[FM] Took the day off work to fuck

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What We Look Like: My husband (40) is 6’3” and in great physical shape with strong shoulders and back. He has brown hair and a beard with just a hint of ginger. I’m a shorty- 5 foot even with long curly auburn hair and blue eyes. I have natural DDDs and thick muscular legs and ass because I do a lot of yoga. Squats are a girl’s best friends!

Our Relationship: After nearly 2 decades of a dead bedroom, we have woken up to a season of sexual liberation. We use cannabis to enhance our bedroom activities, so that may come into play in stories. Thanks for reading.

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We both took the day off work to fuck. I’m still st home but he has some errands to run and promises to be home by 11 AM.

I have an apple and peanut butter and a cup of coffee to start the day. I take a small edible because I know I want to be as submissive as possible. I run a bath with this rose petal bath bomb and shave my legs and use a sugar scrub and make sure I’m silky and soft head to toe. I get out and cover myself in this vanilla-amber lotion I love. I smell like the most expensive and delicious cupcake on earth.

He messages me: My dick hurts because it needs you so bad. I’m stuck in traffic. I’ll be a little late.

I respond with pictures. I set my tripod up with my phone and take pictures of me from behind, nude, on my knees and ready for his cock. Another of me standing, bent over, with my ass up for him to grab. There’s a selfie of me nude on the bed with my curly hair twisted down around my breasts and my pink nipples peeking through.

I get bored waiting so I change into (hmm, is it called changing into when you go from nude to dressed?) a little black lingerie teddy. It has sheer panels on the front and lacy ruffles on the ass cheeks which don’t cover much at all and then tuck into a lacy thong.

I take more pics in the lingerie. Some on the bed. Some standing and posing. I lean forward and catch my overflowing breasts in one pic as my lingerie struggles to hold them up. I send these ones to him and wander around the house with a robe over my lingerie because we have windows everywhere.

I’m in lingerie eating pizza on a paper towel on the bedroom floor when he walks in. I look up sheepishly, “Sorry! I got hungry!” He bends down, kisses my forehead and laughs, “Take your time. Then get on the massage table on your back.”

We have a nook attached to our master bedroom with a gas fireplace and a massage table. He’s turned the fire on low. He does give great massages. I’m wondering if maybe he’s just giving me a massage? Should I lay normally on my back for a massage or should I lay with my butt hanging off at the end and my legs up?

My mental questioning agony ends when he walks in and I see that he is hard as a rock.

The massage table is the perfect height for us for deep fucking. I lay with my butt hanging off at the end and put my feet in the air and he stands and enters me and wraps my legs around his shoulders. I squeeze my thighs tight around him and he feels so much bigger and I feel so full and so happy and complete.

We are both sweaty and out of breath when he says we need a break. We both get water and walk around and stretch a bit and then he tells me to lay in bed on my stomach. He climbs on top of me and forces himself inside me.

His hands grip my shoulders and he is pushing into me so hard it borders that place between pain and pleasure. I like it and I want it but I get equally excited and scared about the sexier, darker things we both might still want. There’s so much we have yet to explore together. I have no idea what kinks we might discover.

Later, we are on our sides and he’s thrusting hard. I am loving it and in the moment I just reach back and grab his hips to pull him deeper. I dig my fingertips in a little and moan, “Don’t stop!”

He pulls back from me and I feel him soften. I curl myself tighter, releasing him. I realize my error. He needs to be in control. My role here isn’t to devour him or attack him or command him to do anything. I am his.

A few minutes pass. He reaches his hands to my hips, pulling me towards him. His apology? His forgiveness? I soften to him. He slips inside. It’s slow and gentle and his hands speak love to my breasts. His fingertips whisper that he loves me and I can trust him with my body and I am safe.

When the movement shifts from soft romance to hunger and need, I surrender. I’m his and I trust him.

For thirty minutes, we rotate through positions- doggy and spooning and missionary and all the variations and I’m dying to get on top and ride him. I desperately want to cum. But I don’t want to force him. And I want him to stay in charge. I’m contemplating how to do this when he says, “you know what you need to do?” I shake my head. “You need to get on top and ride me.”

My legs are shaking because I’m so overwhelmed with how much I need this when I get on top of him. God, he feels even better than I remembered when I lower myself onto him.

I ride him and lean my shoulders back so my breasts will bounce even more for him as I go up and down on his cock. He reaches his right hand up and grabs my breast and squeezes it a little tighter than normal and I’m starting to feel the slightest discomfort and then he twists my nipple between his fingertips and I feel like I should cry or fight or say something but suddenly I’m so overcome with how much it turns me on that I’m shaking and whimpering and the waves of him and the pain and the need I had for him all collide into orgasmic bliss.

I collapse onto him. “Good job, honey” he says, kissing my sweaty forehead.

He still needs to finish. I’m biting my lip wanting to offer to blow him when we make eye contact. I shrug my shoulders. We both say nothing but it’s an entire conversation in our eyes. Me: Don’t be mad, just a suggestion… Him: What? Me: Can I maybe please blow you? He cocks his chin and pats my back, gently lowering me to position to suck on him.

I love the taste of him and even more than that I love the taste of us on him. The sex and sweat on my tongue and the way it makes him shake in his thighs when I get just deep enough and swivel my tongue a certain way.

He grabs the back of my neck with one hand, his fingers laced in my curls. He’s in control now. I open my mouth and let him take the lead, pumping in and out of my mouth as I respond with my mouth and my lips. He reaches that border of throat fucking territory and I’m super close to gagging and I’m debating backing out and he cums and I just decide to swallow and it makes me feel happy because I did it for him. And I love him.

We are both taking a break for coffee and pizza, maybe I’ll update later…

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