He was asleep by the time I tucked the kids in and was ready for bed. Another hard long day at the future RV resort had my husband feeling fatigued. As soon as dinner was over, his eyes found it nearly impossible to stay open. I jumped in bed next to him, naked and ready to rumble.
I grabbed his dick in my left hand. For whatever reason I can stroke his dick better with it than my right hand. I held on tight and slowly, smoothly slid up and down the shaft feeling it enlarge in my hand.
“Oh baby,” he said waking slightly and searching for a kiss. “That feels so good.”
I want nothing more than to squeeze the cum right out of his dick just like this. He doesn’t even need to wake up fully, in fact, I’d give myself brownie points if he didn’t.
This desire to specialize and master hand jobs and blow jobs is relatively new. As my husband said before, when we first met, I’d put my lips on his dick like I was doing him a favor. Now, I touch his dick with a mission in mind. How cool would it be to have my tired husband just lay on his back relaxing in bed and feeling my intense love through the hand motions on the most sensitive area of his body? I think it would be cool.
However, it didn’t work that way. I jerked him off for awhile until my hand cramped, then swallowed his dick whole tickling my tonsils with the head. At this point, he decided my attention was worth waking up for and sat up to get in the game. “I want your pussy.”
Mounting him, I moaned with excitement. He was refreshed and full, splitting my little hole open as he dug deep. He took my nipples into his mouth like a hungry animal and held my hips motioning them to sway to the rhythm of his choosing.
It felt good, but I needed more. I needed a lot more. I need his pounding, his specialized carving, and I need the C curve, the arch in my back, and the flicker of my middle finger on my clit.
“I want to cum right now,” I demanded.
His eyes lit up. “How do you want it, my pussy queen?”
“I don’t know,” I lied.
“Oh, yes you do. You want your butt in the air,” he snapped failing to disguise his extreme pleasure.
I popped off of him and spread my legs at the edge of the bed. The position is like doggy style but with my knees spread open in a split, and then I arch my back. He quickly assumed his position on the floor and bent down to lick my pussy, pushing my lips apart.
He stared at her for a moment. She loves it when he does that. We both just kinda freeze and let the mystery of my feminine magic lay exposed for him to witness. When he stood and plunged his massive dick inside, I moaned with anticipated pleasure.
“Can I touch myself?” I asked.
“Please, my love,” he responds. “I want you to cum all over my dick.”
I reach down and find her. She’s engorged and ready to be fondled. She’s a little dry, though, so I steal a bit of my pussy’s wetness and track it back down to my clit before starting my ritual finger dance.
His dick is playing hard ball, going deep like a dare then pulling out to short stroke at my opening. He’s vacillating between the extremes and starting a story about ten of his friends.
“I loved the way you smiled at him yesterday, like you recognized him as the guy who fucked you the night before,” he began. “He was pounding your little hole just like this, and your pussy sucked the cum right out of him.”
I arched my back even more and felt my pussy open, providing more space for my husband’s salacious story. My clit was on fire.
“I watched each of my ten friends pump their cum in you. Your pussy was covered with it, sloppy and stretched out like a good whore and pouring the cum back out. Cum was all over your face too, in your mouth. Your little body was being passed around and pleasured every man in the room at least once. Some of my friends used you a second time. You were nothing but a hole to fuck, a sexy fucking hole, a couple of holes in fact. Although no one is allowed to fuck your tight little school girl pussy. I don’t care how much they offer, she’s mine only. But your whore pussy is for everyone, and I love watching you suck other men’s dicks, you sexy fucking whore you. God, I’m so lucky.”
I can’t help it. My body is pulsing, jerking uncontrollably and the sounds coming out of me were that of a dying animal. They were loud guttural groans with breathy pauses, rhythmic like a heartbeat, and they continued for at least two minutes.
My husband pumped my body to the same rhythm, deep and strong. His hands held my hips and he humped me like I was the whore in his story, like he was the last of ten men to use my pussy that night and had a point to make. She belonged to him because he could pleasure her that way, the way no other man ever could. Other guys could use her, but she had to be reminded who her master was. He’s the dick who sends her to heaven with no apprehension or apology. Yes, sir.
I fell limp and pushed forward. When my legs collected under me in a fetal position, a cloth tapped my pussy three solid times politely collecting what little bit of cum was already seeping out of me. That’s my master’s way of telling me I’m done. Tap, tap, tap. It’s a hybrid between an ata girl and a functional clean up.
I don’t remember much after that. My body was in a state of pure relaxation and from the tip of my toes to the hair on my head, I felt it all.
“You better now?” my husband teased at some point.
“Yes, sir.”
He cuddled behind me and kissed me goodnight.
“I need some pussy,” was the first thing I heard this morning. He was behind me again, his dick raging hard. He whispered something about the guys last night and how he loves our marriage and having such a gorgeous wife.
He turned my tan naked body over to rest on my back.
“My island girl,” is all he said before he devoured my morning flesh. He pushed my legs back with my knees resting on the bed under my arms and licked my little pussy just long enough to ensure adequate wetness.
Then he pushed his dick inside of me and held himself upright. Half asleep I looked up to see what he was seeing and ran my fingers down to spread my pussy open for him. With his hands on the backs of my legs, he quickly fucked me, using my hole like a quick fix, a drug he could shoot up. He likes the short strokes at the entrance of my pussy, he says she talks to him like that, slurring her cummy words with each advance. With his dick barely even in me, I felt the usual pulse of his release and I watched as the three pumps of his cum were followed by his slow decent into the depths of my feminine home. We looked at each other for a moment. He looked like a surprised school boy, and I smiled.
“Are you better now?” I ask.
He released my legs and pulled himself from my addictive web. “Yes, Yes I am. Thank you.”