“Some women have large breasts, a small butt, and a big pussy. Other women have small breasts, a big butt, and a small pussy. I’ve had women with small breasts, a small butt, and a big pussy. They’re all great, but you’re the best, my love,” my husband says as he runs his rough hands from soft swollen breasts, across my taunt stomach, over my round hips and down to the honey hole between my legs, “because you have large breasts, a small waist, a large butt, and a small pussy.”
How can four days of sex make such a difference already? Well, it does, folks!
We danced last night, my husband and I. Tango is our poison. Our class tends to be more structured and serious, but he and I seemed lighter this week. We were laughing and flirting and hold each other close. I wore a more padded bra too which added to the fun.
“You have to make your leg like this, babe,” my husband said to me as he showed his straight leg out to the side. “When it’s straight, it looks long and amazing.” He rarely gives me pointers, but his attention to my details last night made me feel so loved and cherished. I just wanted to melt into him right in front of the other students.
“I can feel y’all from across the room,” our instructor teased at one point. I blushed. I was already trying to hide my sexiness from the class. But damn, my husband is so handsome. Our attraction for one another is thick and pervasive… kind of like his dick when he slid into me from behind.
He’s standing on the side of the bed and I’m on the bed at the edge bent over with my legs spread wide open. In yoga it’s called the frog. I’m flexible enough that my legs end up in the splits. I hold a pillow in my arms to keep some space between the bed and my chest, which creates a pronounced arch in my back. My pussy is on a platter. My husband is ready to eat. It’s one of our favorite sex positions.
“You have the perfect body,” my husband continues on. “And you love being fucked from behind. You love putting your butt in the air. You know your butt is so fine.” He’s words are like whispered chants that roll in unison with his strokes.
“Oh my God, baby, your pussy is gold. Fuck baby,” he’s begging now. “Your butt, your waist, your tight little pussy and the way your yummy pink pussy lips ride my dick. They’re all puffed up right now. They get like that when they’re horny. They love being fucked. Any man who gets to fuck your little pussy hole while holding your fine ass like this and gets to cum inside of you will do anything for you.”
I think I cam at that point. I was surely convulsing and lost somewhere in heaven. Then he was. My hand was tucked under me from rubbing my clit. After he finished, I grabbed his balls with my hand and massaged them. He stayed inside of me for a minute before slowly stepping back allowing his cum to pour from my pussy.
Usually he’ll wipe it with a finger and put that in my mouth, but he didn’t last night. He grabbed a towel and patted my lips dry.
And just like clock work, the hand began caressing me this morning from across the bed. I must have fallen asleep in my red lingerie.
Again? I thought
It’s time. He said nothing.
I opened my eyes and he rolled on top of me. His dick was rock hard. I’m now going to call it “morning hard,” because it doesn’t need much help. He seems to wake up that way.
I wonder what my husband has been doing with his morning hard dick for the last 5 years. He’s told me stories of masturbating next to me while I sleep. I recall only waking up a few times to witness it.
“I love having my personal little whore to get my dick off in the morning.” He’s on top of me and my legs are spread. I have no idea what time it is. He kisses me sweetly and slides his body into mine.
He’s thick. I’m tight. We’re one.
And like my own clockwork, my aggravation turns to pleasure. Still half asleep, I succumb to being a sex toy, a pussy for him to fuck. I love having my legs spread, and I wish he’d cum super fast. Not because I’m not enjoying it but because his cumming fast turns me on. It makes me feel super yummy as though all he needed was 10 seconds inside of my feminine magic to burst into bits of masculine ecstasy.
He doesn’t. He’s a fat cat that gets lots of sex. “It takes a bit more to make my dick cum, sweetheart,” he says. “I wanna get off in your mouth. You haven’t swallowed my cum in a few days.”
He lays back on the bed and invites me to snuggle up on his side while he jacks his dick off. I kiss his neck, his ears, and remind him of last night’s session. He’s rubbing my butt with his other hand.
“Your ass is so fine,” he says as he pushes my head down to his throbbing dick. I open my mouth, hold out my tongue and wait for the first taste of cum to squirt inside. Then I close my lips around the head and push his juices all of the way to the back of my throat.
When he’s done pulsing, I swallow. And like a little pussy cat, I lick up every drop of evidence on him and purr as I nestle back into his side.
“Your chores are done,” he kisses my lips. “You can go back to sleep.”