My husband has got to be one of the sexiest men in the world. I think his masculinity is what does it. He’s rough and tumble with a hint of class. He’s always on a mission, making calls, building things, directing logistics, and buying materials. That’s what I saw out of the window Saturday morning.
I was sipping coffee and enjoying the fact that I’d slept in. My body was refreshed and soft like I’d been kissed by the youth fairies and could take my time starting the day. My husband was already in his weekend work attire of blue jeans, work boots, and a blue Hawaii t-shirt. I heard him through the glass tell his son something like, “When I move the truck, you need to watch this latch to make sure it doesn’t slip” and “I’ll meet you at the work site in 10.”
In the house he came, for what, I don’t know, but when he saw me in my first cup of coffee glory still in my white robe and moving slowly, seducing me jumped to the spot of top priority.
“Well, good morning, gorgeous,” he said planting a kiss on my lips. “I had so much fun with you last night.” His dick jumped a little in his pants.
“Yes, it was quite a sexy night, wasn’t it?” I smirked taking another sip of coffee and giving him the look, my non-verbal permission to fuck me.
He swept me up in a rush and planted me back on the cold granite bathroom countertop using my robe as my butt cushion. My legs were spread, my pussy wet, my breasts adored and then he moved forward and pushed himself in.
I gulped. He was huge, and my fresh pussy was tight tight tight around him. Her lips stretched out like a smile proving to her lord she’d take care of his needs regardless of what it took. We kissed deeply as my body absorbed his masculine musk. It’s like a drug, almost, a potion of toxic proportions turning me into this limp girl of yummy submission. I surrendered to his will and felt instant gratification. I need him just as much as he needs me.
His shirt flew off and my body was pulled closer. A glance in the mirror made me happy. My body is sinfully sexy, curvaceous yet svelte. Our eyes met and he reassured me he was thinking the exact same thing.
“My queen, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He was wincing with intoxication. I guess my feminine pheromones are just as potent as his. “And your pussy feels amazing. She’s the sweetest thing you could ever give me.”
We locked eyes again, face to face. I give it all to him, all of my gifts and all of my worries. We’re one, he and I, and I belong to him, with him, full of him. I belong right here with my legs spread offering my body like therapy, like his elixir to cure anything ailing him.
I popped my pussy out further opening up a little more for him to dive in. He took the invitation and ran, pounding my juicy little slurpy hole hard and fast and rough like only a strapping manly man can.
We embraced tightly and exchanged warm feelings of love and gratitude. He’s my rock, my security, my biggest fan. I open as wide as my pussy will let me and listen to him chant amens and hallelujahs like he’s worshipping his personal pleasure goddess from heaven.
I love not cumming. It sets me up to feel more horny throughout the day. It makes me prettier I think too, sexier, and lighter for sure and gives me the creative energy I crave. It makes me fun to fuck, sprite and jovial, which I really enjoy being. I don’t care what you may think, as an entertainer the pleasure I give is the pleasure I keep. And it lasts so much longer than one quick squirt of ecstasy.
I need his cum, though. I need it in me all of the time. I love it in my mouth, on my lips, licked off of my beautifully manicured fingernails, and carefully buried deep deep deep inside my slit. And he needs to give it to me, he needs to release that chaotic energy, he needs to feel like a king doing it too, he needs his salty seed to be treated like a divine remedy.
God, I’m exactly where I need to be.
My pussy sucked every drop of serum from her master and kissed him sweetly on his way out. My lips reached his for a quick peck and a teasing nibble then I smiled to let him know I was satisfied with my performance and the result.
He moved back to witness his mess making sure none of his liquid was seeping out yet. I kept my legs spread wide, wide, wide until he was fully dressed shifting my bottom just a little so he could enjoy the shiny puffed up wonderland he created.
That’s the image I want him to leave with… his happy, horny, relaxed whore wife injected with his magic semen and ready, now, to greet the day with it.