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The weekend at last, thought Helen as she logged off her laptop, collected her marking and switched off the classroom lights. After teaching for 5 years she still struggled to have weekends free from marking.
Life was hectic for Helen, at the age of 24 she had married Steve, who was ten years her senior. He worked hard, often too hard and the pressures of work had been multiplyed when Helen had fallen pregnant, although baby Emma was the most beautiful baby they had ever seen, things had taken a downward spiral since her birth.
Neither Helen nor Steve were in well paid jobs, and neither really had the time needed to bring Emma up. While on maternity leave everything had been fine, the bubble burst when they had realised Helen had to return to work on a full time basis, rather than the part time basis they had originally envisaged.
School work seemed never ending, arriving home at 6pm barely managing an hour with Emma before she was put to bed. Steve was working every extra shift he could to make sure they had enough to survive, no luxuries, just survival.
The extra Steve undertook and the amount of work Helen had to juggle had led to them spending very little time together. Helen tried to remember the last time they had had a nice meal together, the last time they had snuggled together in front of the TV, the last time they had slept together, not just shared a bed, but actually engaged in physical contact.
Helen had no intention of playing away, she loved Steve. The vibrator she had bought herself definitely helped, but sometimes she needed more. She was an attractive 29 year old now, short brown shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes, slim, although a small amount of baby fat didn't seem to want to budge and bubbly.
She was particularly happy that it was the weekend on this Friday, this was the first weekend that Steve and Helen were getting some time away together.
Arriving home, Helen grabbed the luggage and set off to collect Steve before finally heading off to the hotel for the weekend.
Amongst her luggage lay a little surprise, she had been and brought some new lingerie, a little black number, black lace, the material a mixture of see through mesh patches and darker material. After their meal they headed to their room, Helen casually slipped into her underwear, she admired herself in the mirror, although the small roll of baby fat still made her shudder she had come to accept that it was now part of her womanly figure.
As she returned to the room, Steve was fast asleep, the growl of his snores filling the air. Helen tried to wake him; he rolled over grunting as he did. Helen, disappointed, rolled over snuggling in close. She understood this was probably the first real nights sleep he had had in months.
Still in her sexy underwear as they woke, Helen casually ran her hand down Steve's body. Her hand gently grazed against his semi erect penis, she felt it twitch as she stroked him again, hard and ready she gave one more stroke before feeling it erupt on her hand.
Steve, a little embarrassed, rose quickly to shower. The speed of his ejaculation over shadowed the rest of the day, there was tenseness between them.
That evening Helen tried again, slipping on her underwear, the same happened again, Steve ejaculated in no time at all. He apologised, before cleaning up and rolling over. Helen tried to comfort him, it didn't work.
Despite her continued efforts over the next few weeks, sex just wouldn't happen, Steve now struggled to get an erection. The pressure of work and the pressure to perform in bed had become too much. No matter how understanding or comforting she was nothing seemed to work. All the time her desire to feel her husbands cock inside her kept growing.
The weekend at last, thought Helen as she logged off her laptop, collected her marking and switched off the classroom lights. After teaching for 5 years she still struggled to have weekends free from marking.
Life was hectic for Helen, at the age of 24 she had married Steve, who was ten years her senior. He worked hard, often too hard and the pressures of work had been multiplyed when Helen had fallen pregnant, although baby Emma was the most beautiful baby they had ever seen, things had taken a downward spiral since her birth.
Neither Helen nor Steve were in well paid jobs, and neither really had the time needed to bring Emma up. While on maternity leave everything had been fine, the bubble burst when they had realised Helen had to return to work on a full time basis, rather than the part time basis they had originally envisaged.
School work seemed never ending, arriving home at 6pm barely managing an hour with Emma before she was put to bed. Steve was working every extra shift he could to make sure they had enough to survive, no luxuries, just survival.
The extra Steve undertook and the amount of work Helen had to juggle had led to them spending very little time together. Helen tried to remember the last time they had had a nice meal together, the last time they had snuggled together in front of the TV, the last time they had slept together, not just shared a bed, but actually engaged in physical contact.
Helen had no intention of playing away, she loved Steve. The vibrator she had bought herself definitely helped, but sometimes she needed more. She was an attractive 29 year old now, short brown shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes, slim, although a small amount of baby fat didn't seem to want to budge and bubbly.
She was particularly happy that it was the weekend on this Friday, this was the first weekend that Steve and Helen were getting some time away together.
Arriving home, Helen grabbed the luggage and set off to collect Steve before finally heading off to the hotel for the weekend.
Amongst her luggage lay a little surprise, she had been and brought some new lingerie, a little black number, black lace, the material a mixture of see through mesh patches and darker material. After their meal they headed to their room, Helen casually slipped into her underwear, she admired herself in the mirror, although the small roll of baby fat still made her shudder she had come to accept that it was now part of her womanly figure.
As she returned to the room, Steve was fast asleep, the growl of his snores filling the air. Helen tried to wake him; he rolled over grunting as he did. Helen, disappointed, rolled over snuggling in close. She understood this was probably the first real nights sleep he had had in months.
Still in her sexy underwear as they woke, Helen casually ran her hand down Steve's body. Her hand gently grazed against his semi erect penis, she felt it twitch as she stroked him again, hard and ready she gave one more stroke before feeling it erupt on her hand.
Steve, a little embarrassed, rose quickly to shower. The speed of his ejaculation over shadowed the rest of the day, there was tenseness between them.
That evening Helen tried again, slipping on her underwear, the same happened again, Steve ejaculated in no time at all. He apologised, before cleaning up and rolling over. Helen tried to comfort him, it didn't work.
Despite her continued efforts over the next few weeks, sex just wouldn't happen, Steve now struggled to get an erection. The pressure of work and the pressure to perform in bed had become too much. No matter how understanding or comforting she was nothing seemed to work. All the time her desire to feel her husbands cock inside her kept growing.
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