We bathed together last night. The water was piping hot, and I poured in Epson salts for an added layer of relaxation. We talked about the day and washed our grime away. There was nothing really sensual about it at all.
By the time we were clean and laying in bed, it was well past 10:30pm and my yearn for sleep was out weighing my desire for sex. Dang, the old Stella was back.
“You know what I realized, honey,” I asked. We were lying naked under our covers and neither of us had made a move to make love.
“That you desire writing about our sex more than actually having it?” He joked. Of course, his sarcasm has an element of truth in it.
I do really enjoy telling kinky stories about our sex, and I don’t always want to have sex. But, since we started our 365 day sex challenge, I find myself more willing to start sex even if I’m not in the mood.
“No,” I responded with a snotty attitude. “I discovered that even if I’m not in the mood when we start to have sex, I almost always really enjoy it and feel grateful for the discipline to just do it regardless of my mood.”
“Just admit it.” He’s coming to life, folks. The hot bath coma is wearing off. “My dick makes you feel so good, baby.”
“Oh, it does.” I purr.
My husband got up to turn down the lights and ended up on my side of the bed cuddled behind me. I wondered then how easy it would be to ignite my turn on but didn’t say anything. He slowly peeled my top leg away from the bottom and slipped his masculine fingers into the holy grail between my legs.
But he didn’t mess with my opening and the gooey liquid that was pooling there. Instead, his fingers stayed on my clit and rhythmically massaged her in a circular motion. Three trips around the moon and I was feeling more in the mood.
I call my clit my “button” because she works like a switch for my desire. If I massage her, she responds quickly. If my husband does, she calls in the sex gods even faster.
“Oh, I love it when you press my little button.” The heat was building in me.
“You love it when I finger your pussy in any way. Makes you feel like a whore,” his voice trails off as he focuses on his orbital track and my corresponding breaths.
Being in his arms is like heaven. I’m sure I’ve said that before. “I am a whore. I’m your whore. I need to pleasure your dick everyday.”
I’ve often told my husband to use my clit switch for his own pleasure. Why? Because it feels so yummy to go from zero to 100 with a touch of his hand. And then to have his cum dripping out of me 3 minutes later? Damn. Nothing is sexier. Of course that’s not what was happening now. Our quickies are typically in the mornings. He rubbed my little button a few moments more.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he positioned himself between them. I’m laying on my back. “Spread them even wider. Show me how badly you want my dick in you.”
I did as I was told. My legs were spread and so were my pussy lips. This feels like the most natural position for me… laying naked on my back with my legs open. It like the most powerful submission. My little pussy gets center stage.
He shoved himself inside of my body like horny dog. “Spread ’em wider, you little whore. Give me all of that fucking pussy.” His dominance turns me on to no ends. I want to melt into a puddle of ravenous seduction. He started pumping his dick. I feel like a perfect hole for him to fuck, and I love it.
“I can’t spread them any wider,” I’m whimpering. I took up rubbing my clit since his hands were busy holding himself up. I massaged my button for just a moment and felt my legs relax even more. My legs were stretched so wide both of my knees were resting on the bed on opposite sides. Can’t get much wider than that!
“Your pussy is sucking my dick good.” His thrusts are heavier, faster. I squeeze my pussy around him and he responds with a faint moan.
“She was made to suck your dick. Her little lips are wrapped tightly around you. She was made to get your cum.” I’m rubbing my clit fast now too. How in the world was I not in the mood for this tonight? My button works wonders, I tell ya!
Just then, he pulled out leaving my sloppy pussy open and empty.
“What are you doing?” I cried anxiously.
He placed his mouth where his dick had been and licks my sweet little hole 5 maybe 6 times. Long wonderful strokes. And then he spits on her a few really good times. I arch my back with pleasure. “Oh My God, I love that.” It’s so nasty and yet so good. I look down to watch him. He spits on her again and again and then licks the opening before taking in one really good approving look at the results.
“I want a picture of my pussy after that huge dick gets done pounding her,” he demands referring to the nasty story we told each other during sex the other night. That was the night he let a man with a gigantic dick fuck me. That was a good night.
He mounts me again. His dick is throbbing and my clit is engorged. I wanna cum so hard, but before I can, he pulls out again.
“Stop doing that.” I snarl at him.
“I like teasing my cummy little whore. How many times have you been fucked today?”
Oh, it’s like that? Now I get to play.
“You make five…. that is once you squirt your cum inside of me. Four other guys already got off in me today.” I love being able to make up kinky stories. The more we do this aloud, the easier the nastiness can roll off the tongue and join the party.
He licked me again, spit again, licked again, spit again. His dick is raging hard, my pussy is sloppy wet.
“I love sloppy whore pussy. It’s the best pussy.”
He slid himself in again, this time easier than before. Between the spitting and the fucking and the rubbing and the stories, I was feeling more stretched out. His dick reached the back of my pussy and rubbed my g-spot. His strong arms on either side of my ears flexed as he buried his entire dick inside. There was nothing left. All of him was in all of me.
I cam. Couldn’t stop it. All of my pleasure released into the room and I groaned loudly. My ears started to muffle as they generally do when I climax. Everything is right with the world.
I hit snooze three times this morning. We were up late hooting with the owls last night. My husband rolled over and touched my pussy. She was still wet, probably still filled with cum, his and mine.
“I have nothing to offer,” I said meekly to him. I felt exhausted and couldn’t muster up the energy to lift my head much less do anything else.
“Oh, I don’t need anything more,” he said to me as he lifted my leg and placed his body just outside of my feminine opening. “Your pussy is already the most special thing you can give me. She is more than enough.”
He pushed himself inside. Last night’s pleasure seeped out from the sides. Within a minute, his dick was adding to the collection. Yep, I’m horny now despite my exhaustion. He dismounts and leaves the bed.
“Fuck, baby, now I’m feeling horny again.” It’s amazing how quickly that can happen.
“That’s exactly how I want to leave you. The hornier you are, the better.” My husband throws on his robe and heads to the kitchen.