Twice-a-Day Whore

“So the girl down the street has a tighter pussy, huh?!?”

I’ve been caught. I blush. My husband has been reading my posts.

“No. Please. Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” I’m embarrassed to think of how much he knows about my nasty fantasy life now. I put my hands over my ears, but he goes on.

“The three guys knew about the four guys from earlier. You little fucking whore.” My husband was laying in bed with his phone in his hand. My website was on the screen. His dick was raging hard like a thick stick.

He and I just had a nice dinner out tonight. We shared some drinks, a few appetizers, and a medium rare filet. During our meal, I mentioned my recent posts, and how I was glad he didn’t read them. Knowing that the only people reading my inner thoughts are complete strangers who don’t know my true identity made me more free to be completely honest.

Now, I did read the first two or three posts aloud to him when I started this website, but once I stumbled on an extra nasty paragraph in one story, I shut the reading train down. Since then, he hasn’t been privy to my posts.

Something about my telling him NOT to read the posts made him naturally more intrigued. When I got home from dinner, I changed and spent some time with the kids. I guess he used that alone time to catch up on my work, and boy did it turn him on.

“Babe, I don’t want you reading it. Really. My writing is better when I think you won’t know.” I’m being honest, but how strange is that? He’s been the only person with whom I’ve shared any of my sexual fantasies. But what I’ve told him is the watered down version, the outline without the decadent details. Why am I scared to tell him everything?

He put his phone on the bed side table. “You’re one sexy little bitch. Damn. I’ve always known you were bad, but you’re worst than I thought. I’m so glad you’re MY wife. There’s nothing better than fucking a horny pussy.”

“Besides, I’m not in the mood to have sex.” I was feeling tired from the busy day with friends downtown. I went to a TV show release party and a super fun dress up festival. I was walking the streets in my cowboy boots all evening before my husband scooped me up and took me to dinner.

“Oh! You’re not in the mood? You didn’t cum this morning, sweetie, and you told me at dinner that your little pussy has been wet all day. Writing about our sex life does that to you.”

“But now I’m tired.”

“We HAVE to have sex today.” He grabbed his thick dick and pointed it at me.

“We already did this morning,” I argued.

“Yeah but I learned that you, my little whore, need more dick than I originally thought. You need my cum tonight before you go to bed.” He reached for my purple nightgown trying to get to my pussy, my button, I just knew it. “I like you masturbating, but I don’t want you to need to.”

“No,” I insisted.

“Yes, put your lips on my dick. Or should I just shove it in your mouth like the guy last night?” I blushed again. He grabbed the back of my neck pushing me towards his crotch.

Fine. I actually felt a little sorry for him. There he had stumbled upon my erotic stories of us and was hornier than he’d been all week. I should at least suck his dick, poor thing.  I gave in to his force and wrapped my lips around his massive manhood. It felt yummy in my mouth.

“Yes, fucking yes.” My husband lain back in the bed and let me perform a steamy lip and hand show. I love it when he shuts his eyes and moans. That makes me feel like a really good whore. All he needs now is a cigar.

While I was busy at work on him, his greedy fingers found my clit. No, No. No. Not my button. She’s been insatiable lately. One touch and it’s over. She’ll want in on the action.

He rubbed her a little and found the small pool of wetness at my juicy opening. I opened my legs a little so he reach her better. His rough fingers played in her while I sucked. My left hand was bouncing up and down squeezing all the way. My tongue licked the very top of his dick anxiously awaiting a salty surprise.

He watched my puffed up lips then looked at my puffed up pussy and then back at my lips and then back at my pussy. This is quite a sexy Saturday night show for a tired girl.

I wanted to suck him off, but my pussy had a different plan. After being touched, she wanted him to fill her up again. She needed that. I love that my husband can do this to me. I love being controlled by sex.

I took his dick out of my mouth and opened my legs on top of him. It took several minutes to pack all of him inside. We both took it slow. He was massive, and I was still feeling a little sore. “Still sore from that huge dick the other night?” He kissed my breasts as they hung in his face. “God I love you, Stella,” he said as he dug deeper and deeper into my feminine magic. If I had an emotion for that feeling, it would be crying for joy. My pussy was stretched tight around him as he filled her up completely, not one tiny little space left. I’m whole and subservient to my master. I’ll do anything for him, anything for that feeling. I could cum like that. I want to but my clit wants to have more fun. I start bouncing up and down on him. He’s flicking my button, which is more satisfying that slapping I have to admit.

“I’m fucking you twice a day now. I don’t care what you say.” He pushed me off and stood up on the side of the bed. I crawled to him on my knees. My dripping wet aching pussy made it impossible to push my legs together. He reached down to finger her, juices sloshed everywhere. My knees parted more. “You dirty little whore. You love being used for your pussy.”

My knees slid in opposite directions and my wetness was dripping on the sheets. My husband reached down and flipped my legs to the front which landed me spread eagle laying flat on my back. He put a pillow under my butt to prop my pussy up higher and slipped himself back inside of her.

“If I had a pussy and the fantasies you have, I’d be the biggest whore in real life. I’d let everyone fuck me. I’d give my pussy out like candy.”

He pounded my wet hole like a stallion in heat. His dick felt like it too, big and throbbing. I rubbed my clit and concentrated on the feelings swirling around my body.

“And I want to do that to you. I want you to be just like this with your legs spread on the edge of the bed but with my dick in your mouth so you can’t see the other guys fucking you, using you, and cumming in you. You’ll lose count after awhile. You’ll have no idea who’s dick you pleased, and it won’t matter. I’ll get off in you last then make you drink all of our cum.”

My orgasm was building, so was his. I rubbed my clit harder, his horse dick grew even bigger. He grabbed my hips and forced my little pussy to take it all. It felt like he was tearing me up, ripping me in half, breaking me in two. I melted into a terrific orgasm then he drown me in a river of his cum. God I love this man.

After a few moments, he pulled out, grabbed a towel and wiped himself clean. My pussy felt deeply satisfied but sore. I wonder how long will it take before she’s used to being a twice-a-day dick pleasing kind of whore?