“I need some pussy,” my husband whispered in my ear last night. I was already asleep not because it was that late, but because I was that tired. I’ve been more tired than usual this week.
“Oh, ok,” I woke up slightly remembering that he and I had yet to make love that day. Glad I’m not the only one to keep this challenge alive. My husband is blessed (or cursed) with the physical need to release sperm from his body every 24 hours at least. Like clockwork, he doesn’t just want sex, he needs it like I need sleep.
The “tired married side fuck” it is, I thought as I scooched my body to the side and lifted one leg over his abdomen. Our bodies met like old lovers. They know exactly what to do.
He was exhausted too, I could tell by the slow pace he set. His dick was almost at rest deep inside of me, hard but motionless, like a long passionate kiss to the yummy pussy princess deep deep deep inside of me. My body responded with more wetness.
I wasn’t going to focus on an orgasm for myself. That’s how tired I was feeling. Having his dick inside of me was actually enough to qualify as having “had sex” today. All we need is penetration of some sort.
But it felt so good, like a secret rendezvous. Not a kiss, not a build up, not any four-play, we went from zero to hundred in 10 seconds flat and within no time my desire had caught up.
What I loved most about the moment was that it healed a tiny rift we were having that night. It was dance night, and he and I fought in the car on the way back from class. Not a big fight, but definitely some tempers flared. He was mad at me about the way I made him feel while we were practicing. I tried to get him to understand my side, but it failed. Our little car fight crumbled into a this isn’t getting anywhere, let’s just stop talking about it. The rest of the ride home was passive aggressively silent.
When we got home, he took his aggravations outside for an hour or so. Not sure what he did, but he was gone. We didn’t speak again until he found me in bed.
Connecting as one in that moment reminded me why we’re doing this 365 days of sex challenge. We’re prioritizing our physical connection over petty emotional turmoil that ebbs and flows like the wind. Nothing we argue about should have the power to taint our relationship. Nothing. And saying yes to making love everyday regardless means we’re saying yes to long-term connection. And boy did that connection feel good.
“Put your butt in the air,” my husband pulled his ecstasy from my body and jumped out of bed. He motioned for me to go to our favorite doggy style position. It’s the position I was in when I first lost my virginity. I’m sure you’ve gather by now that it’s my favorite way to get fucked… that and missionary.
I did I was told. He took my waist and butt in his hands and bent down to lick my pussy. He stopped and starred at her for awhile. “Mmm, mmm, you’ve got the most beautiful pussy, babe. She’s perfect.”
I arched my back more and held my upper body up with my left hand forming a C curve in my back. I then allowed my right hand to sink under me and locate my little button at the far end of my taunt torso. My clit too was perched so high in the air, I could feel the energy through my body that comes from this sex curve. There’s just something primitive about it.
His dick was big, but he wanted more, “God, I wish my dick were double this size,” he says as he was sliding in and out of my tight juice hole.
“No.” I nodded my head. “You’re perfect.”
After awhile the conversation changed. We talked about the first time I drank his cum, “I held the back of your head with one hand and my dick with the other. I’ll never forget how it felt when you cleaned me up that night. I was in love.”
“I have swallowed tons of your cum, babe,” I gasped between his pumps.
“That’s why you’re my pussy. You are pussy, all of you. One big yummy pussy just for me. You please my dick so good. It’s why I picked you. It’s why I made you mine.” He was getting close, I could tell. He reached up and held the high bar of our goddess bed canopy. His arm muscles poked out, not that I could see him, but I’ve seen it many many times before. There aren’t any hands on me at all, just his hard monster dick plunging in and out of my juicy opening. I arched my back higher and squeezed my pussy tighter and he moaned.
“I love being your pussy. I love everything about it. I love swallowing your cum. There’s something so natural about it, so primal. It’s what I’m here for.” It’s instinctual to me just like this position. My body is a sensual creature especially designed to pleasure a man.
“You’d swallow more now if I could stand to pull out of your pussy more. I just can’t most days. God, you feel too good.” His words trailed off as he began his ascent into pleasureville. He grunted deeply and pushed his cum even deeper. His release was beautiful.
When he was done draining his cum in me, I attempted to pull away but he grabbed my hips and held my body to his. He said nothing. I could feel his dick still thick and his cum tingling my deepest within. I hadn’t orgasmed and was fine with it, but in that sweet submission moment, my clit wanted in.
I touched down and rubbed her softly. My butt started to shift up and down on him and like a hungry little whore, my pussy opened wider to accept more and more. He stayed completely still while I humped his dick. The feeling of his cum inside of me made we want to explode with satisfaction. More, more, more, oh my God, I need more.
My husband reached up for the bar again and his dick grew a little. I humped more, rubbed more, wanted more. The images of me as a real whore flooded my mind. I was bent over like this with my pleasure pot sticking up, grinding my cunt on his crotch, and begging that dick to cum. My legs spread wide, my pussy grew wetter, I tighten that sexy C curve between my mouth and my clit, and I fucked his dick desperately, my butt shaking with each movement.
“That’s a good little whore,” he moaned. “Fuck that dick, fuck it like you want some more cum.”
And just like that, an orgasm rolled over me like freight train from heaven. It was an ancient rapture. Everything went blank. It was a few moments of bliss.
“Whew, I wasn’t expecting all that,” I finally say.
“Why not, Stella? It’s kinda part of our daily routine.” He reached over the comforter and gave me a very loving goodnight kiss.