Not a word was said.
I walked up to my side of the bed and began to disrobe. First went my pants. I unzipped and tore them off. Then I pulled my shirt off my head. I was left standing in the dimly lit bedroom in just a lace bra and panties, cream colored to be exact.
His eyes met mine. I reach around my back to unclasp my bra. It loosened and shifted on my breasts before falling down. You could hear the tiny pieces of metal in the underwire bra hit the floor. Ding. My panties were the last to go, but they fell silently.
My husband was tucked under the covers. It’s chilling outside and our room has a tinge of cool in the air. Once I was completely naked, he threw the covers away from his body and invited me to come inside.
I did.
“Holy crap your hands are freezing!” He exclaimed.
I laughed at the moment. “Well, so is my butt, so are my feet,” I teased.
My husband pushed my ice cube hands first between his legs then in his arm pits and finally under the heating pad that was under him. We laughed and laughed.
“I mean,” he went on, “you’re so damn hot until your hands touch me. Dang, how are you still alive?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” We’re laughing so hard at this point.
We kissed sweetly, and he covered both of us with the comforter. We were like two little kids huddled in a tent on a crisp fall evening. There was excitement between us, electricity in our veins, along with the very real threat of freezing to death!
His body shifted on top of mine and my legs parted to make room. The heating pad felt toasty on my back.
“Oh, I like this!” I purr as I rub my body against it. “I think a heating pad makes a terrific sex prop.”
His dick was kissing my pussy lips. “Mwah. Mwah. Mwah,” my husband did the sound effects for the love affair going on under the covers. It always feels so lovely when he takes his time. His dick pecked on me a little more. My husband followed it up with a slowly passionate kiss on my lips. “I love you, Stella. I love you giving your body to me.”
I groaned a little when his dick found my feminine opening and wedged himself inside. It was slow and steady like a powerful engine. He didn’t go fast but he also didn’t let up until he had completed his mission.
“You know I haven’t cum in days,” I whisper into his ear. “This period has me all messed up.”
“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll take good care of you tonight.” His dick reached its final destination, and my body submitted to him. She opened a little more and he seised the space. He left no piece of my little heaven untouched, unfilled.
My husband pulled himself up to scope out the scene. My legs were spread and he was in between them. I wanted them parted even more, so I raised them up until my knees were at my elbows, and my pelvis was tilted.
He pressed one of his hands into the back of one of my legs pushing it down on the bed. He the did same with the other side. My pussy perched up like a hungry bird ready to eat. My breasts were squeezed in between.
“God, I love this position,” I said drawing out the word love.
I began to touch my clit, rubbing her in the counter clockwise stroke that I’ve done since I can remember. She likes it wet, but not too wet, dry, but not too dry. I get her just right while my husband plunges his dick in and out of my body.
We’re still under the protection of the comforter, the heating pad is still going strong under me. The warmth is intoxicating and the heat is building fast.
He starts the fantasy about the men, and tells me that he’s holding my legs just like this letting all of the guys fuck me while he has his dick in mouth.
I’m thinking about my Wild West fantasy… the one where I’m a young prostitute, a soiled dove, if you will, in a brothel in Arizona. I fuck guys all night long. When I’m menstruating, my pussy is less sensitive, less hungry I suppose. It takes longer to orgasm. But I can fuck a lot.
She’s wetter — wink wink — and I feel numb. I can see and feel a man using the most valuable part of me, but the excitement isn’t there. It doesn’t hurt at all, no, but it doesn’t feel good either. I’m just a well used hole getting pounded, one after the next, because I can take it and make money. I smile thinking of all of the men I could make cum.
He’s pumping harder now. I think he’s talking about the third or fourth guy at this point. My pussy is sloshy, full of liquids and singing her oogey, gooey anthem. I tilt my pelvis more creating a that C curve I love so much, but in the opposite direction.
“Like pussy on a platter. God this feels so good. Baby, your pussy is amazing. Oh My God. Baby….” He’s starting to whimper. I know he wanted to pleasure me and he is doing everything right. The look in his eye is that of Fuck I’m sorry. I’m not sure I can last any longer, but I wanted to hear you scream.
“Cum… ” I moan as I feel my body coming to her own crescendo. I rub more, tilt more. His hands are still holding my legs hostage on the bed. Thank God I do yoga, I think.
His face winces up and all of a sudden I can feel his hot magma flowing inside of me, seeping deeper into my pussy. I open up more, more than I usually do, more than I have in awhile, more than he was expecting and his dick grew an inch and spit some more cum to fill the space.
My body dived into a tremendous orgasm. I think it was a double. The sounds from my throat were that of a high-pitched tea kettle, singing loudly under pressure. I wailed for at least thirty seconds, hell if I know for sure. My spirit was somewhere else flowing in the breeze, happy amongst the trees. Our bodies froze in time. He tried to pull out at some point and I pulled him back in place.
“Oh My God, that was amazing,” I say catching my breath. I finally open my eyes. His face was just inches from mine. We kiss. So much love there. Soulmates.
He rolls off and I turn my way. Comfy and happy I nestle myself into my side of our warm bed.
A moment passes. I feel his hand on my butt. It slides between my legs. His finger pushes inside of me, then a much larger finger takes its place. His dick is gigantic again pulsing, thrusting, slurping in my juicy pussy. He pushes all of the way inside and stops then pulls my body closer to his. I’m engulfed in his arms, connected to his soul, and protected by his heart.
He whispers something in my ear. It’s low and breathy, like he’s almost asleep. I think I hear, “I just want to stay here forever, Stella, I want to feel this way forever.”