He said he was tired… I sat on his face [FM]

*This happened last weekend. Just couldn’t find the time to write sooner. Enjoy ;)*

I’ve been more than a little horny all weekend – I’m longing, thirsting, craving for a fuck – but unfortunately my cop husband has to work two twelve hour shifts and I’ve visited some friends so we’ve hardly seen each other. On Sunday evening we are slouched on the couch, he’s watching stuff on youtube and I can tell he is beat. Still, a girl can try… ‘hey baby’ I say. Absentminded ‘hmm?’. ‘Look at me…’. He finally looks up. I slowly pull my sweater over my head in a hopefully erotic way – but he bursts out laughing! WTF?! I yank the sweater off my head unpretentiously, obviously this isn’t going as planned… He is laughing so hard he’s almost crying. I look down at myself and then I see why: I’ve totally forgotten I wear an old T-shirt with E.T. printed on it (the alien from the Steven Spielberg movie), his big sad fish eyes stretched over my boobs, geeky alien smile on my belly… Citing my husband: ‘E.T. looks just like a wrinkled old dick’. I have to giggle too, since this is an awfully accurate description. So yeah, no sexy mood thanks to E.T., you cock-blocking extraterrestrial son of a bitch…

A bit later: my husband announces he is tired and will go to bed early but needs to do some work stuff before, reducing the prospects of me getting laid tonight to a minimum. I decide to work out a little, hoping it may help to fire off some physical energy, while he sits down with his laptop at our big dining table, his back towards me and earplugs in. About half an hour later I’m sweating (and still craving…), I walk into the kitchen for a glass of water and on my way back I see that delighted expression on his face. I doubt that crime can be so amusing so I ask him what he’s doing. He grins at me ‘I’ve just read your last post on reddit, the one where you bang that coworker of your dad’.

Aww, I haven’t seen that coming! I knew he would read it eventually since we agreed on full disclosure about my sharing of sex stories and he said he was okay with me writing about experiences I had with other men before our time. Even so, I’m a bit unsure because I guess just knowing your wife used to fuck around is something else than reading every glorious detail about it… So I ask him, what he thinks and to my great relief he says he likes the story and in fact it turned him on a little! I smile at him happily, grateful for him to be so open minded. Then he says ‘about that last part… when you let him peek under your skirt in a car park… did you actually do that??’. ‘I definitely did’ I admit, blushing a little. He sights, ‘still have to finish here…’. ‘Okay, I need a shower anyway’. But I’ve got an idea ;)

After the shower I dive deep into my wardrobe. Unfortunately, I don’t have the pencil skirt anymore (gave it to a skinny friend because I thought I would never fit into it ever again.. turned out I was wrong about that). But I still own the elegant low heels I wore back then at that trade-fair and a simple black dress I sometimes wear for work to go with it. Also, I have a similar pair of nice black lace thigh highs. I put some lipstick on and light all the candles of the big chandelier because I want him to get a good look at me. Then I slowly stride into the living room…

He’s still sitting on the table and he smiles at the sound of my heels on the wooden floor. I go down on my knees and crawl under the table, planning to come up again between his legs, pull down his sweatpants and reward him with a dedicated blowjob, but I find I can’t move upwards without banging my head on the tabletop. He smiles down at me, then pushes his chair back and pulls me up on my feet and higher still, lifting me up until I sit on his upper arms, his hands holding me behind my lower back and my stomach at level with his face, just like this! I’m not a superficial girl and I certainly appreciate intellectual qualities in men… but boy, do I adore those muscles!

He carries me to the bedroom and carefully lays me down on the bed. ‘You can leave the shoes on..’ he whispers, as he pushes my dress up to my waist, taking in the sexy thigh highs and black lace G-string. ‘Do you wanna take some pictures of me?’ I ask. He sure does. I like posing for him in my lingerie, this is foreplay before foreplay to me. But I remember he said he was tired, so it’s not many pics until I make him take off his cloth and lay down on his back on the bed. I strip out of my dress as well (not wearing a bra), and sit on top of him. Now it’s me taking in the delicious sight of him. ‘Hmm, I don’t even know where to start with you…’ I say, but then I remember the way I had originally planned it. Slowly, I work my way down on him, placing little kisses and soft bites on his chest and stomach until I reach the head of his hard dick and tenderly take it between my cherry red lips. He moans when I start circling my tongue around it. He moans some more when I take him in as deep as I can, moving my tongue all the way along his shaft and grazing him just a tiny little bit with my teeth. ‘Hmmm’ he says with his rough voice, ‘I love those delicious wet noises of your mouth on my dick’. Encouraged like this, I increase my pace and start sucking him madly, like I cannot get enough of his cock, making all the more nice wet noises for him.

I know he’s craving to cum in my mouth now but I cannot permit that – based on empirical evidence I’m afraid he’ll fall asleep within seconds after his orgasm and leave me without my much needed release! Thinking practically, I quickly strip out of the G-string, move around to position myself on top of him, 69-style. He grabs my hips and pulls me down forcefully until my pussy meets his mouth. There he pauses for a second, making me feel his breath on my pussy lips, then starts licking and entering me with his hot tongue, making wet noises now as well. It’s so intense, I want to cry out – but I cannot because my mouth is full of dick. I looove this, giving sweet oral pleasure to him while he gives the same to me.

I fact, I love it so much I soon have trouble to focus on the blowjob… ‘Stop baby’ he mumbles inside my pussy, ‘just let me make you cum’. Getting greedy now, I move around again and sit on his face, holding on to the headpiece of the bed. I look down and the sight of his face between my lace-clad thighs while he is relishing in the taste and smell of my juices is so incredibly sexy. He grabs my firm ass and holds me in place while he goes wild on my clit and makes me cum on his face, getting the FUCKING BEST RELEASE IMAGINABLE!

I’m panting now as I move down again, kissing his dripping lips and tasting my own cum. I press my very wet pussy on his dick and start a slow back and forth movement without him entering me, while I keep on kissing, baiting him by pushing my tongue inside his mouth just a little with the rhythm. He holds me tight and sits up, pulling me with him. ‘Are you teasing me again?’ he says sternly (in a fucking sexy dominant way) ‘be careful, if you get too cheeky, I’ll just nail you down and take what I need!’. Hmm, that’s exactly the kind of kinky talk I like, as he very well knows! I smile mischievously, hell yeah will I keep on teasing until I make him snap… But safety first. I reach for a condom (unfortunately no safe day today) and unpack it when he suddenly smiles at me playfully, ‘I’m wondering if you can put that on with your mouth?’. How could I say no to that! I put some lube on my lips and the condom on my mouth, then slowly unroll it on his dick taking him all the way in again in the process. When I come up again, I look at him with big doe eyes, smile innocently – then bite hard into his chest…

He cries out in pain and surprise, grabs me, throws me on my back with force and crushes me under his big strong body. He surely isn’t tired anymore. He’s piqued and he wants to fuck me bare and nothing else in the world turns me on like that. ‘You bad girl! Now you will open those pretty legs for me or I’ll force you to’ he demands. I feel a rush of new wetness between said legs but I play and try to wriggle away, pushing at his chest where the outline of my teeth is already showing. He grabs my wrists, nailing me to the mattress and makes true on his ‘I’ll force you to’ promise: he spreads my legs vigorously and starts to fuck me hard and without mercy, the way I like it best. I cry out in raw lust but his hand clamps down firmly on my mouth.

This feels so fucking good but it gets even better! He bows down and sucks hard at one of my nipples, which already makes me go crazy, but then he reaches down between our bodies and starts to massage my clit all the while his dick is still inside me, fucking me relentlessly! This goes on a little, I’m moaning and sobbing, needing this so badly. ‘Now you will cum again for me’ he tells me, ‘I won’t fucking stop until I’ve made you cum again’ and that drives me over the edge and cum again I do, acting under his orders, my body shaking and writhing beneath him. Before I come back to my senses, he flips me around and keeps on fucking me from behind, the way he likes it best, pulling my hair back and slapping my ass. I can’t even fake protest anymore but just cry out in lust while he thrusts into me as deep as he can until he cums as well.

Five minutes later we are both asleep ;)

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