Half-Day Marathon

It had been a rough Saturday morning. Despite the thrill of my husband waking me up by enjoying his “sloppy seconds” from the night before, things hadn’t gone well from then on. The trouble culminated in an overflowing toilet while he was out on an errand. By the time the repairman left, I was wondering if hubby and I should even try to enjoy our customary weekend fun, but I sure needed it!

When Rez got home, he offered to cook us some lunch, so I ran upstairs to make some preparations. I slipped on a sheer, body-hugging top with no bra along with a clean pair of jeans. As I zipped up, I got a wild idea. Under my sexy black lace underwear, I tucked my smallest dildo against my belly and down my right pant leg.  It had been a couple of months since we did any pegging, so I thought he might be in the mood. If not, then at least my thinking of his needs that way would bless him—and probably turn him on!

While we enjoyed our meal, I guided his hand to explore my thigh and higher. A slow smile crossed his face when he discovered my surprise. We finished and cleared the dishes quickly after that and let our preteens know we’d be having mommy-daddy time for the afternoon, as per usual.

He made a quick trip to the bathroom, and while he was away, I changed from my jeans to a corduroy mini-skirt, letting the open zipper hold my dildo against my pubic bone. When he opened the bathroom door, I greeted him with my hand wrapped around the toy.

“Please, Daddy, please suck my dick?” I giggled.

To my surprise, he dropped to his knees and took the head in his mouth, looking up at me as he did. It melted my heart. But he’s nearly a foot taller than me, so he couldn’t reach that low very well.

He led me to the bed, and I tried standing on the mattress, but now I was too tall. Kneeling on it didn’t work either. Finally, he laid me down and did for me what I do for him. He took my little six-incher to the back of his throat.

You know how girl dogs will sometimes hump your leg or another dog, and you wonder why in the world they would have that urge? I mean, they don’t feel anything, because they don’t have the parts! But that day, I think I may have gotten an inkling of how that biological urge works. I found myself pushing up toward him as if I could feel the pleasure he must feel every time I take him into my mouth. It was honestly thrilling. I held the back of his head and thrust into his mouth a few times, then held it deep for a few seconds before letting go.

When I did finally release him, he immediately unsnapped my waistband, removed the dildo, and turned it around to shove into me! As you can probably imagine, I was dripping wet by then. With my skirt bunched around my hips, he plunged the little toy in and out of me. But that didn’t satisfy either of us for very long.

He took my hand and moved it between my legs, signaling that he wanted me to take over while he got out of his clothes. When he had accomplished that mission, he took my toy away and replaced it with his own very real appendage. First, he took me right where I lay with my knees bent and spread, but soon he turned me over and had me stand on the floor bent over the mattress. In between positions, though, we took a moment to spread out one sex blanket on the bed and the other on the carpet beneath us.

Once he got behind me and started pounding, there was no holding back. I drenched him over and over because he didn’t let up for what seemed like ten minutes! When he finally pulled out to take a drink from his glass on the nightstand, he was breathing hard, and I was flat on my face, limp as a dishrag but grinning from ear to ear!

He smacked me on the bottom and handed me my water bottle. He knows it’s easy for me to dehydrate during out Saturday marathons because of how much he makes me cum. I decided to start counting since he always asks me how many times I climaxed, and I can never answer. It’s too easy to lose track!

After a few swallows, I handed him back my bottle and flopped backward on the bed, my hand traveling to my well-thumped princess parts. He walked around the bed to unplug his Hugo prostate massager from it’s charging cord, turn it and its remote on, and hand the vibe to me. It may seem odd, but it’s my favorite vibrator, at least for my clit. It has way more power than my We-Vibe Tango and is easier to handle than the Magic Wand. These and my Lelo Sona all have their proper time and use, but for a simple clit cum, the Hugo is the best.

He played with the controls while I masturbated, asking me whether I liked this or that setting, higher or lower speeds. When we finally settled on one, I put it to good use while he encouraged me with his words.

“That’s it, little girl. You are so beautiful like that. I love to watch you play with yourself. Does that feel good? Are you gonna cum for Daddy?” But when I was about to cum, he suddenly turned off the device with the remote!

“Ohhhhh! I almost came! Why’d you do that?” I whined.

“I don’t want you to cum that way yet. I want you to wait for later.” He smiled, knowing that if I didn’t cum from my clit, I’d stay hotter for him. It’s odd, but a clit cum for me is a lot like an ejaculation for him. They’re not quite the same; I don’t want to fall asleep. But I get all relaxed and snuggly, not hot and wild the way he likes me on a Saturday.

“Okay,” I said, “but turn it back on and let me edge a couple of more times?”

He readily agreed, switching the vibe back on, then tickling and twisting my nipples while I brought myself near the precipice twice more. Then I handed him his toy back before making a quick trip to the potty.

When I returned, he was leaning on the pillows and scrolling on his phone. Beside him on the nightstand was our middle-sized dildo, all oiled up and ready to be put into action.

I climbed between his legs and took his now relaxed cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of myself that had dried on but still flavored his member. While I suckled it, I pleasured his balls with my fingernails and palms. Then I replaced my mouth with my hand and pulled upward on his cock to bring his sack toward my mouth. My tongue bathed his testicles before I sucked each one into my mouth and drew patterns on it with the tip of my tongue.

He had me lie down beside him with my head near his feet and spread my legs wide for him. Then he eased the second-biggest dildo we own into my wetness. He spent nearly half an hour pleasuring me with that toy, making me cum for him over and over again. He’d tuck the base up under me and diddle my clit while I lifted and lowered my hips, rubbing its head over my G-spot. I orgasmed so hard I’d push it right out. When I did, he’d just push it right back in and began again.

Finally, mid-afternoon, he was feeling peckish. He asked if I wanted anything while he was downstairs then left me to my own devices while he fixed me a cup of tea and himself a snack.

While he was away, I sat up on the dildo and rode it to several more orgasms. The low winter sun from the uncovered windows penetrated my closed eyelids. I had my back to the door so that his first sight upon entering would be from his favorite vantage point, my ass rising and falling on that Vixen Mustang. That would get him excited in a hurry, I was sure. And, boy, was I right!

He hurried to pee while he still could, then came to the edge of the bed. I lay supine and took his rapidly hardening cock back into my mouth. Soon, he had grown enough that the head pushed past the swallowing muscle at the back of my mouth and into my throat. Every stroke made me gag and squirt at the same time, and if I hadn’t been holding the dildo in with my hand, I’m sure I would have lost it across the bed somewhere! It felt so good to squeeze around it while my husband deep-throated me.

Finally, he was ready to be inside me again. This time he started by pulling me to the edge of the bed on all fours, sliding into my now-tender hole. His warm stiffness inside my pussy felt more intense than it usually did after the long workout I had received. I guess all that attention had left me sensitive and swollen, but I could feel every inch of him inside me, whereas typically, the dildo stretches me out for a looser fit (which he loves, by the way!)

“Ooh, I can feel all of you. Do I feel tighter than usual to you?” I had to ask.

“Yes, I think so,” he said as he began to slide in and out slowly. He increased his pace incrementally, not whaling away at me but not taking it easy either. After a while, he flipped me on my back again. My ankles rested on his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around the fronts of my thighs. My ass lay in the massive puddle we had now created at the edge of the mattress. Thank the Lord for that waterproof blanket!

Soon he was pummelling me, his pubic bone knocking so hard against mine that I would have a pleasant bruised feeling the next day to remind me of our antics. As his body began to tense, I encouraged him to fill me, knowing that there was no going back now. His eyes shut tight as he thrust a last few hard times, then groaned as he released deep inside me, pushing hard up against me with each wave of his orgasm.

When he finally opened his eyes, I was smiling up at him. He smiled back but made no move to withdraw until his hardness wholly dissipated. When he did, he watched a large glop of his cum slide out of me and down my ass.

“How many times did you cum for me today, Felicia?”

I tried to remember. I may have missed a few, but I gave him my best answer. “Forty-six G-spot orgasms and…” Suddenly, I remembered something. “Aw, babe. You never gave me my clit cum!”

“What?” He glanced up at my face, but his eyes returned immediately to my oozing slit, and his finger soon joined them there. He played in his mess while I wiggled with pleasure.

“Remember? You only let me edge earlier. You said you wanted me to wait until later.”

“Oh, right! You want one now?” I knew he was tired, but he was willing to meet my need, and that meant so much to me.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, scoot back some.” He tried to push me along the blanket, but instead, I wrapped my feet around his neck and lifted my hips toward his face. I pulled down with my feet until he got the hint.

“Oh!” He chuckled as it dawned on him what I wanted from him. “Okay.” And he dove into my pussy, licking up the lovely, yummy mess he had made there. After a while, I pulled him up for a kiss so that I could share our mingled flavors.

As we kissed, he reached over beside me and found the discarded Hugo from earlier. He turned it back on before placing it against my clit. It felt good, but I wanted something more.

“Can I… can I have the big one?” I looked up at him with hungry eyes.

“You mean this one?” He held up the Mustang.

“No, I meant the BIG one.” I grinned.

He got up and got our VixSkin Outlaw, our monster. “This guy?”

“Yes!”

He lay back down beside me and tried to open my legs, but I resisted. “This is gonna sound really weird, but I want to pretend it’s against my will,” I whispered. I looked down at his chest, not sure what he’d think about that. “I wouldn’t want that in real life! But with you, I know I can safely pretend anything,” I tried to explain.

He didn’t say a word. He just took my shoulder and pulled it forward toward the mattress, rolling me face down. Then he wrapped a leg around mine as if immobilizing me, though, really, I could have gotten away at any time.

I wriggled and squirmed, making sounds like I didn’t want it, but inside I thrilled at the touch of the Outlaw’s head against my very swollen lips. I kept rolling left and right, squeezing my legs tight together and pulling my hips away from the intruder.

He remained steadfast, making soothing sounds as he continued his onslaught with the dildo. When I felt the huge head push through despite my struggling against it, I stilled. I just lay there and pressed the vibrator against my clit, squeezing the giant dildo as hard as I could. My hips strained forward as if trying to get away from its thrusts, but in reality, the position just tightened me up around the big guy so much better.

“Oh, OH…” I climbed higher and higher as if clambering from branch to branch in a tree. Sometimes I had to go down a bit to continue upward, but gradually I achieved greater heights than I had all day. I felt suspended, held aloft for long moments. Finally, finally, I slipped gently from the uppermost branches, and like a leaf in fall, fluttered back to reality.

He held me, rocked me, soothed me. Eventually, he kissed me and rose, suggesting a nice warm bath to luxuriate in the glow of my orgasm. The kids and “closing up shop” for the night, he would handle before settling down to wait for me to join him in bed.

Later, as we kissed goodnight and settled into our usual spooning position, I spoke up. “Thank you for a wonderful day, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, little girl,” he mumbled as he pulled my back tight against him and drifted off to sleep.

I said a silent prayer of thanks for this man who still loves me like the young vixen I was when we met, even after nearly 29 years together.