It ‘s a grey, drizzly weekend morning and I am in need of a good, hard fuck. I hand my unsuspecting husband his second cup of coffee, freshly ground just the way he likes it, and make a mental note that we have run out of milk. He is sat at the kitchen table where we eat breakfast together every morning, gazing out of the window at the bad weather.
‘I just want to make sure you’re definitely awake before I show you my new party trick.’ I mumble nervously as I pull a slim purple silicone buttplug out of my dressing gown pocket. I’ve been working up to this, fingering and lubing up my asshole while he was still asleep. I slip off my dressing gown, get down on the kitchen floor on all fours so that I am presenting for him and start to work it in. Taken by complete surprise, he turns the air blue with his appreciation and watches transfixed as I slowly push it all of the way in. I let out an involuntary moan at the still strange sensation, then gingerly edge myself around so that I am facing him and sat back, kneeling at his feet like the perfect little submissive. We smile at each other as he gazes down at me, stroking my hair tenderly.