“Good morning, beautiful,” my husband says to me this morning as we cuddle up. It’s Sunday, but it’s a different day. I’m taking my son on an overnight trip, just the two of us, and won’t be back until tomorrow evening. We need to make love now or we’ll miss another day. My husband is ready to go. “Your body feels amazing this morning. Your skin is so soft.”
He’s rubbing up and down my body. I have to pee.
On the way back from the bathroom, I smear on some coconut oil for easy fucking. Not surprising, I’m not horny at all despite the fact that I didn’t orgasm yesterday and was looking forward to having sex next.
This time of the month is generally a downer for me. I’m pre-menstrual, which means I’m not bleeding, but my body is preparing for the show. It takes a lot of energy to that too. My hunger increases, my spunk decreases and my desire drops to near nothing.
“Come get on me,” he motions as I return to our bed.
I mount his body and he slowly works his morning hard dick into my lubbed up pussy. It hurts a little, not because I’m not wet, but because I’m not necessary wanting it. I love feeling his warmth, his chest, the few gray hairs, his face, his kisses, he’s incredible. I lie against his chest once he’s inserted all of the way.
“I love you, honey,” I whisper.
“I love you my queen,” he says as he wraps both of his arms so tightly around me I feel like I’m being hugged by a snake. He holds my body firmly in place as he grinds his dick in me. I feel filled up and completely at peace. It doesn’t bother me that I’m not in the mood because I don’t have to fake like I am. He knows it and doesn’t care either. We’re still connecting, and he’s still getting the pussy he needs.
I pull myself up a little and my breasts fall into his face. He holds them with hands and plays. He kisses my nipples and whispers sweet words to them too. He rocks me slowly and my pussy starts to wake up.
“I want to cum,” I say to him, “Let’s do that position from yesterday. The one where I’m laying on top of you with my back against your chest and my legs spread wide.”
“Only if you tell me your fantasy, the one you started yesterday but didn’t finish.” He’s starring at me with his puppy dog eyes. “You know I love your fantasies.”
He signals me to to raise up fully and place my feet directly on the bed.
“I can’t share them, babe,” I do as he’s signalling and sit up. It’s as if I’m swatting on his crotch. He’s all of the way inside of me and my legs are angled on either side. My breasts are on full display. “I want to tell you my fantasies, but I’m embarrassed by them. They’re complex.”
“I love it!” Then he switches subjects,”Touch yourself like this. I wanna watch.” His eyes are like a hawk. He’s the sexiest man in the world.
I do as I’m asked. I rub my clit while upright riding him, and he rocks our little love boat. My breasts bounce. One of his hand reach up to squeeze them.
“You are so beautiful, Stella. Your body is amazing.”
I blush, “I can’t cum like this either.”
“Then stick that fine ass of yours up in the air.”
I did that too and assumed my perfect sexy C curve. My hand fell under my body and between my legs and found his balls first. I massaged them. I love them. I thank them for creating the cum that makes my body complete.
“So, tell me your fantasy.” He demanded. “Tell me what your little mind was thinking.”
Finally I say, “we’re shooting a porn and there are a lot of guys fucking my pussy. I’m naked and being passed around.”
His dick grows 3 inches. He’s touching a sensitive spot inside of me. I’m rubbing my clit but not feeling what I generally feel. I arch my body higher searching for the bliss spot. It’s there, I know it.
“Yes, we’re all taking turns for awhile. None the guys can cum yet. First we’re warming up, pounding your little pussy real good. Treating you like the whore you are. Then when we finally had enough of that, we start shooting cum in you, on you, in your mouth. One at a time. You’re little pussy is fuckin’ filled up. I grab a glass to catch it as it pours out. You’re all stretched out. Another guy is jacking off in your mouth. You don’t even taste his cum because he’s so far down your throat when he squirts it.”
He’s pounding me harder and pulling my body closer and closer to his. He’s leaning back with his hands on the canopy bar again. No hands on me. I’m just a hole to fuck, just a hole to get their dick off. “You never cum in your fantasies, Stella. You’re just there to pleasure men. Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy. That’s all you are.”
I arch my back higher desperate to feel that tinge of electricity pulsing through my veins. It’s interesting me how my husband knows the structure of my fantasies, but he doesn’t yet grasp the nuances of my stories. When he helps tell the story because I’ve stopped talking, the fantasies are about me being a whore because I love sex.
But in my fantasies, I’m never the whore who loves sex. I’m a silly, naive, poor, desperate girl who spreads her legs because he believes she has to. It’s all she’s got, and she gives it away. I’m being misused and mistreated and abused and neglected. It’s sad and horrible and I have no idea why that turns me on so much. Regardless, it’s not the same as his version which he loves so much!
He grabs my face and turns it to the side to see my mouth. “Stick out your tongue.” I do as he says, and he goes on with his fantasy. “I’d take that glass of cum and pour in your mouth while I fuck your pussy one last time. The cum would bubble out onto your lips and down your chin. You’d smile and I’m explode.”
He let my face go.
“Oh, babe, I’m about to cum,” he whines as he pulls my butt more to him. I’m almost completely off the bed, suspended by my strong legs and his dick. I’m still rubbing my clit but she’s not having it. She’s not in the mood. Was it the fantasy or the hormones?
“Shit babe.” He pulses and pushes himself deep in me. “Your fuckin’ pussy is gold.”
I stay still for a moment, making sure my pussy has done her job then pull back towards the bed. I lay on my knees in the yoga child’s pose position. A little towel appears between my legs to catch cum seeping out.
My husband lays back on the bed and sighs, “Did you not cum, sweetie?”
“No,” I grunt back. “I couldn’t find my groove.”
“Oh well, guess we’ll try again tomorrow evening. And the next evening and the evening after that.” He laughed.
“I just need to go ahead and start bleeding. I really don’t like this in between shit.”