It must have been the chilly weather outside or maybe the smaller numbers on the scale. I’ve lost a few pounds recently, so I snapped a sexy picture of myself yesterday morning in the mirror and sent it to my husband. It was my bare breasts and some cute pink panties and a naughty look on my face. He responded immediately.
“Headed home now,” his text read.
I lit the candle and switched on some tender tango music. The clock read 11:10am. I generally yoga on Sundays mornings, but skipping the class for stretching in the sheets sounded more fun. I love sex during the day. It’s 10x better than sex when everyone is tired, and I didn’t have to wait long.
Moments later he was in the bed with me, curled into my chest and sighing. Happiness exuded from his body and the evidence fell from his lips.
“I loved getting that picture, sweetie. I love having a horny wife.” It’s what he always says. I smiled tenderly and kissed his lips passionately. Soulful sex was on!
The married side fuck never felt so good. He entered me from behind and stroked slowly while nibbling on my ears and whispering the sweet sounds of seduction. I moaned and arched my back just a little. His deep baritone voice radiated through my body and out like wetness from my pussy covering his dick in anticipation. We rocked and rocked and rocked. An hour may have passed, but I wasn’t watching the clock.
He talked about having two pussies and how much he loved fucking both. That’s where the idea come from. I cupped his dick with my hand and attempted to push it into my other pussy, my school girl pussy as he calls it, but it wasn’t wet enough. He fixed the problem with some coconut oil and slid it in slowly monitoring my breath the entire time.
It was deep, my breathing that is, and it got deeper when my husband slid his fingers into my pussy, now affectionately called the pussy queen, and began the quick rhythmic rubbing that made me cum so good a few days back.
Heat was building around us, but it felt like we were suspended in midair frozen in time. My husband didn’t thrust much at all in my other pussy since his focus was on my pleasure, instead she kept his dick in a tight loving hug while her sister got fingered.
“Oh God, that feels so amazing,” I chanted lowly breathing deeper still.
My body ended up on top of him, my back to his chest with his dick still inside of me, warmed by my back side. We broke out a long abandoned toy from the bedside chest, a pink elongated vibrator with a thin rod and round seed-like bulb on the end. I guess that’s supposed to stimulate my g-spot. But together with his dick penetrating me from behind, I felt completely full, not a space left to breath, until I did, and I found a little more.
“You do it, sweetie,” he said as he rubbed his fingers all over my pussy, my clit, and my butt. His hands found my nipples and squeezed them too. It was all one big slow pleasure fest. He was pleasured, I was pleasured, we were one and happy.
I took control of the vibrator and realized that movement was nearly impossible. “I can’t do anything. It’s all just too tight, my king,” I whimpered.
“Yes, you are very tight, my love. Relax and find the spot that feels the best.”
He flicked the vibrator to a soft hum and kept his hands down there with mine I assume so he could record my movements into memory for later use. How far in am I putting the vibrator? What kinds of rhythm am I using? Am I going fast or slow or not moving at all?
Considering the serious lack of room, I ended up not moving much at all. But the sensations grew especially as he began to shift his dick in and out of my other pussy a little. That felt terrific in a way I can’t explain. Just try it if you never have. Go slow and use oil. Relax is what my husband always says, but this time he didn’t need to remind me. I just did it naturally.
It was was pussy that needed to relax this time.
I kept the vibrator in place as his fingers began to stimulate my clit. “No!” I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. Let go, Stella. Let go. Let him make love to you. Let go.
The sensations grew like roots from my pussy and out the rest of my body. They were slow and thoughtful focused on a more grounded pleasure than a quick spark that burns out fast. In fact, the orgasm lasted several minutes.
My breathing was like blossoms on the tree of ecstasy, unfolding at the perfect time into crescendo of wild womanly wails that echoed across the goddess palace and through the rest of our home.
Time stood still during this most archaic ritual of energy transfer, from him to me, from me to him. We enlivened one another with the spirit of the divine, the fruits of our labor, the power of original sin.