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.
Well that didn’t last long… the twice-a-day sex my husband proposed yesterday. Filled with such desire after secretly reading my online stories, he planned both an evening and morning routine for us for the rest of the year. But this morning he didn’t touch me.
“You’re cut off,” he said as he dressed.
“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.
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.
“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.
It’s 9:30pm. Sunday night. I cooked dinner for the last hour. We ate as a family. Now I’m helping our children clean up the kitchen and get ready for bed. It’s the first school night after a much needed two-week Christmas holiday. My husband has conveniently made his way to bed after dinner and is […]
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 […]
I lost my virginity when I was 14. The man was much older, so much older that very few people could know about my sophisticated teenage sex life without trouble being started. It made me feel mature, but really he was just training me to be the whore I am today. “I wish I had […]
