My beloved husband
My husband unlocked my sensuality, freed me from imagined frigidity, corrupted me. We fucked always and everywhere, and in fantasies (or rather, plans) there was so much more. Before meeting him, I had a not at all modest list of lovers; after meeting him, calling them lovers became somehow laughable, just boys, I even somehow regret "wasting" myself on that. Everything changed for me when, during our first sex, my husband (then, of course, not a husband at all) said: "You're not fucking me, I'm fucking you" and made me forget about all the "techniques, positions, etc." I used to practice before to be the best lover, and he fucked me so hard that all that past nonsense flew out of my head
completely. I trusted him. And it began...His birthday. A nice place, many friends, fun. I am flawless — wearing a very beautiful dress, stockings, and shoes on towering stilettos, an even tan, the neckline emphasizes my firm 3rd-size tits, smooth, long black hair, and green-green eyes, apple-colored, as HE said. It was flattering to catch envious and lustful glances, but I don't even need flirting, I know something will happen... My beloved has a constant hard-on, he chose a moment, intercepted me near some door, and dragged me upstairs in the dark. We entered a small room where the DJ was located, passed through it into the next room — dark, but with a huge window through which you could see the hall and all our guests. My husband silently unzipped his pants, wrapped my hair around his hand, and ordered, "On your knees, bitch, and suck." From such treatment, from the fact that just behind a thin door sits a young DJ, from the fact that through the glass I see all the guests (or maybe someone accidentally looked up and sees us?) my pussy started flowing... I stand and swallow his beloved cock, lick his balls, with one hand I jerk my pussy.
He's already just fucking my throat, says I'm the best and favorite cocksucker. He doesn't want to cum, puts me on my feet, which barely hold me, kneels himself, lifts my dress, and starts licking my hot, wet pussy. "Fuck me, beloved, please put your huge cock in me," I'm already screaming. He rises, lifts me up, and literally impales me on his cock and pounds and pounds, here I surprise him — I stretch out my leg and put it on his shoulder, now leaning on only one leg on the floor, he didn't even know I was that flexible, whispers in my ear, "I'm gonna cum all over you now, my bitch." "I want you to fill my ass with cum, I want to dance with you, chat with friends, and you'll know all that time that you filled my ass full of cum." He growled, turned me around, and sharply inserted his huge cock into my asshole. It turned out just as I wanted, and even better — I saw the DJ peeking at us.
On a business trip. There was a lot of pleasure on the trip, it all started on the plane. No matter how much my beloved asked me to suck him off right in the seat in the cabin, hiding under a blanket — I chickened out, got shy (I regret it now), agreed to sex in the toilet, where my beloved roughly and abruptly fucked me in all holes, it was very cool, but quick, someone was constantly tugging at the door. But I returned to my seat satisfied — all disheveled, fucked, cum dripping down my legs, fell asleep instantly. We arrived in Moscow, my beloved is busy with business, I'm chatting with friends. In the evening, we go with his friends, a married couple, to a fancy restaurant. During dinner, he whispers to me, "Go to the toilet, slut, wait for me, get ready, I'm gonna fuck you." I enter the toilet, my panties are already wet, I enter a stall, sit down, move the thong strip aside, slide my fingers into my wet and squelching pussy, jerk off, roll my eyes in pleasure, hear someone come in, open my eyes a bit, notice a camera on the ceiling, don't stop, I only want one thing, for my husband to quickly insert his cock, doesn't matter where. "Well, ready to get fucked? Get on all fours, bitch." He unzips his jeans, takes out his huge cock, taps it on my ass, on my pussy, I pleaded — put it in.
And now my dearest, most delicious, most enormous cock is finally inside me. Don't care that the camera is recording, don't care that people are coming in and out of the toilet, I cum several times, then he turns me around and pours half a liter of cum into my mouth... mmmm... we return to our friends. We decided to go back by train. We're alone in the compartment. We fucked so loud the whole carriage probably heard. My beloved got tired. I want more. I climbed onto the top bunk, sat on its edge, spread my legs wide, caress myself with my fingers, he's lying on the bottom bunk, watching, gets involved, starts commanding: "Suck your fingers... twist your nipples with one hand, keep rubbing your clit with the other... flowing? Lick your hand... slide your fingers into your pussy, wet them with your juices... now put a finger in your asshole... another one... jerk off, bitch..." I can't take it anymore, I order him to get up, come to my pussy and lick it, which he does. I grab his hair and start rubbing my whole pussy against his face, cum violently, fall down exhausted. But now he can't be stopped, he takes me down from the top bunk, puts me on my knees on the table, on all fours, facing the window, and drives his member deep into my ass. I scream from pain and pleasure, the train slows down, we slowly pass some station, railway workers from the platform are watching us, men, young and not, I cum, and soon my husband cums with a shout. Fellow travelers from neighboring compartments — sorry, you didn't get any sleep with us.
Entertainment. My beloved said he'd like to go for an erotic massage, but that I absolutely had to be present. I thought long about my possible reaction, I'm jealous like a mad female. In the end, I decided, I want him to feel good. We arrive at a special club. We meet with surprised reactions, usually men come here alone, money resolves the momentary awkwardness, we choose two girls, it seems to me they're slightly more embarrassed by my presence than I am by the whole situation. They're in white lace lingerie with wings on their backs — little angels. They lead my beloved to the jacuzzi, undress him, I stand nearby and watch. I'm aroused. My husband has a hard-on and he keeps asking me if everything's okay. I tell him to enjoy, that I like everything. The girls wash my beloved with their bodies, tits, asses, and invite us to a room, which is one huge bed, candles placed around on the floor, they burn beautifully. They offer me to sit in a chair nearby, pour wine. First, they lay my beloved on his stomach and start what seems like even a classic massage — stroking and kneading his shoulders and back. Then 4 hands descend to his ass and legs, stroke, and unobtrusively touch his crotch.
Then they ask him to turn onto his back, as soon as he did, it became obvious how much he liked it — his cock shot up. The girls oiled him up and started rubbing against him with their naked bodies (they undressed after the jacuzzi) — mesmerizing. One positioned herself at his feet and massaged his toes, moving higher and higher, reaching his cock, lightly jerking it, and descending back to his feet. The second sits on top of him and moves, imitating intercourse, constantly leans towards his chest and rubs her nipples against his body. I ask her — "Can my husband twist your nipples and squeeze your tits?" She allows it and my beloved, after double-checking if I really want this, starts caressing her breasts. I put down my glass and approach them, lie down next to him, start kissing him and ask if he feels good. "Fucking awesome, beloved, it's fucking awesome. You're not jealous?" I am jealous, but I'm no less aroused. He tells them to jerk him off with 4 hands, and me, lifting my dress, sits my wet pussy on his face and starts licking me.
I cum very quickly. I slide off him, ask him to warn me when he's about to cum, I want to have time to move the girls aside and swallow his cum. After a few minutes, he says he can't cum, that they're not jerking him off like I do. Says he'd like to fuck me and asks them to leave. But I ask the girls to stay, tear off my dress, get on all fours and arch my back. My beloved is happy that I got so into it, fucks me, shouts what a bitch I am, and pulling his cock out of me, brings it to my face and cums on my eyes, mouth, nose, hair... The girls sit nearby, it's clear the situation seems unusual to them. We got dressed, drank more wine with the girls, they admitted that such clients were a first for them, usually it's drunk men. We say goodbye, pleased with each other. Home, to sleep.
In the morning, I wake up from a familiar sensation (he usually woke me up like this) — a hard, erect cock pressing against my lips. Without even opening my eyes, I start sucking the cock, good morning, beloved. I ask him to lie on his back, I position myself between his legs — suck one testicle, roll it in my mouth, then the second, return to the cock — nibble the head, swallow the whole cock. How I love his cock, my cock, only mine. I spread his legs wider, start licking his anus, my beloved moans with pleasure. I push my tongue deeper, fuck his ass with my tongue, and with my hands jerk his iron-hard cock, he likes it. Carefully insert one finger into his ass, he tensed a bit... okay, I won't rush, again with my tongue, again I'll suck the head. "Want me to lick your asshole again, darling? You like it?" "Yes, I want, lick." I fuck him with my tongue, reach my hand to a nearby vase with fruit, pluck a grape, a light push and now the firm berry is in his ass. "What are you doing?" "Be quiet. Enjoy. Don't interrupt me." I suck, jerk, spit on the head and suck again.
My beloved moans, screams with pleasure. Carefully insert a finger into his ass and try to extract the grape. I suck his cock and twist my finger in his ass, succeeded — got it out. I take the berry into my mouth and slowly start chewing it, look into his eyes and jerk his cock. From all this, my beloved can't wait any longer — cum splashes into my face and mouth, a lot of cum. "You're crazy." "Good morning, beloved."
Long distance. It happened that we had to be in different cities. Skype saved us. What a pleasure — virtual sex. My beloved bought me a bunch of toys — vibrators, dildos, lube, balls. It was so cool to follow his commands on Skype: show your tits, pull your nipples, lie on the bed, move the laptop closer to your pussy, show it to me, insert a finger, another one, another one, jerk off, bitch, cocksucker, get the lube, pour it on your pussy, on your ass, okay, now put on the vibrator, turn it on, get on your knees, ass to the screen, spread your ass, show your asshole, good my fuckable slut, do you have a banana or a cucumber? A cucumber? Quickly took it and inserted it into my asshole, don't take the vibrator out of your pussy and don't turn it off. Come on, bitch, fuck yourself, I'm gonna cum now, look at the screen — my beloved cock fills the whole screen, my darling is jerking it, I ask him for more dirty words about me, I want to cum with him together. "My fuckable slut, bitch, cocksucker, come on cum, bitch, cum, my beloved bitch"... That's it, I'm flying away... I look at the screen, see him cumming, hear him moaning. Bliss.
My husband unlocked my sensuality, freed me from imagined frigidity, corrupted me. We fucked always and everywhere, and in fantasies (or rather, plans) there was so much more. I don't know how to live after the divorce. There are no others like him.