When You Don’t See It “Cumming”

Sometimes it’s best when you don’t see it “cumming.”

It was just a normal summer Saturday.  We decided to go to the city about an hour away to run a few errands and do some shopping.   Some men don’t like shopping; as a general rule, I don’t either, except that Ginger has helped make it fun for me over the years.  So at the mall, I suggested and pointed to outfits for Ginger that I thought would be great vacation attire. At first, I got the eye roll and a tug to keep walking; after all, the lady had her list of things to get, and we were on a mission.

The week leading up to this day had been busy, and we hadn’t had time for any sexual playtime. Needless to say, I was horny.  As we walked by these stores, I couldn’t help but imagine Ginger wearing some of the sexy and skimpy outfits, and I had to keep my hand in my pocket to keep my bulge under wraps.

Like any woman, Ginger can become self-conscious about wearing less than conservative clothing. But when the time comes to dress up for her hubby, it turns her on to be sexy, knowing that she can get an arousing reaction from me.  Over the years, she has become increasingly more comfortable and confident wearing sexy outfits—in the bedroom and also out in public. Now don’t get me wrong, she can also be very sexy sitting around a campfire in some faded jeans and a hoodie.  But there is something fun and adventurous about getting all dressed up with heels and makeup and creating the night-long tease and anticipation of what’s to cum.  On those nights, it’s not about what’s to eat on the plate as much as it’s teasing me about what I’m going to eat later.  After all, so much of intimacy is the anticipation of what’s to cum. Half the fun is getting there, right?

When we had completed her shopping list, I finally talked her into going into a store with some intriguing sexy window mannequins all dressed up.  As we browsed, I suggested a few things for her to try on, which she agreed to.  As I waited by the dressing room, she would open the door and do a modeling show, asking if I liked it. I could tell she was starting to have fun as she turned her husband on. Of course, I wanted to go in the room with her and have some fun too, but there were too many people around to indulge in a dressing room romp.  So, I sat there and gave her my opinion as she showed me each outfit.  In particular, one caught my attention: a pair of black faux-leather shorts that sat high enough on her legs to show just the slight curve of her bare ass.  I love my wife’s ass, so those shorts were a must-have!

I’m happy to say that we’ve had a few fun evenings on vacation with her in those shorts.  I love it when my wife gets glances from other men and women—not because what she’s wearing is slutty, but because she looks sexy! And there is a big difference between being sexy and slutty.  Slutty can be fun in the bedroom, but sexy is fun and appropriate in public.  They can admire, but she’s mine, and I have to admit, it turns me on to see others admiring my wife.

In the end, we picked out a few items, including those shorts, and we both anticipated the special occasions or our next vacation when she’d be wearing the things we purchased.

As we were driving home, I suggested that she might help pass the time by reading us a few MarriageHeat stories.  We have found that reading the stories to each other and talking about them can be a huge turn-on.  It wasn’t too long before we were both getting hot.

I suggested she take her bra and shorts off, and she gave me a sly smile and agreed that it would indeed feel good to get out of those constricting things.  I watched her remove her bra from under her tank top, leaving only the thin fabric trying but failing to conceal her hard nipples.  Then she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them along with her wet pink thong down her legs, and her bare feet wiggled out of them.  There she sat on my leather truck seat in broad daylight, going down the freeway exposed from the waist down.  It was a sight to behold.  Her bare, freshly shaved pussy was already glistening in the sunlight, just taunting me to pull over and indulge in its delectableness.

Ginger then suggested that I release my cock from its tight confines and join her, and I willingly obliged.  It felt so good to get my hard cock free.  Keeping one hand on the wheel, I now stroked my hard shaft with my other.

Ginger started reading another story, but this time, one hand held the phone while her other gently teased her swelling lips.  I have no recollection of the stories, but I do recall that, as she read them, we were both enjoying the tales and ourselves.

About halfway home, we ran into a detour as there had been a wreck up ahead. It made us stop and consider what we were doing, as we didn’t want to cause another accident.  So, we both agreed that we’d just have to be careful and that I’d have to keep my eye on the road.  As we came up to the detour, I asked if Ginger wanted to cover up because a flagman was standing by the side of the road directing traffic.

“No, that’s too much work,” she said as she smiled.  So, we slowly approached the flagman and drove past as Ginger sat there fully exposed from the waist down, which was exciting to think of, but we don’t think he even noticed.

As we got closer to home, I turned off the main road and took some gravel roads, giving us more privacy.  I began playing with Ginger’s tits as she fingered herself.  She was biting her lip as she watched me pinch and pull her hard nipples and as her wet fingers dipped in and out of her pussy, teasing her clit.  With one of her legs now up on the dash, she spread her legs as best she could in her seat, and her other hand had made its way over to my precum-drenched cock, slowly stroking it.  I tried my best to watch the road and let her put on a show for me as she indulged herself in her own sex.

At one point, Ginger whimpered and said, “Baby, I could come so easily. Would you mind if I got your truck seat wet? Would you clean up my cum if I got your nice leather seats all wet? Would it bother you if you could still smell me on your way to work on Monday?”

But, I told her that she couldn’t cum yet; she could get close but no cumming, and she was starting to get frustrated. Finally, about a mile away from home, we had to put our clothes back on and try to compose ourselves as we drove through our neighborhood.  We pulled in our driveway and ran into our house and straight to our master bedroom like a couple of kids chasing each other. There, we locked the door and went to our bathroom, not knowing or caring where the kids were at that time but making sure they couldn’t come in.

We embraced each other and kissed deeply. Then, helping each other get out of our clothes, we made a pile of them on the bathroom floor.

As we were kissing, Ginger said, “Fuck, baby, I need you in me.  Make me cum; make me cum hard.  I need to feel that hard cock in my pussy.”

She turned around, put her hands on the vanity, and shoved her ass towards me, wanting me to take her from behind.  “Ungh, baby, look at that ass of yours! God, I love your ass!” I said.  My pulsating dick slid into her wet tight pussy, and I started fucking her from behind, slapping her ass in the process. My hands reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples.  “Ah, your pussy feels so good around my cock, babe. I love your pussy!” I exclaimed.  I could’ve cum in seconds, but I pulled out, not wanting it to end too soon.  I asked her if she wanted her “Little Jack,” a play on words, as it’s her 9-inch, realistic dildo.

She nodded and said, “Yes, baby!  Get that big cock in my pussy now!”

I quickly went to our toy bag and retrieved her big toy dick.  With her ass still facing me and her wiggling it in anticipation, I slowly inserted the long, veiny shaft into her pussy.

She let out a gasp.“Oh, he’s so big!  Fuck, that feels amazing!” she cried out.

I knelt behind her and fucked her pussy with Little Jack while my tongue made its way to her ass and began licking and giving her a rim job, circling that tight little rosebud.  Then, I grabbed her hand and led it to her Little Jack, giving her control of him.  I stood up behind her and started to tease her tight rosebud with my cock.  There was so much sexual lube already that I just worked that around and around her tight asshole.

Now Ginger was going crazy.  She said, “Yes, yes. Be a naughty boy and fuck my ass, please!”

Slowly, I pushed and watched her tight ass take my head, little by little.  I would push a little, then stop to let her ass ring relax.

“Ohhhhh, ahhh, yes.  Slow, slow, babe.  Let me take you in my ass slowly.  Ungh, baby, fill my ass with your cock.  Yes!” she said.

She continued to work Little Jack in and out of her pussy as she was being filled with two cocks, one in each hole.   I pushed a little more and was now fully in her ass.  Slowly, I began to work in and out of her ass, pulling out and watching her hole pucker for me, then pushing back in as she would gasp again.

The ecstasy was building in both of us. I could feel her legs begin to shake as she pushed her ass back against my cock, matching my thrusts with those of Little Jack fucking her pussy.  The frenzy was building, and soon we were both to the point of no return.

“Ugh, I’m coming, I’m coming!  Fuck my ass, babe. Fuck it good, ohhhhhh….”  And then she came, her body convulsing and shaking as my own body tensed, fighting back its need for release until I couldn’t fight it any longer. With a few last thrusts, I filled Ginger’s ass with my hot cum; release after release, it poured out of me.

As our bodies relaxed and we came down from our high, we stood and held each other, exhausted from the sexual buildup and wonderful release.  We hugged, kissed, and agreed that we didn’t see that cumming when we left this morning. But that’s the gift of marriage and marriage heat.  We cleaned up and got dressed, exiting our bedroom like nothing even happened, and it was only midafternoon.

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4 replies
  1. LovingMan says:

    Gr8 story… and I thought that how you both exited your bedroom like nothing had happened is hilarious! This story (& you two experiencing it) contradict Satan’s and the media’s lies and portrayals of only illicit sex as being hot and amazing. Clearly married sex can be not, amazing, & wonderful!

  2. Yoshiya says:

    I’m holding myself back for her until the next time we fuck, but your story got me super frustrated, especially when I got to the anal sex. Thank you for this story, and thank God for the gift of the marriage bed.

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