This story contains strong language. (L)
We had the house to ourselves. I ordered take out from our favorite Italian restaurant and got comfortable in a T-shirt and loose pajama shorts—no bra, no panties. He had on a baggy T-shirt and shorts and also went commando. We settled back and watched TV while enjoying our dinner. Then I put everything away and went back to hold hands with him on the sofa and finish the show we had started.
While he was flipping channels searching for something else to watch, I got up, warmed up a bottle of massage oil, and took it to our room. Then I spread a blanket over our bed and called him in. His shoulder had been bothering him, so I told him I wanted to make him feel better.
He lay on his stomach, and I drizzled the warm oil all over his back, shoulders, and neck and began working the knots out. Then I oiled his firm butt and enjoyed squeezing and rubbing it a while before working my way down his thighs, calves, and feet. After that, I grabbed our percussive therapy gun and worked on his back more as we listened to some sexy music.
When my turn arrived, I changed the music to an audio recording of our lovemaking, and he rubbed my back with the warm oil. Then I rolled over, and he knelt and started feasting on my pussy. I came as I listened to our recorded sex sounds.
Suddenly, The doorbell rang; we had a delivery! I got excited because I’d ordered a new item from SheVibe. Yes! It was the package I had been expecting! I anxiously opened the box. The toy, an all-glass dildo with a round head for G-spot and A-spot stimulation, looked so pretty. It’s called the Firefly wand,* and did I mention that it glows in the dark? I couldn’t wait to try it out!
Hubby lay beside me as I lubed the toy and slowly slid it in my wet love hole. Oh my goodness gracious, what a wonderful feeling! It’s smooth, cool surface slid so nicely, and the ball-shaped head was perfection! I moved it slowly in and out, stroking my G-spot. Dang, this toy felt good! I continued to go a little deeper each time until I hit my anterior fornix, or A-Spot, in front of and past my cervix. Leaning my head back, I moaned, transported to another place—a place of total ecstasy. I love having A-spot orgasms!!!
My husband held me and kissed me, our tongues darting in and out, and then he started nipple play. Thankfully, I had laid down a very absorbant microfiber foam bath mat under me because I gushed! I continued to have several orgasms, one right after another. I didn’t want to stop playing—it felt so good.
I could have continued this for a long time, but I was ready for my husband’s cock to take over. I climbed on him, cowgirl-style, and leaned forward so that my clit rubbed against him as I moved up and down his rock-hard cock.
Hubby moaned, saying how swollen, wet, and how very tight I felt around him. My pussy had a vice grip on his cock.
“Oh, I’m Cumming!” I cried out. “Ohhhh, mmmmmmm. God, it feels so goooooood! Ohhhhhhhh!”
Then I sat up straighter and leaned back, one of his favorite views. It doesn’t usually “hit the spot” for me; however, tonight would prove very different! As if a switched had flipped, I became a wild, screaming animal! Such raw passion! I started to fuck him so ferociously, riding him as fast and as hard as I could!
“Oh, fuck, this feels so good! Oh, shit! Ooooohhhhh, FUCK, mmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhh!” I rode even harder, and I started to squirt with every thrust! “I’m cumming again!” I cried out.
My husband grinned as he felt me soak his balls; he loves that. I just kept cumming, getting him wetter each time I came down. I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but when I finally rolled over, Hubby climbed on and began to pound me fast and hard. Every time his balls would slam into me, I would squirt again.
“Oh, God! Hell yeah, baby, give it to me. Pound this pussy!”
He filled me with his seed. Then we cleaned up the mess and went to sleep, with me looking forward to more playtimes with this new toy.
The next afternoon, my honey told me to start without him. He wanted me to use my new toy until he got back from his errand. He didn’t have to ask me twice; I couldn’t wait to play with the Firefly! I got the waterproof mat back out and went to business. In almost no time, I was just about to climax, so I called him and left a voicemail of me having an orgasm.
Obviously, he rushed home, and I kissed him, then pretty much ripped his clothes off. I had him lay back on our big leather chair—his head and upper torso rested on the chair seat, but he balanced butt and thighs on the ottoman, his feet on the floor. I climbed on top of him, leaning way back.
He smiled. “Oh, baby, you’re tight!”
I rode him with force until we both came at the same time; it was great! I give the glass Firefly a rating of a 10+!
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