“Honey, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” my husband says as he lathers his hair with shampoo. He’s in the shower, and I’m standing on the outside yelling in.
“Earlier when I was bent over on the bed and we were making love, why did you stop and close the curtain?”
“Because I could see the bookkeeper’s car. I knew she’d be leaving soon and I didn’t want her to see my standing their naked,” he replied rinsing his hair at this point. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh,” I felt relieved. “I just thought maybe you wanted to darken the room so you didn’t see my body.” My voice was lower, but I enjoyed telling him something about myself. I worry that one day he won’t find me sexy, I wonder that that day could be today.
I mean, sex earlier was fantastic. We had just arrived home from an early dinner date celebrating the sell of one of our homes. We had full bellies, a slight buzz, and a fat check in our wallet, and we both wanted to fuck.
It’s was a rare afternoon fuck, and we didn’t have much time.
“Bend over right here and put your pussy up,” my husband directed me and I performed my part perfectly. We humped for just a few minutes, with his dick feeling like heaven inside of me. I’ve discovered that I most enjoy short strokes when they are deep in me instead of long strokes that stretch to the entry of entire pussy. He did that and I cam fast and hard, but of course he also shut the curtains on me which left me with doubt about my body.
From the shower, my husband ran his hand through his wet hair and the clumps of water hit the tile floor. He looked at me and smiled, “No, babe. That’s not it at all. I love seeing your naked body. In fact, get naked right now.”
I smiled.
It was evening now and the kids were in bed. The afternoon session left us satisfied but wanting more. I was sure I’d cum again tonight, so I began to undress and wait for him to finish freshening up.
He grabbed a towel and was drying off when he peeked back at me in the room and started telling me a story.
“You know, babe, I have done that before with other whores I fucked.”
“Oh yeah?” I perked up.
“Yeah, some of them weren’t much to look at so if they didn’t have dimmers, I’d turn all of the lights off in their room, flip the closet light on and leave the door cracked just a little.”
“Well, you’ve done similar stuff to me,” I tease. “You always turn the lights down. Every man I’ve ever been with loved making love to me in day light. They always enjoyed looking at my body.”
This peaked his interest. “Yeah?”
“Yes, always with the light on.” I nodded my head with confidence.
“They were also taking pictures of you, too, Stella!” He came towards the bed trying to tear the covers off of me.
“Stop. It’s cold in our room,” I insisted. “And no, most of them don’t have one picture of me. Not one!”
“Really? Maybe you’ve forgotten my sweet little whore. I really do love that about you. I love knowing men have been taking pictures of you since you were a young girl. You’ve always been a sexy little thing.”
He caressed my body under the sheet before disappearing underneath it. His tongue landed between my legs. I lifted the sheet to find his eyes closed and his mouth open devouring my pussy.
A few minutes later he pushed back and stared at my naked body spread out in front of him. My wet pussy was front and center with the rest of me playing backup.
“The lighting is perfect right now! Just perfect.” He smiled. Our lamps were off, but the overhead light was dimmed. We could see each other well, but it wasn’t blinding nor was the light obtrusive. He reached his hand back to finger my pussy. One finger landed inside of me. “And you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. She’s perfect.”
I tilted my head back and moaned a little as he stroked me with his finger. It felt great, just imagine what his dick is going to feel like. I was getting more excited with each touch.
Just then my husband jumped up and headed to the bathroom. He came back with a palm full of coconut oil. I knew exactly what that meant.
“No… no… NO.” I blurted out in an almost teasing tone.
He got back on the bed and claimed the same spot between my legs, then rubbed the oil on both of my pussies.. not just my main pussy, but my second pussy too. He calls the first my “whore pussy”, because she fucks a lot and can take a pounding. He calls my second pussy my “school girl pussy” because she’s ultra tight and timid and he’ll get in trouble if he cums in her.
We haven’t done this in awhile, probably since before Christmas. My “school girl pussy” is his special treat. And it’s a treat he almost always has to demand because I rarely give it freely. Even when I kinda want to, I still say no. I guess my husband has learned the difference in my No’s. There’s the NO, absolutely not, not tonight, don’t even think about it, and then there’s the NO, I’m not giving it up easily. You’ll have to work harder.
Last night was the softer NO… the okay, you’ve earned it NO. After he lubed her up really good, my husband took my hand and put it on his dick. I have to do the honors, he insists every time. He doesn’t force himself into me, nope, not in my “school girl pussy.” I have to hold his dick while he pushes slowly making his way into the barely discovered domain. It takes awhile and I tense up constantly.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear. “I love how innocent you are, my queen. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise you’ll love it.”
I’m lying on my back still with my legs spread wide on either side of me. My husband is on his knees penetrating me and leaning over to wrap me in his arms. I begin touching myself, rubbing my clit and the sensation from my “school girl pussy” is enhanced dramatically. It actually starts to feel good, always does, she begins to feel like a pussy too. I tell my husband.
“Oh, babe,” I whimper. “That feels so good.” His dick is slowly pumping her. “She feels just like a pussy.”
“She is a pussy and she loves to be fucked too. You want a bigger dick?”
“No,” I shutter at the thought.
“You want a smaller dick?”
“Yes, well, right now I do.” He’s all of the way in her now, his balls resting on my butt. My whore pussy is wetter than usual feeling jealous and horny that her little sister is getting all of the attention.
“No, you don’t. I want to fuck you with a huge dick, a 10″ dick. I want to watch as your whore pussy stretches all around it. I want to pound you with it and see how much you love it. She can take more, I know it.” He’s getting a bit carried away with his pounding on my school girl pussy, so I slow him down.
He continued his story. “I don’t think I could enjoy this little tight thing, though with a huge dick. A 10″ dick would be way too big. I’d bet we’d figure out a way though. I should have been fucking both of your pussies when you were 14 anyways. They’d both be used to it by now.”
He’s grinding deeper in me and an orgasmic sensation builds with it. I swear there is something in my school girl pussy that makes me cum, something for sure! There’s a g-spot in there that gets me every time.
“Fuck, Stella, that pussy is so tight.”
I whimper. It’s a lot.
He digs a little deeper before pulling out and plunging his hard dick into my whore pussy. “I need to pound you, and that little girl can’t take it.”
The way he fucks me is incredible. He’s so strong and sexy and controlling and perfect. My pussy opens like a slurpy whore and lets him do whatever he wants, whatever he needs. More pumps, deeper groans, and then he slips out of her and thumbs his monster dick back towards the school girl pussy. She’s easier now. He dives right in with a smile. She is a pussy.
The deep short strokes do it to me. I’m rubbing my clit and his dick is hitting the right note. My husband says all sorts of nasty things but I don’t remember any of it. I only remember his tongue in my mouth and the way he made love to my lips. I remember the slow but steady pumping of his huge dick. The climax burst from me and pooled in my whore pussy with complete satisfaction. I fell limp and became a fuck doll for awhile.
I don’t know what my husband did and with which pussy, nor do I care. I think he fucked them both again, maybe a few more times. “I love having two pussies to fuck. I love it when they get jealous. I shove myself into one and the other gets juicy and pouts. I have no choice put to go back.”
My husband was a raging animal. He had the energy and desire of two men, maybe three. I was lost between here and heaven, licking my lips, feeling the sensations and listening to his words, his chants, and eventually his climax.
“You are the best fuck ever,” He moaned as he pulled out of the school girl pussy and back into the whore pussy one last time. She engulfed him with her pleasure, like a welcome home hug to her hero. He showered her with a salty liquid kiss.
“Morning, babe,” I said as I disrobed and strutted across the room. The kids were up, the coffee was made, and I was getting dressed for the day.
“Come here, sexy,” he said lifting the comforter. His hairy naked body looked trim and young under the sheets.
I mounted him and rested on his chest. He covered us both with the comforter and kissed me passionately. And that’s when I felt it. Him again. The big stick that fucked me to heaven last night.
“No, babe,” I said quietly in his ear. “I’m just cuddling with you. I love you so much.”
He fidgeted just a moment and then he was already in. My pussy was still wet from last night. The sensation of fullness cut me off mid-sentence.
“This is cuddling to me,” he said with a smirk.
“I’ve gotta get the kids to school, my love.”
“You’ve gotta get my dick off first,” and he meant it too. His dick began to stroke me and I fell silent on the ride. He lifted me up and pounded my juicy little hole good. I’m his fuck doll again. I’m the pussy here to pleasure the cum out of him. I think I smiled the entire time.