Wife's idea
In the evening, we were sipping some beer and you told me that your period had started, so I said, "Well, there goes that," again. You smiled and said you'd figured out what to do, that during your period we'd switch roles, that you'd be the one with the strap-on, and during this time, you'd be the one fucking me, not the other way around.
So, smiling, you said, "Go wash up and get your butt ready." I went to wash, and when I came out, I saw you in pants and my shirt, with a bulge in the crotch. We went to the bedroom, and there on the bed were stockings, a thong, and a bra. You helped me put it all on. While dressing, we both got extremely aroused; it felt very unusual to be in such attire,
but seeing how much it excited you, I got extremely aroused too. You sat me on the bed and stood in front of me, and I slowly unbuttoned your pants and shirt, stroking your body with my hands. Then I took off the shirt and began kneading your breasts, kissing your stomach.You unbuttoned your pants, and the strap-on (the smallest one) popped out. With the words, "Lick it," you pushed it into my mouth. I took off your pants and, grabbing your butt with my hands, took the strap-on into my mouth and started slowly licking and sucking it. I moved one hand to your breast, while the other continued kneading your butt. You began moving your hips, fucking my mouth. Your breathing quickened, you started moaning, your movements sped up, and you came. Pushing me onto the bed, you said, "I like playing the man, and now we'll see how you play the woman."
You climbed on top and put your strap-on in my mouth again, but this time you kept pulling it out, slapping it against my lips a few times before putting it back in.
Then you threw my stocking-clad legs over your shoulders, pressed the strap-on against my hole—it clenched—and leaning over, you lifted the bra on my chest and started sucking and biting my nipples. Suddenly, pushing slowly, you entered the strap-on into my butt. I just gasped, and you, growling with impatience, slowly inserted it all the way in. After a few rotational movements with your hips, you started making sharp, short thrusts, each time bumping your pubic bone against my butt. I could feel your strap-on moving inside me; the sensations were strange but pleasant. Looking at you, I saw your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open, emitting moans mixed with growls. Then suddenly you came, shaking so much that I could feel the strap-on trembling inside me.
Hearing you growl with pleasure, feeling your hands gripping my thighs, not noticing in your ecstasy that you were scratching me with your beautiful nails, I turned my head to look at you and realized it was all worth it—you fucking me. You were simply beautiful: your eyes half-closed, lips tightly pressed, beads of sweat on your face, breasts swaying in rhythm with your movements. Yes, for moments like these of your pleasure, for your feeling of complete possession of me, I agree to such games, even though I enjoy it too.
With each of your thrusts, my arousal grew, and it seemed like just a little more and I'd come—hanging on the peak of pleasure and not coming... I had completely surrendered to you and this feeling of bliss. Suddenly, you started coming, trembling inside me while still fucking me. Your tremors and the tremors of your strap-on echoed through me in waves of pleasure. Without stopping, you grabbed the head of my cock, and I came right into your palm. You waited until the last drop fell into your hand, then pulled the strap-on out of my well-fucked butt and simply poured my own semen from your palm into the still-open hole. Inserting the strap-on again, you drove the semen deep inside with a few powerful thrusts. Pulling it out again, you slapped my butt a few times with your palm, saying, "So it closes, or it'll all leak out." Untying my hands, you continued, "You were a good little mover; I liked it. We'll continue tomorrow." And you collapsed next to me on the bed, hugging me from behind with both arms.
With one hand grabbing my cock and the other slipping under the bra to grab my nipple, you pressed tightly against me. Your strap-on was firmly pressed against my butt, and nibbling my ear, you whispered,
"Now you'll be my wife in bed, once a month for one week."
All I could do was nod in agreement, and we fell asleep, exhausted and happy... and the next evening...
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