Please come fuck me. I need you now. That’s what my text message said to him.
On my way, was his reply.
When my husband walked in the door to my goddess palace (that’s what I call our master bedroom), he found me lying on the bed, legs spread, tits hanging out, pussy covered in coconut oil and my fingers playing in her yummy lips. It was 4:30 Thursday afternoon.
He didn’t say anything, just stared at the scene as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. I didn’t say anything either.
I too was surprised by my afternoon desire. I’d been busy all day doing business organization for the new year and working with our team on tax preparations. Sex was the furthest things from my mind. As you know, I’m not really lacking in that department.
But as I simmered down from the stressful day and poured a glass of pinot in my room, I grabbed my laptop and started to read back over what I wrote yesterday. That’s when the tinges of turn on began to build in my pussy.
I was viewing my posts as a reader and getting excited by the words. It struck me that my nasty fantasies are coming to life in my marriage. Not really, but at least the stories of them. My stories are becoming our stories, our fantasies. My husband is becoming exactly who I’ve always needed in my life.
When we met years ago, he was surprised to find out that I didn’t just tolerate quickies, but I actually found enjoyment from them. He said that no other woman he’d ever been with felt that way. And as a sexy handsome virile man, he’s worked hard to be able to please women in every way.
But yesterday’s afternoon text wasn’t about him. It was solely about me. I wanted to be touched. I needed my own quickie.
“I love coming home to pussy,” he said finally as he dried his hands with a white towel and moved towards the bed.
My fingers were still playing in the wetness and dipping inside of my feminine goodness. Wow, she’s so tight, I kept saying to myself. It’s amazing how flexible my pussy is. With just one finger, I push into her opening and go as deep as my finger can reach. It’s my g-spot. I rub it back and forth rapidly and enjoy the growing excitement.
I had been wearing a white sweater all day. When I got in bed, I tore my bra off and pushed my sweater up to display my big round breasts. Tits and pussy. Nice tits and a tight wet pussy. My husband has quite the life.
“I’m horny, sweetheart,” I blurt out. “But I promise I haven’t touch my clit. I know better than to do that. I’ve just been fingering myself. She feels so good.”
I’m like a sex slave.. the ones I read about in erotic books as a preteen. I only cum when I’m allowed to cum, when my master tells me it’s okay.
“Good. You know I don’t like it if you cheat on me,” he says referring to masturbation. If I climax without him, I’m a bad girl. Before our 365 day sex challenge began, I could masturbate all I wanted, although I rarely needed to. Now, I’m not allowed, neither is he. The results, so far, have produce delicious anticipation.
My husband, my master, goes straight to the center of attention, my pussy and rubs around in her slushy lips for a moment. He’s like a scientist observing the situation before turning beast and sliding his finger inside. His other hand massages my breasts and squeezes my nipples. I hate that, the squeezing part, but he still does it everyday. I own you, he likes to say. My pussy gets wetter.
“God, she’s so tight,” he says as his eyes roll to back of his head. He pulls his finger out and takes his clothes off. “I love the way your pussy looks right now. Your lips are all puffed up and juicy.”
He steps up on the bed and places himself between my spread legs. I love being his wet, horny little whore ready to fuck just as soon as he gets home. I love how fast he gets his dick in me too. He waits for nothing to give me what I want. I’m in heaven.
“That feels soooo good,” I pout like it’s a total surprise, like I didn’t have this all planned out, like I innocently stumbled upon the sensation a big dick inside of me brings.
He pushes my legs down on either side. “Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy. I love the way she looks when she’s all stretched out around my dick.”
“I’m sore, babe.” The skin all around my pussy lips is rosier than usual, even a little swollen. It’s like pleasure with a tiny dose of pain. “But I like it. It makes me feel like I’m getting used to having sex several times a day. I want my pussy to get used to it.”
“Oh, she will alright. She’s a muscle. We’ve been working her out good for the 1o days. Pretty soon she’ll ache if there isn’t a dick inside of her.”
Oh, the thought of that turned me on. He’s fucking me good now, missionary style, my tits are jiggling around and the soreness has subsided. I’m rubbing my little button to heaven.
His words she’ll ache if there isn’t a dick inside of her repeats in my mind. She’ll ache, she’ll ache. she’ll ache if she isn’t being fucked. Will that actually happen? God, I hope so. I love the way I feel right now.
“You are so fine, Stella. So FUCKING fine. Tits and pussy, right here for me to fuck. Your body is amazing. Your pussy is gold.” He’s pumping me hard, the way I like it, and bringing massive excitement with each thrust.
The moans start. I look up and our eyes meet. My master is so handsome and so loving. He is the absolutely best part of me. Another moan. I try to keep it down, but they have a life of their own. Another moan, this one even louder. My button is on fire and my pussy is about to explode. “Deeper, fuck me deeper,” I demand.
His face softens, sweat beads up around his forehead. I can tell in his eyes he’s surprised by the heightened sensations too. “God, how can your pussy be so fucking good?” He yelled that. Or at least I think he did. It was loud. I was convulsing and shifting my body to keep the orgasm from burning out too fast.
He came too. Deep, deep, deep inside of me. We rested there for a moment starring into each other’s eyes.
“I love you so much,” I confess.
“I love you too, my queen.” He squirts just a little bit more inside of me and then pulls out.
I lay on my back letting all of those juices soak in. God I love having a pussy. I love being his personal whore. I want to fuck him everyday I’m alive. And I want to never be sore.