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I let him wait it out. Watching him get anxious is really cute!
Throughout dinner, every ten minutes or so, he’d make a little cheeky, joking comment or two. “Was your other boyfriend here and made a mess of the bed?” or “Did you build a fort with the blankets? What happened?”
Still eating, I’d glance sideways at him and flutter my eyelashes but say nothing.
A few times he attempted to bribe me with kisses and booty rubs. Both of which I would’ve happily accepted before. But, this time I’m gonna make him wait.
“Fine babe, if you don’t wanna tell me what’s going on, I’m off to game,” he said with a smirk. He waited for a reaction from me. Usually, when he goes off gaming he’s there for hours, and I give him the “Must you?” look.
“Okay then,” I said with a smile. I was trying to act as normal as possible. “Go find some chests and get some ‘Victory Royales’ for me, or whatever they’re called.” (If you play “Fortnite,” you’ll understand what I mean).
A small confused frown came over his face. He was probably wondering why I was acting like this. After all, saying nothing when he’s going to game is a big deal.
I cleaned up the kitchen and had a shower. I made sure my lady place was nice and fresh for what I was about to do.
I started by rubbing some oil over my bare body. My olive skin glistened. I put a slinky silk negligee over myself and walked down the hall to the lounge room.
It was now 9 pm. There my husband sat with his track pants on, a singlet and a beanie. Seeing my beloved’s arms tense up made my pussy quite damp. The funny thing is, he’s playing a video game. Not lifting heavy things or working out. A damn video game. The one other thing that gets him worked up, yet it made me so horny. I think I liked the idea that he enjoyed his other hobby and it made him happy, most of the time anyway.
I watched as another ‘Victory Royale’ came across the screen, which meant that he won. Softly, I cooed, “Still busy, baby?”
He swung his head around and stared at me. “Maybe…depends if you’ll tell me what’s going on?”
I smirked and started walking to our room, using my finger in a ‘come hither’ motion.
He walked into the room to find me sitting at the end of our bed. I had placed one of the chairs directly in front of me. I had our lamps on and some soft music playing. Thought it would set the mood a little.
He came to kiss me, but I stopped him with my hand on his mouth. “Clothes off,” I ordered.
In a few moments he was naked, and I pushed him back into the chair. My negligee came off, and he stared at my glistening body.
His member was already stiff and eager to go. I sat down in front of him, not even a meter away, lay back on the pillows, and spread my legs. He eyes fixed on my bare pussy. I began rubbing my clit, letting out faint sighs.
My husband hadn’t even been sitting there a minute when he moved forward, but again, I stopped him. With my foot on his shoulder, I stared straight into his eyes.
“Nuh-uh! No touching.” And I kicked him back into the chair.
This seemed to get him more hyped up. He began stroking his long thick cock. “You won’t deny me this, will you?” he asked. In a low voice, I said, “You can do that and watch, but Don’t. You. Dare. Cum.”
He smiled mischievously. “Yes, ma’am.”
I continued to rub myself, then slid my fingers in and began to moan.
Watching him pump his member made me so horny. I wished I was riding him – hard – which made me pound my pussy deeper.
Now and then I’d make eye contact with him, his big dark eyes piercing me.
My orgasm was building, but I didn’t want to announce it. Biting my lip, I flicked my clit until…
Liquid splashed everywhere! It went on his legs and the floor.
His face said it all. Bewildered. In denial. Unbelief.
I sucked on my fingers, licking them clean, still staring at him.
For a few moments, we lay there panting, waiting. Waiting for one of us to make the next move. His dick was pulsating, and so much pre-cum had coated it that I almost accused him of cumming.
I wore a sly smirk. “Fuck me?”
Next thing I know I was being pushed down onto the bed as he very quickly stuck his throbbing member inside me.
I moaned for him. “Mmmm, baby!”
My arms were pinned beside my head while he stared intently at me.
“So this is what you were keeping from me all afternoon?!” he gritted his teeth, his voice husky. “I didn’t know what to expect…but that?!”
I put on my innocent voice and looked up at him. “You didn’t like it?”
“Liked it? FUCK, BABE!” he thrust deeper inside. “I ALMOST CAME A FEW TIMES! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME?!”
He thrust harder, deeper, faster. The question was rhetorical, but it didn’t take an idiot to realize this drove him wild – as I hoped it would!
“Cum for me, my love,” I managed to say between the pants and moans. “Not until you squirt on my dick!” He planted a hot, wet kiss on me.
Carefully putting my hand down to my clit, I rubbed it like crazy while he fucked me.
I felt him teasing my g-spot. “Ohhhhh, babe. Yeah. Right there! Keep going, baby!” My orgasm was building fast, and I was getting louder! “Baaabbby, FUCCCCKK!” More liquid squirted onto my husband’s pelvis and dripped down his member. A few more thrusts and I felt him empty his load deep inside me.
We shared some passionate kissing and lay in bed staring at each other. A little while into snuggling, he spoke up. “So, no one taught you this?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Just me, today.”
“Thinking of me, were you? Tell me what you were thinking of, and maybe I can reenact it.”
I kissed him softly. “Just you, my love. Thinking about your sexiness gets me so wet, and after today, I can get WETTER!”
A cheeky look came across his face. “Who needs porn when I have you?” That made me giggle.
“But that doesn’t mean you show anyone else,” he said.
And here I am, sharing it on MH. It has become his favorite thing. Though I don’t squirt all the time, it’s something special between us, and certainly something I’m glad I “discovered” about myself.