My [F] husband [M] fucked the living life out of me. The Next Day (Part 1)

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The Next Day (Part 1)

So a few day ago, I posted a story of my infidelity and how my husband basically hate fucked me after a inappropriate comment which triggered it. Needless to say, it was the best sex of my entire life. I can’t go into detail because it really makes me horny typing this. But basically my story blew up, and there where a lot of people messaging me to give an update (or on events which followed next day, which I declare, it was also immensely passionate)

So let me start.

After that incredible night, with him pounding the life out of me with his manhood, I was paralyzed, if that wouldn’t be an understatement. My body gave up it’s ability to move for a good 8 hours. My muscles were sore and I even went to pee with my husband holding my hand to the bathroom. He was apologizing about the muscle ache and that he should have been gentle ( I mean why? You literally gave me the best sex of my life, and the sore is totally worth it.)

I didn’t say anything to him while he was apologizing because I was still in shock and disbelief for what happened that night( for me it was few hours ago, at that point)

After he helped me with the toilet, he helps me walk to the bedroom ( my inner thighs were literally shaking) but stops mid way. He gives me one of these intense stares and moves in closer. I was dumbfounded by the next move. He hugs me. Gives me a good amount of it for what felt like an eternity. I broke. I was crying my brains out. It was so romantic and I genuinely felt heartbroken at that point recalling my infidelity and that this Gold of a human being stills loves me.

I held him like a baby. He is 6’4 and I’m 5’9 ( pretty tall babies in future huh?) And literally wrapped my body around his body. Skin to skin. Naked .

For the events I recall after that, I passed out soon, because I was exhausted from “The Fuck” and was also emotionally drained. I slept in his arms and he held me like there was no tomorrow. There was a tomorrow, and perhaps best “Next Day” of my life.

The next morning, I woke upto to an empty bed. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there!!! I literally felt my stomach crashing down ( I kinda overreacted, I know). I thought he left. I put on a hoodie ( still ass naked ), was still sore but I walked up to the entrance of the bedroom to see if he is there.

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and while descending, I listen to the faint tunes of one of my favourite songs of all time, “Fly me to the moon” by Frank Sinatra ( I currently listening to the song while writing this.)

I was a little surprised by this but it was nothing in comparison to what I saw next. My husband was making breakfast, butt naked, wearing a apron only to the extent, covering his front.

No back cover (duh?) . I just stood there for a minute. And thought, is this a movie or something? Like the perfect atmosphere, with one of the favourite songs of all time for, let me guess, the entire world, to see your better half butt naked in the kitchen cooking a meal for you?

Black coffee and toast with omelette? Like, wake me up now because if this isn’t real life, I need to save myself from disappointment.

I walk upto him, while he jiggles his cute firm ass to the song ( I’m grinning ear to ear at this point, my God.) And stand next to him while he continues to cook and dance. I stare at him, confused and weirdly smiling ( the look that you have when you get a promotion at the job which you weren’t expecting at all? Yes, exactly.)

He turns towards me and gives me a wonderful smile and says ” como Ca Va? Madame? ” I lost it again. I smiled like a fucking teenaged girl whose crush talked to her for the first time in the high school history.

“Ca va bien!” ( To be clear, we are not French. Just learnt it in middle school as a 3rd language of choice)

He continues ” I just prepared some breakfast for both of us, was planning to deliver it on the bed but as you have woken up, let’s have it here” I was touched his face now, hovering my hand on his cheeks and lips still questioning reality. I SERIOUSLY DON’T DESERVE HIM.

He tells me to sit in on the table while he makes the eggs, but I insist staying there. The song was on repeat, we had no problem with it. Like who could hate Frank Sinatra? (If you do, fuck off) I was looking at him from the side while he cracked the eggs in to the bowl to batter it, you know those horny wife eyes looking at your husband while he denies to look at you while doing something, even though he knows you are looking at him? Am I making this relatable? Or am I just being crazy?

So that happened. I went back to sit down on the chair of the dinning hall as my legs weren’t strong enough at that point, while he battered the eggs still dancing with jiggles. My dinning space is actually connected to to the kitchen (open kitchen) so I could see whatever was going on in the room straight and clear.

Let me tell you, if your man is cooking a meal for you in the morning after an incredible night, you still have hormones kicking in that turn you into a horny ass girl.

I watched him from behind, completely turned on at this point. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was getting wet. (Hahaha. I know, too horny) I walk upto him again and slowly put my hands around his body, slowly touching his biscuits and and caressing my finger tips around his nips and biting his ears at this point. He doesn’t budge from cooking the eggs. He was determined.

His eggs were important. He had to make these eggs perfect. Couldn’t risk it. I don’t give up. I slowly starting biting in harder around his neck now, while he lets out a small moan (initiation)

I go back down on his back muscles and start licking and sucking it with my lips. He doesn’t budge still. I couldn’t have been turned on more. That’s it. I was gonna make sure, that I spoil his eggs. I kneel down, inch closer to his thighs and start licking the outer lining of his pelvic area.

The creases, the curves. Biting in simultaneously. I put my face deep in buried into his ass, while my tongue reached out to the outer parts of his sperm sacks. I could see his hardness. I could sense how turned on he was. But he doesn’t turn around. I was dripping wet at this point. Stop the temptations! (But please keep continuing with it?) I was licking his skin wet. His sacks were contracting due to the sensation of my tongue as well as growing hard. He was breaking down. I could sense it. I loved it.

I put my hands under the apron, my face still buried in his ass, my tongue doing the balls, while I start stroking his cock from behind. He wasn’t even cooking at this point. Just standing. He couldn’t move. I turn him around and he looks at me, giving me the same winning smirk as last night. I knew it then and there. Its gonna repeat. I was in for it. I lift his apron, and look at him. 6.5 as I say, that pretty big for my mouth.

I start licking the edges of his cock, the boundaries with my tongue, going around it, wrapping it in my saliva. The precum had started. I take his cock in my mouth this time. He breaks a little. His legs shaking a bit. My mouth was full with is cock. The precum had started emulsifying with my saliva.

The sloppy sounds hard started to be heard. I was stroking his cock hard. My tongue was circling around the tip while my inner mouth was provided his cock the tightness. It could feel him twitching in. The motion of me stroking him continued with my hands continued with my mouth full with his cock.

The hands were becoming sloppy and sticking due to the traces of the mixture I was leaving behind each time I was blowing him. Ropes of sticky white cum were not visible, not distinct bit faint lines. These ropes were dripping down my mouth as I gagged to his Rythme ( remember? ).

I suddenly felt a tightness in my mouth, I knew he was going to cum. But I want it inside me. Buried in. Pregnant. I stop the motion. He looks at me with an agonizing stare( how would you feel if some spoils your orgasm, stopping mid way?)

He is tense, but I give him a comforting stare and go up. He was sweat because of the blowjob. I whisper in ” maybe you let me have your “eggs” first, an then we can cook them”(me, staring at the original eggs)

He knew what I wanted. He is super turned on. I could see it in his eyes.

Part 2 coming soon!

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