I feel like in my past posts I haven’t really told you anything about myself. So, to start this story off let me give you a little recap. I’m blond, about 5 “5 and around 125 lbs. I’m definitely curvy — for me in all the obnoxious ways. Thick thighs that I struggle to fit into jeans without leaving them gaping like the grand canyon at my butt. My boobs are definitely present in my physique, the bras I use to support my heavy C cups leave divots in my skin after I take them off.
I’m currently married, though I write stories about previous boyfriends occasionally. This story, however, is about my husband.
In my everyday life, I like structure. I’m not going to lie — I have a schedule in my head of the way my life is supposed to go, and if it doesn’t go however I plan it I may have a Britney Spears circa 2000 meltdown. My husband knows this about me, and since he’s much more go with the flow I do most of our daily planning.
I personally think because my everyday personality, at least at home, is so dominant that I like to be submissive, very submissive, in bed. I’m talking pull my hair, spank my ass, choke me, tell me what to say, lay limp as a big cock pounds me submissive.
This is not one of those stories.
*Story Starts Here*
Alek and I had just finished our evening routine, the usual for 20 somethings: dinner, studying, cleaning, budgeting, all the irresponsible millennial stuff. Alek was looking particularly handsome. Sandy blonde hair slightly mussed, eyes as blue as Neptune, his nose ever so slightly crooked, like a wire hanger with a bend, where his brother broke it years before. Glorious.
Alek was laying on the bed looking at his phone nonchalantly scrolling; I approached completely casual. Laying my head down on his chest I watched his facebook feed scroll by. Using my lips I kissed his soft, stubbly cheeks, making my way to his mouth. His lips thin but soft as buttercream brush against mine. I begin to twirl my tongue around and feel the insides of his cheeks as he reaches to put his phone on the dresser.
I drag my fingertips down to his crotch to find him already hard — it’s pretty typical for Alek to get an erection seconds after any sort of physical contact with me. I love feeling his boner underneath the fabric of his camo and boxers; feeling the tension pulling all 5.5 inches of it down is truly magical.
Alek has always been enthusiastic in bed, it’s one of the things I like best about him. I start pulling off his shorts and boxers, already a little wet with precum. My index finger brushes the precum around the head of his pink, pulsating, cock: sleek and flushed with blood flow I’ve never felt anything quite as smooth. He groans a little to show his appreciation.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell him, and he obliges. Now that he’s completely naked the real fun beings. I take the tip of him in my mouth, his balls in my hands, rubbing them back and forth around and around, the many of us fidgeted with marbles when we were younger. Breathing heavy he leans back against the pillows on the bed. I continue to tease him for awhile until he’s grasping at the sheets on the bed, and then I take him completely in my mouth.
I taste the saltiness of his precum, it continues to lube his dick, bobbing my head up and down till I hit the start of his shaft. He’s holding his breath and I can tell if I keep going he’d cum. I don’t like him.
I grab an eye mask from the bedside table and place it over his head. No longer being able to see me, I give him head, but slowly. I start to undress as quietly as possible, pants, then underwear. Naked from the waist down I move my face towards him and make out, letting the saltiness of his dick pass between our mouths. After I’ve caught a bit of breath I take my legs and straddle his head. My labia hand above his mouth perfectly, and I lower myself. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction, he’s always loved eating my pussy, he insists it tastes like berries.
His tongue twirls in all the right places: clit, outer labia, perineum, almost in a massaging manner, taking it slow. Soon enough his tongue begins to flick my clit, and he switches between flicking and tongue fucking me. Once I get close to climax I take off my shirt and bra; Then I take off his eye mask letting him view me riding his face. The excitement brings me to ecstasy and I squirt just a little — my juices running down his cheeks.
He lifts me off of his face, and pushes me into the mattress. My vagina basically a waterfall of lubricant as this point was easily entered by his dick. We’re both sweaty, and out of breath as he pushes me onto my right side and he enters once again from the back. My favorite position, pretty much a one hundred percent way to make me scream.
“Fuck me,” I moan, “Fuck me so good!”
“Your pussy is so tight.”
He thrusts and we clap together, faster and faster. Thrust, clap, thrust, clap, thrust, clap.
We continue this pattern until he bursts, cum shoots into me, and its such an amazing orgasm I can feel the bursts, all five of them. Afterward we lay together, and he chuckles, “That was a surprise, not that I’m complaining.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8iryu0/surprising_my_husband_with_amazing_sex_mf