Sex Across the Threshold (L) ~ Ignite Story

This story contains strong language (L).

Sexual tension and desire have always been intense between my new husband, “Mr. Ridley,” and I; our relationship is filled with passion and fun. Married sex brought new experiences and exciting encounters, growing from extraordinary to astonishing almost overnight.

A few days after we were married, and before our honeymoon, we started the hunt for our marital home. Once we got serious about finding a home—one we could see ourselves starting our married life in—we attended open houses and private viewings.  Trying to find the perfect house that ticks all the boxes could have frustrated us, but we also stayed busy ticking each other’s boxes. We were desperate to find the right place so that we could leave our rental and move in straight away. Unfortunately, we were not as lucky in finding our home as we were at finding new opportunities for fun whilst looking. During this phase, we fell in love with risky sex play.

We found the weekends of following our real estate agent from place to place stressful and ever so frustrating. My husband could sense my need for release, so much so that at every opportunity we found without the agent with us in the houses we looked at, he would kiss me.  Mr. Ridley loved to tease and be teased, so I would walk past him and brush his cock under his pants or back up to him with the desire for him to bend me over. It went on for hours.

We found a nice opportunity to escape in a walk-in closet. Mr. Ridley grabbed me around my waist and drew me in close to him. The short little summer dress I had on bunched under his forearm and exposed my ass as pulled me in. He reached around and commented, “Did you lose your panties, baby?”

I said, “No, I intentionally didn’t wear any today because you could see them under my dress.”

He pulled me closer, and his hand reached around to my naked snatch and caressed it. He said, “You’re so fucking wet, babe, and hot. The fact that you don’t have any panties on is driving me wild. I wish I had known that earlier.”

I replied, “I know. All this teasing has taken over me.”

“You almost need to clean up,” he said with a chuckle, “or let me take care of it for you.”

True, I was leaking quite a bit, but I loved him knowing how much this experience got me hot, horny, and sexually frustrated.

Mr. Ridley knelt, lifted my dress, and said, “Let me clean you up.”

Trying not to be caught was hot! I love getting head as much as giving it, and Mr. Ridley licked my engorged, extremely excited clit and inserted his tongue in and out of my wet snatch—blissful! I could not hold in my desire to be fucked!!! But I had to; we could hear the realtor’s footsteps coming up the hardwood stairs, and all I wanted was Mr. Ridley’s hard wood!!!

I grabbed his cellphone and opened the remote control app to my Bloom by We-Vibe * and told him to go and see the agent. Then I took the weighted vibrator and inserted it before joining them. I tried to take my mind off what I wanted and talk seriously about house buying. It proved to be easier said than done; as we discussed things with the agent, Mr. Ridley reached into his pocket and turned on my Bloom. It sent deep, subtle, mumbling vibrations through my body, which excited me and made me a little agitated, leaving me in an extremely sensual mood that I could do little about.

When we jumped in the car to follow the agent to the next place, Mr. Ridley’s cock was alive and dancing under his pants. I rubbed and caressed it with my hand on the outside of his pants, indicating I wanted more. I leaned in and kissed his neck and then the outside of his pants, motioning with my hand for him to pull over.

Just as I did, Mr. Ridley grabbed his phone (another way to control the We-vibe device) and changed the setting to TEASE. I had forgotten about this function, but it was hot, sending four sudden pulses and then four more gentle vibrations. Mr. Ridley lifted my dress while he was driving, insisting on keeping me satisfied by allowing his fingers to caress my clit until he could finish me off. “I promise to finish what I started,” he said, “but you will have to wait just a little bit longer.”

Ahhhh! I said, “Who cares! Pull over, and I’ll jump you in the driver’s seat!”

Mr. Ridley pressed his enlarged cock against my hand and said, “Not long, babe, I promise. We will be in and out of this place in no time. Then, we can shake the agent and get down to each other.”

As we drove along, enjoying the sweet vibrations and Mr. Ridley’s fondling of me, all I could think about was releasing that cock stretching the fabric of his jeans. So I did! I started to undo his belt and button before pulling down his zipper ever so slowly. I took him in my hand and started rubbing, and he thrust against my hand, pressing into it, but that wasn’t enough for me. As we lost sight of the agent, I leaned down to bring my face in line with his cock and took all of him into my mouth. I moaned, bobbing up and down on him, getting wetter and wetter and wishing I could ride him. 

Mr. Ridley felt fantastic in my mouth, and I could tell he enjoyed it, too. His grip on my pussy got harder and harder as he increased the intensity and pressure, but we were nearing our destination. He loved how I wrapped my tongue around his cock and sucked with everything I had. He moaned and threw his head back, then told me, “Don’t stop; keep going. Ahhh, ahhh. Oh god, yeah, yeah.”

I released him from my mouth as we took the last turn to prepare to get out. What a shame!!!

Mr. Ridley was rocking as we pulled into the driveway, and he worried about hiding his hard-on. I jumped out to greet the agent, leaving him in the car, pretending to be on the phone. Just then, the intensity of my Bloom intensified into a massaging wave crashing deep within me. As I went up the stairs, matching ascending vibrations traveled through every nerve in my body. I gripped the handrail and tried to hold off from the orgasmic edge.

Mr. Ridley had resurfaced from the car, trying to tame his member that still threatened to escape. I could see it trying to emerge as the agent left us to look around. Alone again and not having worn a bra, I took the opportunity to keep Mr. Ridley in the mood. I pulled down the top of my dress, exposing my bouncing tits as I walked around the house.

Mr. Ridley followed me, so he didn’t know what I had done until we walked into the bathroom, where he saw me in the mirror. He was quick to grab me from behind, caressing them whilst pressing me against the bathroom vanity. Lifting my leg to expose my naked vagina, he then reached under my dress, slipped his fingers in me, and started to tug the cord of the Bloom from behind.

I let out the softest, most seductive, “Ohh,” as I watched our reflections. I turned and passionately kissed him. His cock was back to rock-hardness and ached for my attention, stretching every thread of his jeans.  I thought of “accidentally” leaving a door unlocked to this empty place so that, when the agent left, we could finish. It would be so great to fill an empty room with sounds of erotic, passionate sex and desire.

I rushed the rest of the appointment, eager to finish it and sink his cock deep into me on the way home. I knew Mr. Ridley was keen because, just as we finished the viewing, he turned up the tempo on the balls buried deep in me. This time, I was not prepared. I still gripped the doorknob as I stood talking to the realtor. I told the agent, “I locked the door as I pulled it,” and imagined the knob in my hand was soon to be Mr. Ridley’s. The agent excused himself and encouraged us to look around the gardens before heading off.

The only garden I wanted closely inspected was mine. As the agent drove away, I grabbed Mr. Ridley by the cock through his pants and gestured him to follow me. Then I ran into the garden and waited for him to find, fondle, and finally fuck me. I lay on the wooden garden bench, and when Mr. Ridley got there, he ripped my dress up. My desire exploded as he started fucking me with his tongue. He grabbed his phone to intensify the Bloom’s rumbling against my walls. Then he tugged on its flexible tail, lifting me so that my back arched. With his other hand, he pleasured himself, rubbing and jerking; I love that side of him. He caressed his own wood vigorously while he tantalized my clit before using his teeth to pull out one of the balls that pulsated with ascending waves within me. It tickled and vibrated my against my entrance, intensifying my pleasure and turning me into a panting, hot mess.

Before long, I was cumming again, gripping the bench with one hand and pulling myself up onto him with the other. He enjoyed his freedom to pleasure us both. Just the sight of him rubbing his hand up and down his thick shaft, three fast pumps of his hand followed by two slow ones, often was all the encouragement I needed for my desire to heighten. Today was no different.

He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on, his cock dancing all over my clit and entrance as he walked, carrying me in his arms. My wetness and love dribbled out of me and wanted a lapping-up by his tongue. As we got to the steps, I reached down and flung open the door I had actually left unlocked. He laid me down on the ground, half in-half out of the doorway.

Mr. Ridley inserted four fingers deep into me, gripping and twisting the balls in and out. Muffled sounds escaped his lips as he began pulling the top of my dress down with his teeth and took my boobs out. Releasing my tits from my sundress, he feasted on my rock hard peaks, making a meal out of me and my titties. As he did, a gush erupted from between my legs. “Cum, baby. Cum. I love to feel you squeezing around my hand like my cock is in you. It’s so fu-u-u-ucking hot”

I could not hold on. I came and came so intensely. He continued to tantalize my clit with the balls to bring my arousal to its pinnicle.

Eventually, he released me from his grip and then licked me out, which was out of this world! It sent me darting and thrusting towards his face while he continued to punish himself, rubbing his cock so viciously and getting himself off by teasing me. Often that alone would get him jerking sweet beads of cum drops all over me, and it was coming; I knew it.

When he could not take anymore, he tugged the last bloom ball out of me, removed his fingers, and quickly slid his beautiful cock in deep, sending me almost directly into another orgasm. I bit into my bottom lip as I cried, “Ohhhhh! Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, fuck me.”

“Mmmmm, so tight and wet,” he groaned. He was so worked up, hard, and wanting more of me.

I raised my torso and sat up, using my arms to support me so that I could reach his lips. Increasing the intensity of my pussy’s grip around his slippery cock, I let the passion escaped my lips. I moaned into his mouth as we so passionately enjoyed an erotic fucking session in what could be our first marital home.

Never leaving my hole, Mr Ridley lifted me into his arms and took us the rest of the way inside. Then he backed me against the inside of the door, closing it with my ass to shut it. I held on tight with my legs wrapped around his waist as he drove me wild, grabbing my ass and ramming his cock deeper and deeper into my cave. I panted, wanting more, as the sounds of our hot fucking echoed through the place.

Mr. Ridley got more vocal now that we were inside. “Oh, yeeeaaaah! Aaawwww, aaaaawwwww!” he growled, trying hard to control himself and not cum. He put my arms above my head and pressed me harder against the door as he continued to fuck me. Going the distance when we get hot and heavy like that can be a challenge, but this time, we didn’t waste any time.

The emptiness of the place amplified things. Everything was knocked up a gear, sending my man’s cock into overdrive to plunge in and out of me faster and faster. Nothing was hotter to me than loud sex and him talking dirty to me. He grabbed a fist full of my tits and feasted on my cleavage, rubbing his tongue across my nipples and biting them softly. Between sucks and nibbles, he’d interject, “Oh god, baby, awwwww. That’s it. Push against me. Fuck, yeah. Can you feel that?” He lowered my feet to the floor, spread my legs, raised my hands above my head again, and kept pumping in and out of me. He was so fucking horny, which turned me on even more. The door was banging with every thrust.

Everything felt tight as he slowly ran his hands down my arms, stopping at my neck to kiss and grope my tits again and suck my erect nipples, circling them over and over, grabbing handfuls as he pleasured me. He moved one hand down to my clit and intercepted it with his thumb, applying pressure and firmly rubbing it around and around. The action sent quivers through me.

I passionately kissed him, grabbing his ass and guiding him to pump harder and telling him how badly I wanted his huge cock. “Deeper; fuck me deeper. Give it all to me. Oh, yeah. Fuck!” Panting, I continued to encourage him. “Oh, yeah, that’s it. Fuck me. Oh, awwww! Punish my pussy, baby.”

Mr. Ridley kept thrusting, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The door banging louder as he spread my legs and engaged my pussy with his mouth. I started to finger myself as he licked and flicked me with his tongue. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbled into me, “you taste sweet.” Sucking up my excess juices, he jerked himself.

I told him, “Get back in there. I need your hard cock.”

So Mr. Ridley lifted my right leg and resumed plunging deep. “Ahhhh! Ah, ah, ah.” His ecstasy escaped his lips as he thrust.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s the spot.” I immediately started to pant again and low-key scream with desire for him. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I urged him. “Oh, yeah! Fuck!” My words made him squirm and give it to me harder. Sloppy sex sounds echoed off the walls. He lifted my ass cheek as I told him, “Keep going! I’m going to cum again.”

That excited Mr. Ridley. He moaned and said, “Cum on me. Shower me in your sweetness, baby.” He craved my release. “I want you—ah, ah! Oh, yeah, like that.”

I could feel the blood rushing down to my vagina, tightening and encasing his cock as the pleasure took over. I kissed him hard, saying, “Oh, yeah! Fuck… fuck… fuck me,” between breathless pants. “Oh, yeah. Mmmmm. Ahhhh, ah, ah… Aaaaawwwww, I’m going to cum hard.”

He bit down on my nipple, cupping my tits as things tightened, and I gave into him.

“Here it cums!”

He buried himself deeper, telling me “I know! Hold on, baby, cum with me.”

But it was too late. “I’m cumming now!” I yelled, pushing against him as I screamed, “Oh, fuck! Yeah! Ah, ah, ah, awwww, ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

He grunted in my ear, “Oh, yeah, baby! I’m cuuuuummiiing…” as he exploded in me, filling me with his love.

It wasn’t over. As he pumped into me, I cried, “I’m cumming again! Keep going! Ohhhhh, fuuuccckkk! Oh, oh, oh.”

As he crammed his length into me, he egged me on. “Oh, yeah, cum for me, again and again. I can feel you.”

I did! “I am Cumm—” and my eyes rolled back in my head. “Oh, oh, keeeep going,” I begged as another wave broke through my walls.

Mr. Ridley grabbed my ass with both hands and continued to fuck me as we both grunted rhythmicly. That was enough to make me pop! “That’s it, baby, deep. Fuck me deep. My pussy loves your rod. Fuck, fuck, I’m coming! Oh, yes. Yes. Yes!” I screamed out loud. I could not get enough of him pumping his rod in and out of me and filling me up.

Mr Ridley’s cock was still hard, long after we had finished and gotten back in the car, still showing me how much he enjoyed himself. Needless to say, so did I because I lost count how many times I cummed that hot and heavy afternoon. That certain sense of risk, of hoping not to get caught, made things so intense and exciting, and that feeling stayed with us well into the afternoon. We even had to stop again on the way home to take care of some horny business—that unyielding rod under his pants.

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