to lots and lots of therapy sessions, we have returned to our regularly scheduled programming. I feel like a teenager again, except now I have a house and husband.

I just want to fuck him all the damn time. I got wet the other day when he raised an eyebrow and asked if he wanted anal on his birthday.

He's never been into that, but sometimes it's polite to offer.

It's worth noting that watching his love of fatherhood is the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. I didn't think it was possible to love him more than I did before. I am fully aware this is also a hormonal thing, but watching him has healed something I didn't know was broken. He even kisses my c-section scar regularly "in gratitude" for what I did for the family.

He's just such… A man. A fucking responsible, engaged, and attentive man. This phase of life looks good on him.

It should also be noted that pregnancy is vulnerable as fuck. It's statistically when women are most likely to be murdered and cheated on. That's a fun data point I wish I didn't know going into that specific journey. We also eventually we just stopped having sex because I was just exhausted all the time and sick. Part of me worried a piece of us would die through the process and I didn't know if we could get it back.

It's hard to imagine someone finding you sexy after they've seen your guts on the table and blood on the floor. That's without the weight gain, mood swings, and the irrational need to watch Publix commercials on repeat and cry. Pregnancy is a wild ride.

My husband does still find me attractive though. I know this because he gets hard if I even look at him a certain way.

This is how you have sex after a baby. You love each other, support each other, and take in those vulnerabilities without judgment. Validation and shared responsibilities go a long way.

All this is to say, we've been fucking like animals. I've always thought my husband was hot and very skilled in bed, but I've never felt the compulsive need to jump in the the shower or get on my knees and blow him while he's making coffee.

I suppose that's where this story starts.

I woke up to all of the morning chores done and the house reset. He had even made me breakfast and was working on a fancy coffee drink.

So yeah, of course I got on my fucking knees.

It's not like he gets a reward for being a fully functioning adult and parent, but it feels good to have an unexpected burden lifted. My energy has to go somewhere and he was looking very good with his disheveled morning hair.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I got on my knees and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down.

"I want your cum in my mouth," I smiled from the floor. I actually wanted it on my face, in my hair, AND in my mouth, but I didn't feel like talking anymore.

"Now? Jesus, V. What has gotten into you?"

"You. I'm really into you right now," I mumbled as I took him into my mouth and put my hand around his base. I started slowly, taking breaks to make long strokes with my tongue and swirl around his tip. He threw his head back and let out a stream of air as he gently played with my hair.

I got wet watching him like I always do. I love the way he starts shaking and throws his head back and forth.

Then comes my trick.

There's a magical vein at a certain spot with a lot of nerve endings. I've sucked and licked plenty of balls in my life, but in my experience this is more effective and pleasurable. Sometimes I'll lick it when I'm about to rim, but striking it does the trick.

Be warned though, that's a VERY sensitive area that not everyone enjoys. Even with my husband I got very slow and work up the intensity gradually.

So yeah, I stroked behind his balls which made him gasp and fall forward slightly. That's when I opened my throat and let him slide all the way inside of me. I started going harder, faster, deeper, until I could feel him on the edge. He choked and gasped for air before whispering he was close.

Of course he was. I know what I'm doing. I was always great at sucking dick, but this particular dick has become my speciality.

I love the way his cum tastes in the morning. It's so full and almost sweet. He filled my mouth quickly and I held it for a few seconds before I swallowed. I smiled up at him as I licked him clean with long strokes of my tongue. I love the way he watches me when I do this.

"That was the best blowjob of my life," he said with a satisfied smile.

"You said that two days ago."

"That was the second best."

Side story: when we first started dating he didn't really get my brand of sex. I once begged him to jerk off and come in my coffee and force me to drink it. He looked horrified and that's when I learned my definition of "vanilla" was a little different than his. We've found a balance. He's happy to pull my hair and spank me when I need it so rough I can disappear into it, and I'm happy to look him in the eye while we both orgasm when he needs the connection. I think sexual compatibility is 90% communication.

He was in a great mood that morning. Blowjobs turn grown men into children on Christmas morning. I've never seen an unhappy dude who just had his dick sucked.

Which is why I like it. He makes me really happy and I like that I can do that for him.

He asked if he could return the favor but I actually turned him down. I was super turned on and wanted to carry that with me throughout my day. I told I'd rather torture myself and then jump his bones after work.

We did share a few dirty texts during the day which were fun, especially because his "dirty talk" is kind of adorable. I'll tell him I'm still thinking about his cum in my mouth, and he'll say he's going to light candles and romance me.

He delivered though.

The moment I walked in the door he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. I smiled as he pulled up my pencil skirt and started rubbing my clit through my underwear. He pressed against me, already hard, so I started rubbing him through his pants. He shuddered and moved one hand to my breast and squeezed.

"I want you," I whispered. "I've been thinking about it all day.

He put his mouth on mine and went deep with his tongue. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled gently, which only set him off more.

"I need you," he announced as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "We have fifteen minutes left of nap time and we have to make the most of it. Start undressing."

I also love when he gives me orders. It's honestly rare if we're not getting rough but he can surprise me.

I managed to get my blazer and blouse off as he carried me upstairs and threw me on the bed. I pulled my pencil skirt and underwear down and reached for his shirt. He shook his head and told me to touch myself.

Jesus fucking Christ, right? What am I supposed to do? NOT fuck him silly?

I started playing with my clit and let the pleasure build. He could see it on my face and his eyes lit up. He very slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His eyes didn't leave me as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it off.

"You can spank me with that if you want," I offered.

He grinned and shook his head. "Not this time. I just want you to feel good."

He climbed on top of me and slowly kissed down my body, starting with my neck and moving to my collarbone. He stopped at my nipples and took one in his mouth while he fondled my other breast. He squeezed it so hard that I moaned and squirmed beneath him. He shook his head and held me down so I was trapped.

"I really want to make you feel good," he whispered as he got lower and started kissing across the scar at the bottom of my stomach. I love the way he does it so slowly from one side to the other.

"I want you to put me on all fours and fuck me so hard I scream," I shot back with a smile.

Hes great at giving head, but sometimes I just want to get fucked, you know?

"That's what you want?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"More than anything."

With one hand he flipped me on all fours and lightly slapped my ass as he pulled his pants down. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him so he could slide into me.

I love the way he fills me.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he grabbed my hair and went deeper. He was going in and out, torturously slow.

"I need it," I whimpered as tears sprang to my eyes. "Please go harder."

He loves it when I need him. Sometimes when he's fucking me I'll just melt and leave my body.

He sped up until the entire bed was shaking and hitting the wall. I lowered my head to the mattress and bit the sheets to keep from yelling out. I was crying by then as my whole body pulsed and tightened. Every stroke was taking me deeper until my body felt like I was vibrating.

"You're close," he announced, almost to himself. "I love the way you feel when you're close," he said again with a gasp.

I tightened around him as I climaxed and pounded the mattress over and over with every wave. He threw a hand over my mouth so I could scream into it and kissed my neck gently as I finished.

In one, quick motion he flipped me on my back and pushed himself back inside of me as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close. He put his mouth on mine and I grabbed his face to keep him there. He put his hands on my breasts and played with me as he thrusted in and out. I was still sensitive and tingling from my orgasm with full body spasms. I moaned into his mouth and he went harder.

He finished inside of me with a final groan and laid on top of me for a few minutes as he kissed and trailed his fingers up and down my body. He found my scar again and kissed it gently one last time and then hugged me as he buried his head into it. I played with his hair and smiled.

"I love every part of you," he whispered as he closed his eyes and breathed me in.

I like us like this. It's some of my favorite moments. He's always kind to me but it's almost like a compulsion after sex. I know he loves my body because he's incapable of lying when we're in these windows. He's so genuine it warms a part of me I didn't know was there until I found him.

"We have to get up," he finally said, breaking the moment.

"Is it weird that I want to fuck you again like right now?"

"What is up with you?" He chuckled. "You've always been insatiable, but you're on a different level lately."

"I don't know. It's just… You. You're such a man."

"Was that ever in question?" He laughed as he gave my scar a final peck and then got up to start dressing.

"Of course it was never a question. I'm just saying that I like you in this phase of life. It's so hot."

"You're turned on by watching me in the throws of fatherhood?"

"Don't make fun of me and my postpartum brain. Seriously, can you go again?"

"V, you have to give me a break. We fucked three times yesterday and twice now today."

"It must be awful to have a wife who wants to fuck you."

"It's a hard burden to bear but I do my best."

"I could put you in my mouth again. Would that help?"

"You are not making this easy," he laughed. "We can have morning sex tomorrow but I'm spent. I have to get dinner started. If you're going out tonight I have to feed you."

Such a fucking man. Like a real life, sexy man who likes taking care of us. It's so hot to feel safe and taken care of.

We didn't wait until morning.

When I came downstairs later in my "going out" dress his eyes lit up a little.

"I haven't seen that one in a while," he mumbled.

"That's because I was a whale for nine months."

He smiled and put his arms around my back. "You were never a whale. You were beautiful."

"Oh stop. I was disgusting."

"Hey," he said a little more seriously. "Don't talk about my wife that way. I have literally never found you not beautiful."

"Maybe you have a hormone that's making you forget labor. I was not pretty on that table."

"You want to know what I honestly thought? Like really? When I was scared out of my fucking mind, right before you passed out, I had this thought that you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."

I usually have a confidence that is borderline pathological, but pregnancy shook me to my core. I've needed this validation and I appreciate that neither of us gatekeep compliments.

Another fun fact is that I compliment his penis every time I see it. Like, I really go off about how much I love it. Sometimes I gush a little too much about it, but he doesn't seem to mind.

So yeah, of course I attacked him.

I ran to him and threw my hands around his neck and kissed him so deeply I could feel him come alive. I ran a hand down his chest and slowly moved it until I was rubbing his crotch. He groaned slightly and gave me a pained smile.

This man is a trooper. I've been fucking feral for weeks and he really does try to match my libido.

"God damn it," he said as he turned me around until my hands hit the wall. He pushed my dress up and tore my thong down. He grabbed my ass so hard I groaned and mumbled something about how my dress wasn't playing fair. He pulled his pants down and pushed himself into me so quickly that I gasped at the sensation.

"Is this what you wanted?" He panted as he thrusted hard and quick. I could feel his whole body jolt as I tightened and whimpered.

"God yes," I moaned as I made a fist and banged my hand against the wall. "Put me on the counter."

He turned me around and moved both hands under my ass to lift me onto our kitchen island. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him toward me again and again.

I couldn't get enough of him. It wasn't enough that he was in me. I needed all of him.

I ran my hands across his back and pushed my breasts against his chest. I needed as much of him on me, in me, and against me as possible. I scratched his back and bit his earlobe as I felt myself building. He threw a hand over my mouth as I started screaming and let me pull him into me faster and deeper.

"Look at me," he whispered.

My eyes met his and I watched something in him snap into place. I bit his hand gently and he watched his body shudder.

I threw my head back as I came. I smiled as I felt him finish inside of me and pull me in for a hug. He kissed my cheek and leaned back with a grin.

"I don't suppose you're seducing me to avoid going out, are you?" He asked.

He knows me well. I've had a hard time going out lately. I find myself just missing home.

"I didn't seduce you. I came down in a dress."

"It's your sex dress. You wear it when you want to have sex with me."

I scoffed at that. "I do not. I believe YOU believe that, but the truth is you just like this dress so we always fuck when I wear it."

He lifted me and placed me on the ground. "You're going out."

"If I stay home I can suck your dick again."

"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it is physically impossible for you to get me off again."

"Want to bet?"

"V… it's going to fall off."

"You're being dramatic."

"I'll make you a deal. If you go out tonight, we can get super rough tomorrow?"

"How rough?" I asked with a hint of suspicion.

"You won't be able to sit down."

That got me out of the house.

Sometimes I feel like I do a disservice because our marriage isn't perfect. I broke down crying when I got home because everything was clean, and through a flood of drunken hormones I told my husband I didn't feel needed.

My point is that we have had many issues adjusting to parenthood. I was actually very concerned our passion would die, but something deeper has grown between us.

My husband likes to say that this part of us is always good. If anything, I think there's more of a spark now than we had at the beginning. He can spank my ass until it's red and then soothe our baby back to sleep. And yes, that is fucking sexy. That's a damn man.