“They Call Him Mr Fire Cock”

“Look what I got at the store!” I said to my husband who had his nose buried in his phone, reading.

“What?” he grumbled without even looking up.

“This!” I said, shaking a box at his face hoping it would make him look at me.

That did the trick. He looked up.

“What is it?” he asked.

I smiled, “It’s an orgasm enhancer. I found it in the store and thought it would be fun to try.”

“Oh,” he grunted, “You have fun with that.”

I threw my hands up. Here I was talking about orgasms and how to enhance them and he was more interested in his book than getting it on.

“Um, it says it’s for both of us. It’s a cream that I put on and makes me feel warm and tingly which should make things feel better for you too,” I explained.

“That sounds nice,” he said, totally engrossed in his book.

This was silly, I was done with indirect. Time to take matters or his cock in my hands and tell him what I wanted.

“Listen,” I said as I grabbed him through his jeans and started rubbing, “I am going to put this on and then after the 10 minutes it says to wait, we are going to have sex… so get ready.”

He looked up at me and I bit my lip because in all the erotic novels the girl is always biting her lip so it must be a turn on and then I walked out of the room.

I went to our bedroom and tried to make the room look less like a room of parents with four kids and more like a red hot love nest. I shoved laundry under the bed trying to hide it from view. I removed the booby trap of Legos one of our sons so nicely placed at the end of our bed. I straightened up the sheets a little bit and then I went into the bathroom to get myself ready.

I read the direction on the package, again to make sure I knew what I was doing, and applied the cream to myself rubbing it around my clit and labia just like it said.

Then I sat down and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It’s not like I was expecting four men to appear with vibrating tongues but I was expecting to feel something. I glanced at the clock… only 2 minutes had passed. I told myself to just wait, the package had said the effects would take some time but I was tired, I want to get this show on the road, get my orgasm and then sleep.

I decided it was time to go get my man.

I shed all my clothes, lit our ‘sex candle‘ to add  some romance and walked into the living room.

“Hello there, lover” I said in my best sultry voice.

Thankfully, my husband looked up from his book, probably because I don’t have a sultry voice and I sounded like a mix between Barry White and one of those screaming goats that’s been all over YouTube, but none the less he looked up at me.

“Hi there naked, girl.” He said.

I really wanted to grab him and run to our bedroom because it was cold standing naked in the living room and we have no curtains on our windows so since it was dark and with the lights on in our house, the neighbors where getting a free show but I was going to let my inner sex kitten out to play.

As I walked over to the couch, he set his phone down. I smiled and bent over to kiss him, long and hard and with just a bit of tongue. I slid my hands down his chest and smiled when I got to his jeans.

“You’ve been thinking about me,” I said.

“Um, yeah. You did say sex,” he answered and with that he pulled me down on top of him. My naked body pressed up against his clothes.

“Oh!” I said as his jeans brushed against my clit.

“What?” he said as he kissed down my neck.

Oh… Umm… your jeans just feel really good,” I said, “I guess that cream must be working.”

He smiled and kissed me harder, pulling me into him more.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said taking my breast into his hand.

“OK, yeah!” I said breathlessly.

He walked across the house and I sprinted to our room. I threw back the covers of the bed and lay on it spread eagle.

“Come and get me, big boy!” I said half joking, half serious. My husband just shook his head at me but got up on the bed anyway.

Soon there were hands everywhere. I could now feel the heat of the cream between my legs and I was begging to be fucked.

He opened my legs and slid in. The feeling was amazing and I could tell my orgasm would not be far behind. This cream was the best $9 I had ever spent.

“Oh you feel so good,” I said, arching my hips to make him hit my favorite spot.

“Mmm…” he said.

“Yes, baby. Yes!” I said matching his movements, “You are so good.”

“Hot…” he said.

“Yes, hot!” I echoed. Oh this was hot, hot and tingly. This cream was awesome.

“Oh my…” he began.

“Yes, Oh my… Baby!” I interpreted.

“NO!” he shouted at me, pulling out, “My cock! My cock is on FIRE!”

“Yes, I know. You have the best cock. It’s on fire.” I said, trying to put him back inside me.

“No!” he screamed again and jumped off the bed running into the bathroom again saying, “Holy fuck, my cock is on fire… It feels like it’s gonna burn off.”

“Huh?” I said, so confused.

“I have to get this cream off of me. That cream in making my cock feel like fire,” he called from the bathroom.

“Oh,” I said, “b-b-but I wasn’t done.”

“Well, I am” he said. “I am washing this off and then starting a band called ‘The Flaming Roosters’.  Then when we get big and some reporter asks where we got the name, I’ll have a story to tell.”

I laid my head down on the pillow and sighed. Since Mr Fire Cock was done, I’d just have to take matters into my own hands.

Buried With Kids About Buried With Kids

Jen is married and has four children, including a set of triplets, which means she either doesn't understand contraception or math. She's a busy mom with an inner sex kitten that she lets come out and play between loads of laundry and solving the latest sibling fight. She's also pretty good at explaining why 'vibrating rockets' are not for children to the children.

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Comments

  1. LOL, good story. It reminds me of the time this girl I was dating put one of those breath strips in her mouth for the “extra” experience and went down on me. Holy crap did that burn. Like your husband I was running for the bathroom for something to douse the fire.

  2. And that story right there is why I love the internet.

    That and for goats screaming like humans.