One Night, One Morning, Five Orgasms [FM]

I wanted to share the awesome night and morning I had with my husband. This is my first time writing anything like this. There are some seriously hot stories on this sub, and I was inspired to give it a shot.

My husband’s work schedule prevented us from having any sex, so I had four nights alone (with my vibrator) to fantasize about what I wanted to do with him. Each day became more unbearable than the last. The day-of was the worst and best in anticipation. I couldn’t even bear to be in the presence of other men, I was afraid they’d feel the warmth of lust and need radiating from my body.

Evening finally arrives, and my husband comes home with wine for me. Our plan was to have a drink and then get to it. He thought this was going to be our standard evening, standard moves; we had been in a rut. I couldn’t wait to show him how wrong he’d be.

We’re in the kitchen pouring our drinks, my body is on fire, and we lightly bump into each other. In an instant, I’m up against the cabinets as we start kissing, and I can feel how hard he is as he grinds into me. Soft moans slip from my mouth, I want to wrap my legs around him, let him have me right there on the kitchen counter, but I remember the evening I have planned. We manage to untie ourselves from each other and get back to pouring our drinks. We move to the living room and sit beside each other on the couch. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all week”, I say as I drink my wine. We finish our drinks, and the second the glasses are set down, our lips meet again. I try to stay focused on the task at hand, remembering how I want to show him the black lace panties I slipped on before he got home. I’m about to explode at the anticipation, and his lips are suddenly on my neck. It’s as if he shocked me with pleasure, I can’t stop moaning as he gently kisses my neck and lifts my tight t-shirt to play with my nipples. Without realizing how it happened, I’m straddling him, grinding back and forth, faster with each kiss. 

Again, I somehow manage to stop what we’re doing long enough to stand with my back to him and slowly pull down my jeans, exposing the lace panties with lattice work in the back. I turn around and undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and lower the zipper. The only sounds are our quick shallow breaths. I get down on my knees, pull him out, and take him in my mouth. Slow at first, running my tongue over the tip, then the underside. I realize how hungry I was for him and I start to suck harder and faster and deeper; I wanted to devour him. I hear him quietly moan.

I’m moments away from bursting, I can’t take it anymore, so I tear off my panties and mount him. I slowly grind myself into him, back and forth, up and down, gaining speed with each second, while he continues to play with my nipples, flicking his tongue over one and then the next. We continue, harder and harder; we’re panting and nearing climax, warmth is spreading over me. “I love how your cock fills me”, I whisper to him. “I’ve missed you so bad”. My breath is ragged and my grinding quickens, I can’t stop. But I did. There was more I wanted to do upstairs. 

I take his hand and guide him upstairs, my t-shirt still pulled up just above my breasts and my lace panties abandoned on the floor. Once we enter the room, he’s lost all control and tosses me on the bed. I want to be in control, but he knows my body so well, he knows what I want and what I need. He jumps on top of me and slides in, I gasp; the mere feeling of him entering is enough to bring me close to orgasm. He pumps in and out as I grind myself against him. I can feel my orgasm building, warmth spreading over my whole body, my limbs begin to tingle, closer and closer and closer, yes – I tell him to stay still as I wrap my legs around his back and continue grinding, using him as an object to make sure I come. Tighter and tighter, more, more, trying my best to muffle my screams, aware of his struggle to keep still, the warmth building and filling, overcoming me, I’m about to lose myself until it all releases. 

But he’s not done yet. He immediately flips me over to stuff himself inside me from behind. He’s ready to cum, and he’s an animal as he thrusts in and out. I can feel I’m ready for a second wind and vigorously rub my clit. In a moment of harmony, we both orgasm and fall on the bed trying to catch our breath. We share a small kiss. “That was good”, I giggle. He puts his boxers back on, I put on the nearest pair of panties in my nightstand and slip my T-shirt back on. We fall asleep next to each other.

Morning comes; I wake and can hear him stir. He rolls over and wraps his arms around me. I think about the night we had, and my heart begins to race. As if he read my mind, he runs his fingers down my side and over my thigh, discovering I’m not wearing pants. I roll over and whisper in his ear, “I want your fingers inside me”. Surprised I’m awake, but eager to please, he pulls down my panties just enough to fit his hand and discover I’m already soaking wet. He teases me, running his finger over my clit in a soft and gentle motion, then sticks just the tip of two fingers inside my wet slit before immediately pulling them out. Again, teasing, touching everywhere except where I need him. Around, above, just a tip in, then out right away. A touch, a brush, just a tip. He’s barely touching me now and I’m whimpering; I’m dripping wet and need to be filled with something, anything. Finally, he slides two fingers in and reaches my g-spot, rubbing gently and slowly. “More” I say, breathless; “*more*”. He intensifies the rubbing, and I’m close to climax already, my hips lifting, pushing his fingers in further, my back arching, my whimpers turn to quiet screams, and the rush of orgasm washes over me. 

He rolls on his back and I climb on top, my knees at his sides. He pulls off my tshirt as I start grinding in between bounces. I start to lose myself and arch my back, my arms behind me resting on his legs, oblivious to the view I’ve offered him. I grind harder and harder, my head thrown back, bouncing more and more, squeals escaping my lips, and I lose all strength as I orgasm. 

I fall on top of him and he wraps his arms around me, thrusting as if he’s ready to cum. He reaches my g-spot again, and I’m paralyzed with pleasure. He continues to pound me as I have my head buried in his neck, stifling my moans of “ohmygod ohmygod  *ohmygod* **ohmygod**”. The instant after I orgasm for the third time that morning, I hear him groan as he cums.

All my energy is spent, and I’m not sure how to get out of bed to start the day. The only thing that got me out was knowing we would be able to have more fun again tonight.

And we did ;)

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