He fucked my stress away [FM]

It was a rough day in our house. Toddler had a fever, and she wasn’t going to bed easily; she exhausted me all day. A friend had been in town and was leaving for his cross-country flight home. I told my husband he should get a chance to see him off, so they were out for dinner and drinks. I texted to let him know about the trouble. He ended up leaving early and bringing the friend home so he could help with bedtime and relieve me of my duty.

As my caring husband helped our daughter back to sleep upstairs in the nursery, I poured myself a large glass of wine in the kitchen. The stress of the day and evening weighed on me, and I had an urge for it to be fucked away. I wanted my husband to pound me so hard that all my stress would just fall right off. I needed an orgasm, and I needed it bad.

I left the kitchen and walked to the living room to sit beside our friend on the couch. We chatted, and all I could think about was how I wanted my husband’s hands on me. Fingers inside me. Tongue licking. Mouth sucking. Teeth nibbling. Bodies pressing.

My mind returned, I remembered our friend. I sipped on my wine, and we chatted about my pet cat that was cuddling up to him. I watched his hands stroke underneath the cat’s chin. And then my mind wandered to my husband’s hands again, and how I wanted them to effortlessly slip inside me like they did the night before, making me warm and giving me chills at the same time.

My husband managed to get the toddler to sleep and came downstairs just as I finished my wine. He wasn’t aware yet of how horny I was, how much I needed to be filled. He joined us on the couch. In the past, when I was as aroused as I was in this moment, just being near a man could send shivers through my body, and I was seated between two.

My husband turned on a movie and I tried to focus, but I couldn’t. I pulled out my phone and texted him: “I want you to fuck me so hard.” He glanced over as I sent it and jumped in his seat. Our friend noticed; he thought quickly and said, “geez, if you wanted another drink, you could have said! My silly wife, texting me…” He got up to the kitchen, and I followed. “I won’t make you make my drink, I’ll help”, I giggled.

Once in the kitchen, out of our friend’s view, my husband pushed me up against the fridge and played with my nipple through my shirt while we shared a hungry kiss. I placed my hand on the front of his pants to feel the hardness that was just for me. A nearly silent moan escaped my lips, and we remembered we weren’t alone in our house and were supposed to be getting drinks.

We made it back to the couch and started the film. I wanted to play a game with my husband. I texted him again, “I wanna suck you off”. I felt his phone vibrate next to me. “I have a hunger”, I sent right after. He finally looked at this phone, and the anticipation to see his response was killing me. I saw him smile. I received a text back, “hungry for cock?” I responded, “I need you inside me, make me whimper and moan”.

*”I’m going to watch you pleasure yourself while you beg for it. And then I’ll use you.”*

“oh god, yes, please, use me”.

I yawned and said goodnight to our friend, it was late and I needed to sleep. Once I made it upstairs, he messaged me, “Change into something while I wait for him to leave. Start playing with your vibrator.” I did as I was told.

*”Are you pleasuring yourself?”* “mhm”

*”Good girl. I want you to be wet and ready for me when we’re finally alone”*.

I dressed up for him and played with my pink vibrating toy as I waited for him to come upstairs. I heard the front door open and close. Heard the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs open and shut. He was coming for me. I heard the stairs creak with every few steps.

He made it to the top, I heard him cross the hall to the bedroom, and my breathing picked up with each step. The door handle turned and the door slowly swung open; he saw me laying on my back, hand between my legs, keeping hold of the little buzzing toy inside me.

He slowly walked around the bed and kept his eyes on me, smirking as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. He climbed on the bed and laid on his back, reaching for the part I was most excited to get my hands and mouth on, and pointed it upwards as an invitation.

Keeping my vibrating toy inside with one hand, I crawled over and took him with my other while gently licking him. My tongue first met him at the tip, then slowly and deliberately ran all around his head and then just under before sliding down the shaft. Back up I dragged my tongue, over the groove to the head, until I reached the tip again. My tongue flicked around a few times before I took him in my needing mouth, shallow, sucking and bobbing my head as I used my free hand to stroke him. I gripped tight for a moment to feel how solid he was, how absolutely strong his erection felt in my hand. I sucked a little harder for another moment before moving downwards to suck his balls, something we recently discovered he loves.

As I carefully took them in my mouth, running my tongue over every bit I could, I had his shaft gripped firmly in my hand, rubbing my thumb along the tip. My husband twitched and tensed and relaxed and twitched again, a soft moan every time I tugged ever so slightly with my mouth, just as he directed me to do in the past. I smiled and looked up at him, but his head was back on the pillow, eyes closed, a content look on his face.

I continued alternating between focusing on his cock and balls until I felt I had him worked up enough. I moved upwards to his navel and gave him playful kisses on his stomach, down his thighs, left and right, making sure my breath reached his member, reminding him of how close I was. Back up I kissed towards his stomach and then down again to his cock, kissing that gently all over as well.

And then without warning, I opened my mouth wide and plunged down so he quickly found his way to my throat. He gasped in surprise, and his hands reached for my head, his fingers entwined in my hair. I slowly raised my head, keeping my lips wrapped tight around his now slick cock. I offered another gentle lick or two before quickly forcing him to the back of my throat again. I held my position at the base, licking what I could manage inside my mouth, my free hand cusping and gently massaging his balls. He made an animalistic groan and his grip on my head tightened. Each time I sucked a little more, he let out a deep breathless moan, and I started to grind my hips in excitement.

The hand that had been keeping my toy in place started to soak a little, I was beginning to lose my grip. I was dripping, and the noises my husband made as I throated him only added to it. I continued to take all of him inside my mouth, then coming up for air just in time for him to push my head back down and hold it for a moment, just how I like it. His hips started to thrust upward as he fucked my throat, and I felt that wonderful familiar rise from within and between my legs.

Knowing how desperately I wanted this orgasm, I was not going to risk losing it. Keeping my head all the way down on my husband, I lowered my body so I was on my stomach. With one hand holding in my toy, another rubbing away at my clit, and my husband deep in my mouth, my orgasm finally made its appearance. Each wave of warmth and pleasure washed over me, my hips bucked, and my moans were muffled with my mouth full. Soon they quickly turned to grunts as my orgasm continued, never letting up. As each wave crashed, I pushed further into the bed, further down on my husband, further in my mouth. I couldn’t even hear my husband anymore, all I knew was this feeling of overwhelming enjoyment between my legs.

I finally finished and needed a moment to collect myself; my heart was racing and my breath was rapid. I moved my mouth off my husband and pulled out my toy, the sound of the vibration filling the room. I turned it off and smiled at my husband, a nonverbal way to make sure he understood what I just experienced. Now the question we didn’t say but understood: what next?

He was about to sit up from the bed and take charge for the remainder of our evening, but I wasn’t ready for that. I crawled up to him and flung one leg over his body and sat down on his legs, his cock standing upright and hard in front of me, the light shining off the moisture my mouth left behind. I hovered and used my hand to take hold and align him perfectly with me, taking care to tease myself with his tip before gently sliding it in, but only a little.

We gently kissed while I kept him shallow inside and then slowly moved out, then once again, his breath catching with each change, and I moved him slightly further in each time he returned. He began to breathe heavily with every movement, and it encouraged me to push him further in and with more force, harder and faster and deeper. His hands gripped around my waist, as if he had power over my pace. He didn’t. His breathing quickened more still and developed into grunts and groans. I had him entranced, his grip on me tightening with each bounce. His face scrunched up. I knew he was close.

I lifted up so just his tip was inside. “No. You don’t get to cum yet. I’m not ready.” I told him. I hovered over him for another minute or so, and then slowly lowered myself back down. I kept it slow to ensure he didn’t blow just yet. I wanted a second orgasm. I *deserved* a second orgasm. I repeated the same steps from earlier: slow and shallow then fast and deep. He groaned louder than before, that familiar groan I love so much. That groan that makes me feel empowered. I stopped bouncing again.

“Not. Yet.”

I decided he could use a change in position, so I directed him to swap spots. With my back on the bed and a pillow below me, he hovered above on his knees and lifted my legs over his shoulders. As if delivering payback, he took excruciatingly long to slide inside me. But as soon as he did, for the last bit, he pushed in deep and deliberate, forcing me to gasp and smile. It was on.

In and out he thrust, hard and fast, and that very welcome warmth began to grow again. I moaned as loud as I dared, careful not to wake the toddler in the room next door. It felt so good each time he pushed in. My hands grabbed his strong shoulders, my nails digging in, trying to lift my waist to drive him further inside me. My moans turned to quick high-pitched whimpers with each smack. I was ready. I was ready for my second orgasm, and it seemed it was going to take effort to coax it out. I began to squeeze every chance I could as he pulled out, as if begging him to stay, as if I never wanted him to leave. The only comfort was knowing he would be back, forcefully, but it would be welcome.

It was finally time. He hit the magic spot, and there was an explosion of warmth radiating outwards and all over, from deep inside out to my belly, more warmth down through my legs, to my calves, I felt the tingle, it moved further down to my toes, and upwards too. From my belly up to my breasts, I felt the tingle extend outwards to my nipples, and still up to my shoulders, the stress of everything shedding out through my shoulders, to my neck, he was still thrusting, further and more, it was clear I was at my peak.

The instant the explosion finally reached the furthest parts of my body, he made that groan I caught earlier. It was his time. As I felt the aftershocks of my own orgasm, he practically growled, and I felt the twitching and contracting of his balls; he was emptying everything he had inside me. He growled again with each thrust until he was completely spent. I squeezed him once more for good measure, he shook, and then lowered his head onto mine while we both caught out breath.

He slipped out, we cleaned up and cuddled up against each other in bed. I felt I was about to have the best sleep in days. He fucked all the stress out of me, just as I needed.

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