Great Messages (L)

This story contains strong language (L).

My husband and I love sending texts and calls for our eyes and ears only, messages that make us desire each other. When we do, I get wet, my body aches, and I want to feel my husband inside me right then and there. The wait is hard but worth it.

On one particular day, my husband and I exchanged very private messages and calls. I couldn’t wait for him to get home that night.  I had dinner ready for him, and not just food either—I had on a tank top with shorts and decided not to wear any underwear or bra so that I would be ready for him. When I heard his car pull up and our dogs barking, I got excited.

My husband took his shoes off at the door and came over to kiss me. I asked him how his day had gone.

“It was good,” he said, “even better with your messages.” He also told me that on his lunch break he had thought about me.

I sat our plates down and said with a wink, “I’ve been waiting for you.” Then I pulled out my breasts. “I have no underthings on,” I whispered.

My husband reached over to grab my breasts. “Let’s eat first. Then I’m going to take a shower. I promise you you’re going to regret doing that,” he said with a smile.

He took out his phone, and as we were eating, he texted me what he was going to do to me. No talking was needed.

It felt like my wetness would leak out into the chair. I pulled up my tank top, again exposing my breasts. “Look at how hard my nipples are for you,” I whispered. I even texted him how wet I was right then and there.

I finished my meal before my husband did; it took a long time for him to finish his as we continued texting back and forth. I asked him how hard he was. He replied that I should know since I was wet and sexy.

The build-up got intense. Even when my husband finished his food, we weren’t done at the table yet. He decided to pull out his dick then text me to touch it. I got up, and when I did, it immediately pointed at me.

I got wetter. I could feel my pussy telling me to hop on. Instead, I looked into my husband’s eyes and started to stroke his dick. A slight moan came from his lips. Then he unexpectedly got up.

“Hey, I’m going to take a shower,” my husband said. “Wanna come?” (Double entendre there.) So we went upstairs together. Before we even got in the shower, I knelt down to put him in my mouth. While I played with his balls, I took him inside as deep as I could.

Little moans escaped from my husband’s mouth. A few minutes later, he pulled me up and kissed my mouth, then my neck, and my breasts. Finally, he guided me into the warm shower.

We soaped each other up all over then rinsed each other off while getting more and more aroused. My husband played with my clit, and I almost lost my balance. The warm water pouring over us added to the sensations.

I played with my husband’s dick until he turned me around and got behind me, trying to put his dick inside me. When he finally got in, I almost dropped to my knees; I had nothing to hold onto to but the shower wall. My vaginal walls wrapped around him like glue. With a slight thrust from him, I felt myself let go. One thrust followed after another, and I couldn’t do it anymore—I was afraid I would lose control and fall.

“Let’s get out and finish this,” I said. “Let’s go to the bed.”

We got out of the shower and dried off, my husband’s penis still very erect and my pussy soaking. Before we even made it to the bed, I got to my knees to suck my husband’s dick again. However this time, we were right in front of our full-length mirror. I watched myself suck my husband off and actually got wetter. He probably caught me looking in the mirror.

“Yes, baby, you suck me off good!” my husband said. “Look at how good you suck me.”

My pussy literally exploded as I looked at myself sucking my husband in the mirror.

“Come here,” my husband said, pulling me up. He rubbed my clit.

“Look at the mirror,” he said. “How much do you like that?”

I took a peek at the mirror. OMG, I got turned on even more. I was watching my husband rub me and myself reacting to him. I felt his finger slide inside me.

“Mmmmmm,” my husband said as he licked my juices off his finger. “You’re so wet and taste so good.” He put two fingers inside me and rubbed my clit. “You like that huh?” my husband said. “Look at how much you like that.”

I looked at the mirror again and went weak in the knees. My body ached. “I wanna feel you!” I said. “Put yourself inside me.”

“You want me inside you?” My husband asked.

“Yes!” I nodded.

My husband continued to rub me and finger fuck me, making me almost delirious. “Look in the mirror,” he repeated.

I saw what he was doing and took a glance at my expression. It was so hot to see my hard nipples and the wetness of my pussy on his fingers as they moved in and out of me.

“Baby, I can’t stand,” I said. “I’m going to fall.”

My husband stopped, then turned me around. He entered me from behind, and I immediately gasped. I felt myself wrap around him. I had nothing to hold onto and I had to trust him to hold me. My eyes rolled back.

“Look at the mirror,” my husband said again.

I saw my husband fucking me while feeling him fucking me. I couldn’t take it—I was going to melt into the floor, it was so hot.

“Let’s move to the bed now,” I said. “Finish what we started.”

We got to the bed, and I told my husband to lay down. His dick was hard and beautiful, and my pussy was so wet. When I positioned myself on him, he slipped right in. My pussy wrapped around his dick again, and I started to ride him. He helped by moving my hips with his hands. I went up and down, feeling completely full.

When I was starting to get tired, my husband did something unexpected: he grabbed my hips tight and started pounding into me.

“Fuck!” I screamed. My breasts were bouncing up and down in the air and my juices were all over the place. The pleasure was too much.

“Okay. Okay,” I moaned. I got up, planning to lay down but my husband had other ideas.

“Turn around,” he said, and when I did, I felt my husband’s dick push my vaginal walls aside.

“Oooooo!” I moaned. He thrust slowly as I moaned, “OMG!”

Then he thrust a little faster. Then faster. His balls started slapping against me.

“Oh, my gosh, baby!” I moaned. “Feels so fucking good!” My husband held onto my hips and started thrusting harder, making me scream, “Ahhhhhhhh!!!” It felt so good, that’s the only thing I could do! I felt so weak that I had to lay down on my stomach. That felt even better, and I couldn’t escape the pleasure. My body felt like it had melted. I buried my head into the pillows and screamed and yelled. I was hoping it would muffle my sounds, but it probably didn’t. I drooled by accident because it felt so good.

My husband continued to pound into me. “Oooo, baby, you feel so good!” I cried out, and heard my husband moan too, which brought more pleasure. Feeling my husband’s dick inside my walls, fucking me so good, making me moan, and hearing him moan are the best feelings ever. I was so wet that I could feel my juices coating his dick.

Then I heard a sweet noise. My husband grunted, but I didn’t want him to come just yet.

“No, baby, not yet. Don’t come yet. I want to see you come in me. Turn me over.” I said.

My husband pulled out and turned me over on my back.

“You wanna come?” I said. “Come in me, and look at me.”

My husband kissed my lips, then my breasts, sucking on them gently. He kissed all over my body before going down and licking my clit. He started eating me out, and I felt electrical bolts run through me.

“Baby, I want you to fuck me then come in me!” I moaned.

My husband positioned himself in front of my hole. My knees were apart, and my pussy wanted cum in it. He held his penis against my slit before inching his way inside me.

“Yes, baby!” I moaned. “Now come in me, baby! Look at me while you come in me. I want you to come in me!”

My husband thrust into me once, then again. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer.

“Fuck me, baby. I wanna feel your cum!” I whispered.

My husband started thrusting harder, then started literally pounding me.

“Ohhh, yes!  Yes!” I moaned. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. You fuck so good.” I wrapped my arms around his body. We were one, stuck like glue. I felt my husband pound in and out of me, the bed shaking with each thrust. “Yes, baby come. Come in me. That feels so good!”

A few minutes later, I heard my husband grunt.

“Oh, yes, baby! Yes! That’s it—come in me, baby!  Yes! Fill me up!”

My husband grunted again. “Baby, I’m gonna come!” he said.

“I know. Come in me.” I whispered. “I wanna feel it. Look at me when you come. Come, baby. You can do it. COME!!” My husband thrust deeper in me, and I held him tight. “Look at me when you come,” I said again.

“Ahhhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!  Ahhhhhhhh!!!! FUCK!” my husband moaned as he filled me up, and our eyes locked.

“Yes,” I said. “That feels so good. I love your hot cum inside me.”

“I love you,” my husband said, kissing me.

“I love you too,” I said.

We stayed connected for a few more seconds before my husband pulled out, his semen dripping out on our bed. I cleaned myself up, and my husband changed our sheets. Then we cuddled, and I gently reminded him that tomorrow I’d send more messages to him. So round two is in the works!