I spritzed on perfume in our luxurious bathroom. He sprayed his cologne in our walk in closet. We met in the middle of my goddess palace.
“Let’s practice our dance, Stella,” My husband said as he reached out his hand to mine. “You handle the music, and I’ll handle you.”
I blushed and reached for my phone. I was naked still, wearing only my sparkly nude tango heals. The only light in the room came from the two bed side lamps and a flicker of my favorite candle on the coffee table.
“So the girl down the street has a tighter pussy, huh?!?”
I’ve been caught. I blush. My husband has been reading my posts.
“No. Please. Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” I’m embarrassed to think of how much he knows about my nasty fantasy life now. I put my hands over my ears, but he goes on.
“The three guys knew about the four guys from earlier. You little fucking whore.” My husband was laying in bed with his phone in his hand. My website was on the screen. His dick was raging hard like a thick stick.
I was a bad girl last night.
A few girl friends came over, and we drank several bottles of champagne between us. By the time my husband got back, I was what you might call tipsy. Not drunk, no I’ve only been truly drunk a few times in my life, but I was definitely feeling a bit more chatty than usual. My cheeks were rosier too. My laughs were louder. Then I wanted to dance.
lease come fuck me. I need you now. That’s what my text message said to him.
On my way, was his reply.
When my husband walked in the door to my goddess palace (that’s what I call our master bedroom), he found me lying on the bed, legs spread, tits hanging out, pussy covered in coconut oil and my fingers playing in her yummy lips. It was 4:30 Thursday afternoon.
He didn’t say anything, just stared at the scene as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. I didn’t say anything either.
“You should fuck someone with a really good dick.” He articulates the word dick. It hangs in the air for a few moments.
“I want a guy with a huge dick… like really really really big dick. Bigger than I’ve ever had.”
His dick grew again. “Oh, yes, you horny little whore. You want your pussy to be all stretched out, don’t you?”
The story turned from me fucking some guy alone to my husband organizing and watching the entire scene. He’s such a sexy man, my husband that is. He’d pimp me out in a heartbeat if I really let him.
So my husband left yesterday morning after his spontaneous erotic get off session. I drank my coffee on my back while enjoying his cum for hours. When I say hours, I mean the entire day! I didn’t masturbate, no. I just stayed nestled under my decadent white goose down comforter and fingered my juicy pussy […]
