My husband and I were fooling around one recent evening; I had just finished blowing him and still had the taste of his cum in my mouth (read previous post if interested). Afterwards, I decided the fun wasn’t over yet and had him follow me to our bedroom.
I was still wearing the dress in which I caught his attention earlier in the evening, but I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. We laid beside each other on the bed and made out while he teased me, sliding his hand up my knee and hips, underneath my skirt, running a finger down along my thighs, then right between my legs, wet with anticipation. He stuck just a fingertip inside me. The simple touch gave me goosebumps; I moaned into his mouth.
He continued that way before sliding in a finger and rubbing exactly where I needed, just enough for me to gasp before he pulled out. Back in, I gasped again, then out. In, gasp, out. Each gasp interrupted our deep kissing. He then slowly slid in two fingers and rubbed with just a little more pressure. I let out a deep long moan. He slowly increased the pressure and speed, and my body responded.
The feeling was too good to leave myself alone; I reached down and started to play with my clit in time him with his fingers inside me, the pleasure spreading outwards. My moans increased in volume, and I couldn’t concentrate on what I was trying to do to myself. I could feel the orgasm building. I needed my hands to do something, so I reached behind myself to hold on to the pillow under my head. I always need my hands grasped around something when I reach this point.
But the orgasm wouldn’t come, it just kept growing more and more. I wanted it so bad, but the build itself felt *so good*. I began gyrating on his hand, stimulating my clit again, moans slipping out of my mouth with each movement. And then I couldn’t lay still anymore. I rolled over to my side and squeezed my legs together around his arm. I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep quiet. This orgasm was developing a life of its own, and I was having a hard time containing it.
I finally reached the point where I *knew* I was about to cum. I could barely breathe, so overcome with the intense build-up, my head thrown back, legs still wrapped tightly around his arms while his fingers worked away, my hands grasping at our bed sheets, the mattress, our pillows, his back, his hair, whatever I could get a grip on.
Finally, after the most intense build I have ever felt, the orgasm came and washed all over me, causing every bit of my body to tingle. I still couldn’t breathe with the overwhelming sensations. I shook, and he rubbed that magic spot inside me just another moment, making me shudder again. He pulled out his fingers and I just laid there, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. I had never experienced an orgasm like that before from his fingers alone.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7s560v/strongest_orgasm_ever_from_my_husbands_fingers
mmmm good story, love to give my girl the g-spot rub