Our bodies were still damp from the pool as we closed the bedroom door behind us. We laughed a bit after the fact, as there was no need to have the door shut since we had the house to ourselves that summer weekend. My husband kissed me deep as he peeled my wet bikini off my body and flung it across the room. My nipples hardened at the rush of cool air against them. He took this as an invitation and lowered his head to take them in his mouth, warming each with his tongue. I moaned as I ran my fingers through his hair, relishing his lips on me.
He lowered himself a bit more until he was on his knees before me, tracing a wet line around my soft lips, teasing me as I begged him for more. Finally, he grabbed my thighs to spread them and buried his tongue deep in me. I threw my head back in pleasure and held the side of the nightstand for support. His rhythmic massaging of his tongue against my clit was so powerful. I felt myself tense as my body brought forth a rolling orgasm in his mouth. Looking down, I watched as he licked up my wetness that poured out at his command. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he stood up and tossed me on the bed as though I were his plaything.
I laid there on my back propped up on my elbows. Knees bent. Feet spread. He didn’t waste the opportunity. His body slid up to mine and I felt the entirety of his weight come down on me as he entered me. My pussy was stretched tight around him. He was thick as he began to pump in and out. My breathing was labored under his bodyweight. I wrapped my legs around him and felt my core become warm and tingly. I moaned, but the sound was halted by my husband’s mouth as he leaned in to kiss me. With that, my body released and I felt myself drip down my legs as I came for him. As I clenched around him, it sent him over the edge. His cock became rigid as he pumped his full load deep in me.
We laid in bed for a moment, breathless. The day had been perfect. Morning brunch. Afternoon swim. Evening romp. We decided to get cleaned up for dinner to enjoy the rest of our weekend alone. Just then our phones buzzed. It was a message from Jack on our group thread. He was just saying hi and checking in as we hadn’t heard from them in quite a while. My husband needed to turn off the lights we had on for the pool, so he told me to respond for the both of us as he went outside. I laid back down in bed and texted back saying that we had been well and wondered how they had been doing. Jack shared that they had been busy and that even tonight, Annie had been called into work, so he was home alone and letting his mind wander to fun times we had all enjoyed together.
I smiled a bit as I typed out a message. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about…” As I hit send, I felt my heart thump. I knew my husband and Annie would also see these messages in real time. Would it turn them on to know Jack and I were flirting like this? How would Jack respond? Would my husband come back inside and want to text with me? In the next moment, I got my answer. A private text from my husband came through. He had seen the messages with Jack and wanted me to continue texting back. Besides, while he was outside, he noticed a broken sprinkler head spewing water everywhere. He decided to go ahead and fix it, so as to give me time to have some fun, and allow him the opportunity to be in suspense each time his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A grin crossed my face as I read that message from my husband. I love that he allows me the freedom to have fun and enjoy the flirtations from other men. Knowing that he would see it all brought an even greater sense of pleasure. Jack messaged back that he had been thinking of our trip to Miami and how much fun we had had together. I pressed Jack. “Mm. That was such a fun trip. After all, you did introduce me to my first booty plug. I wonder if you enjoyed that as much as I did?” His reply was almost immediate. He did enjoy it as much as I did. He enjoyed spreading my little ass with his hands. He enjoyed slipping it into my pussy to get it wet. He enjoyed my gasp as he pressed it into me from behind. And he enjoyed fucking me with it in.
Reading his message made me wet to recall that memory. I told him just as much. He replied that I should touch myself. After all, he was hard and stroking himself to the memory of that night. The photo that accompanied his message confirmed just that. I smiled and snapped my own photo of my hand slipping into my pussy for Jack. Sending it brought an enormous sense of sexual prowess. It was something I never would have done in my earlier years, but now it was so satisfying to please a man in this way.
He replied after a moment. “Fuck. That’s so sexy.” I grinned at the erotic simplicity of his message. I loved knowing that he was turned on by me. That he had no concern with telling me just that in our group chat. I pressed further. “What would you do to me if you were here?” A long pause followed. I second guessed myself for a moment. Had I overstepped and made him uncomfortable? Before my mind could unravel the night, his response came through. It was more of a short story than a message. He described the way he would kiss my mouth. Sucking on my lips until they were swollen. He told me how he would massage my breasts. Kneading them as he pinched my nipples in his fingers. He described the memory of my pussy. Licking my tender folds and penetrating me with his tongue until I shook.
I began to finger myself as I imagined all this. I told him exactly how I felt; warm and tight around my hand. I needed to cum again. I asked if he wanted to cum with me. He did. I told him how I remembered his cock. That he had filled me so deep when he was behind me. He told me how he loved cumming on me and the way his load looked splashed against my stomach in the morning light. I was close to orgasm. He was thick and full. “Can I cum on your tits?” he asked. “Yes, please,” I replied.
Just then, my husband walked in the room. He had his phone in his hand and a smile on his face. He stood there for a moment watching me. He let me cum with Jack and enjoy my moment before I said goodnight and put my phone away. My husband crossed the room and got back in bed with me. He kissed me deep before I could say anything, telling me that was the sexiest thing to experience together. He loved reading my messages and it turned him on just as much as it had turned on Jack. Perhaps more.
In that moment, he needed me again. I had cum for another man, and now he needed me to cum for him. I was laying on my side and he pressed me back into the bed and climbed on top of me once again. His body felt different this time. Hungrier. More intimate. He kissed me and held my hair at the nape of my neck as he slowly took what was his. My pussy ached to cum for him. His hardness filled me more deeply this time than before. He was reclaiming what was his. And I wanted him to take it. I tightened around him as I started to cum. Moaning, I dripped down his shaft, expecting his climax to follow. But instead, he pulled out and straddled me, stroking out thick streams all across my heaving breasts. Just as Jack had described doing. The dual sensation of seeing and feeling my husband’s cum on me was incredible. Erotic and intimate. A claim staked. A body reclaimed. A night for all to enjoy.
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