My Hunger (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Mike slowly pulled out.
I felt happy, used, and now empty with him no longer inside me, his cum running down my inner thigh. His eyes took in my body, and he grinned as he wiped his fingers through the wetness between my legs and brought it to his mouth.
“You are the best fucking wife a man could ever have!”
I smiled, a lazy, sated smile. I reached for his cock, which was still glistening with our combined fluids.
“I hope you’re not done, because I’m not,” I told him in a sultry voice.
My hand closed around his cock. It was soft, spent from filling me. I stroked him slowly, watching his eyes darken again. He moaned softly.
“You heard me, baby,” I whispered. “I’m not done.”
I let go of him and sank to my knees on the kitchen floor. The floor was cool and hard under my knees. I looked up at him, his pants still open, his shirt rumpled, his expression one of raw, hungry shock. This was the thrill. Not just the sex, but the power of surprising him, of taking what I wanted.
“What are you doing, Amiee?” His voice was a low rumble.
“I’m going to taste you,” I said, my eyes locked on his. “I’m going to taste us. I’m going to suck your cock until it’s hard again, baby. I’m going to suck it until you’re fucking my mouth.”
I didn’t wait for permission. I leaned forward, my hands on his thighs for balance. I nuzzled his softness, my lips brushing the sensitive skin. I licked long and slow from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip, lapping up the sticky mix of his cum and my wetness.
Mike groaned, his hands coming to rest on the back of my head. “Fuck, Amiee!”
“That’s the idea,” I murmured against his skin. I took the head of his cock into my mouth. It was still soft, yielding. Sucking gently, my tongue swirling around the head, I felt him twitch. I sucked harder, applying a steady, rhythmic pressure. My hand joined in, stroking what my mouth couldn’t yet take, my fingers slick with spit and the remnants of our fucking.
I could feel him growing, thickening, filling my mouth. It was a slow, delicious transformation. I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. Yes! He was getting hard for me. For my mouth.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Suck me, baby. Get me nice and hard for you.”
I increased the pace, bobbing my head, taking more of him with each downward stroke. To let him slide deeper, I relaxed my throat, focusing on the sensations: the salty taste of his skin, the smooth, hot weight of him on my tongue, the way his breathing grew ragged. I was making a mess, spit dripping down my chin onto my huge tits. I wanted it messy. I wanted it nasty.
I pulled off, gasping for air. His cock stood rigid and angry-red, glistening with my saliva.
“Look at you,” I panted, stroking him fast. “Look how hard you are for my mouth, baby. You love my fucking mouth, don’t you?”
“I fucking love it,” he growled, pushing his hips forward. “Now get it back on me.”
I opened my mouth wide and took him back in, this time aiming to take him all. I pushed forward, letting the head of his cock bump against the back of my throat. I swallowed, relaxing the muscles, and he slid deeper. Oh God. He was so big. I could feel him stretching my mouth, filling my throat. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I didn’t stop, instead pushing further until I felt him hit the entrance to my throat.
I held there, my throat working around him, eyes watering. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, perfect. I was completely full of him. I tasted his pre-cum, feeling every pulse of his heartbeat in the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
Mike’s groan was long and deep. “Oh my God, Amiee. You’re deep-throating me. You’re taking my whole fucking cock down your throat!”
I pulled back slowly, gasping as the air hit my wet lips. A string of spit connected my mouth to his tip. Looking him in the eye, I declared, “I want all of it. I want to feel you fuck my throat. I want you to hold my head and use my mouth, baby. Use it like you used my pussy.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. Tightening his hands in my hair—not gently this time—he guided my head back onto his cock. Then he pushed forward, fucking into my mouth with short, sharp thrusts, setting the pace.
“Open wider,” he commanded.
I obeyed, letting my jaw go slack.
He drove deeper, his hips pistoning. The sound was obscene—wet, gagging, sloppy. Spit flew. I focused on breathing through my nose, on keeping my throat relaxed, on taking every inch he gave me. My own arousal was throbbing between my legs. A pool of nectar formed on the floor under my pussy.
“You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, looking down at me. “You like being on your knees, sucking your husband’s cock like a fucking slut. You like me fucking your pretty face.”
Unable to speak, I moaned, a guttural, affirmative sound that vibrated around his shaft. I reached between my legs and found my swollen clit. I rubbed hard, in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was dizzying. The stretch of my mouth, the rough grip of his hand in my hair, the frantic rubbing on my clit . . . it was all too much, and yet not enough.
“I can feel you gagging on me,” Mike said, his voice strained. “I can feel your throat squeezing my cock. You want me to cum? You want me to shoot my load down your fucking throat, Amiee?”
I nodded the best I could, my eyes pleading up at him. Yes. Yes! Please!
His thrusts became faster, harder, less controlled. He was chasing his climax, using my mouth for his pleasure. I redoubled my efforts on my clit, my own orgasm coiling tight, ready to snap. I could taste the salt of his pre-cum, feel his balls tightening against my chin.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice a harsh rasp. “Swallow it. Swallow every fucking drop!”
With a final, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt, he stilled. A hot, pulsing jet hit the back of my throat. Then another. And another. I swallowed desperately, the taste bitter and salty . . . and his. All his. I kept swallowing, milking him with my throat, until he was spent.
He pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from my mouth with a soft, wet sound. I gasped, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. My lips were swollen and dripping saliva and cum. I looked up at him, my vision blurry with unshed tears of effort and ecstasy.
Mike gazed at me, his chest heaving. “Stand up.”
Keep watching for what happened next!
As if I need much help getting hard in the morning, but this one really got my cock erect and pulsing. Amiee, your husband is blessed to have a wife who will deep throat him and swallow his cum. I’m going to wake my wife up for morning sex. She gave me a blowjob after I fucked her yesterday but she can’t deepthroat me and she hates swallowing.
Congratulations Amiee, you gave me my second orgasm for the day.
M.went down on me before leaving for the gym.
I love your descriptives and the way you talked to him.
"You heard me baby, Im not done."
You did something I Love to do. Taking him with these flaccid and soft sucking him until he's hard as a rock. All of your descriptives of the way things happen how he was gentle at first and then raw grabbing your hair tightly. The way the two of you talk to each other during the whole thing.
There is a strangely erotic turn on when we do things that we would otherwise find completely uncomfortable but yet [now] is bringing sexual pleasure, and creates this acceptance of gagging and choking or having our anus stretched that brings a sense of completion and satisfaction to us.
Hearing another's desire and pleasure being voiced brings pleasure to us. And mastering the ability to just let [inhibitions] go and [speak as] filthy as we want during those moments brings a raw passion to those moments.
Sex is not something that is just done at night before you fall asleep in bed but it is a continual through the day sexuality that we exhibit to one another through hugs and kisses and caresses.
It's those moments out of nowhere [when] you take the initiative to please your partner. So many times M. Would just walk into the room give me a loving kiss dropped his knees remove my clothing to the point he could just go down on me.
And I have done the same , dressing in something sexy waiting for him to get home give him a kiss and greeting him by unbuckling his pants and lowering to my knees.
It's those moments when you're driving and you reach over caressing a leg letting your hands slip between their thighs.
It's dressing with the intention that you might send them a sexual picture.
This goes for husbands and wives, you are a sexual partner and sexual desire is tied to intimate desire and love for one another.
You each need to demonstrate that you have these feelings for one another through actions like this!
Make them hungry for you wanting you to the point that they will run to you to get the affectionate desire.
Amiee, with the first sentence of him pulling out, I said oooooooo.
By the time you said " I hope you're not done." My jeans were on buckled and unzipped.
Sitting with the phone in one hand I reached around my waist lifting my body and working my jeans and panties down to my knees,
It was a lovely story, thank you for writing it and sharing it. From the first touches to the hood of my clitoris to the last word of your story was a delicious experience.
Lady L. 💋💦💦💦💦
m,mmm, so nice, Amiee – I believe you may be the woman in here who is most like me, in lots of ways. Especially the insatiable need you have to taste, feel and service your man's cock!
Can you tell that my hubby has only been gone 38 hours and I'm So horny that I'm playing with everything I own! LOL
This story got me thru my lunch orgasm, thanks for the help!
Ohhh that was
Your vibrator and moaning I heard while playing while reading this story.
You go pattygirl !!
Lady L. 😉💋
Man, this was hot! Love the passion shared between the two of you. Did you share the load with him in a kiss?
This story definitely had my cock throbbing! It was so detailed and intense! The hunger behind "I hope your not done, because I'm not." I'm sure had him shocked! Like Tutchh said by that part in the story my pants and boxers were already down and I was stroking hard.
"I increased the pace, bobbing my head, taking more of him with each downward stroke. To let him slide deeper, I relaxed my throat, focusing on the sensations: the salty taste of his skin, the smooth, hot weight of him on my tongue, the way his breathing grew ragged. I was making a mess, spit dripping down my chin onto my huge tits. I wanted it messy. I wanted it nasty." The openness and rawness of you taking him like this is so incredible!
Thanks for sharing!!
Wow Aimee,
Reading this made me totally hard. I could almost feel [some] lips around my cock [doing the same thing].
So hot! Keep writing !
Aimeee that was really sexy n very well written! My wife has been able to let go of her inhibitions and we have had some crazy hot sex! That has included several of the sexy activities in this story. Interesting that role plays set her off.
That being said, my wife usually prefers me to finish while fucking her pussy. That is certainly not a bad option! There have been times I’ve cum in her mouth. There’s been times we face fucked… & done fellatio after fucking. ALL those sexual experiences were awesome. Yet my wife’s interests changed over the years and they change from sex session to sex session.
My therapist explained that sex will not be the same every time. I’ve learned to look at it as a sex buffet. Sometimes something you liked the last time is not on today’s menu, but there are still many sexy dishes to choose from!
When I read sexy MH stories like this I am happy for the couple, & I remember the things we’ve done. I recognize the things my Melody does not usually like on the sex menu. & yet I have seen her try new things. (Like she learned how to deep throat me by practicing on a
banana.) When I read MH stories they give me ideas but I don’t spend time bemoaning things my wife doesn’t like. There are too many delicious dishes on her buffet of love! Me
Incredible! As Mike began to regain his desire so quickly after his retrograde, I could feel the sense of the surging need in my own body as you, Amiee, made him harden and want to cum, again!! No wonder he gave you a second, hot creamy load deep in your throat!! So hot!!!! 🔥
Very hot and erotic story. A loving wife pleasuring her husband, so descriptive. One of the best stories here on MH.
That was amazingly hot! It must be so incredibly erotic and intimate to taste and ravish your husband like that! Oh I can't wait to do it myself someday! Bring an extreme gagger, I don't think I'll ever be able to deepthroat, but I intend to perfect my sucking and handjob skills with my future husband. 😉
LLL,
In one video of the married couple that I have occasionally mentioned, she comes home from work and mentions that she has had a stressful day. Her husband asks, "Are you ready to suck cock?" She enthusiastically replies, "Yeah! It has been that kind of a day."
They go at it in various angles. Eventually, she gets really settled in when she is sitting on the couch and her husband is standing in front of her. He leans forward a bit. She takes him into her mouth. After a little bit, she reaches around behind him and grabs his butt-cheeks — encouraging him to pump back and forth.
He starts fucking her face. Even though her mouth is full of cock, she manages to make a sideways glance toward the camera and gets a BIG SMILE on her face. There are two things that she really enjoys: getting her mouth fucked and being WATCHED getting her mouth fucked.
Sorry…. I have been "playing" while typing. But, I had to stop for a moment and lean back in my recliner and play with my swollen balls with the other hand. It felt SO fucking good!!
I so long to find another wife and enjoy such mutual pleasure again someday. (Oh, wow! I felt a little drip of warm precum on my finger. For those of you that have followed me on this site, you know that is rare. A surgical error took away my ability to ejaculate. I have not shot a load in at least a dozen years.)
Well, I was already quite aroused before even sitting down at my computer, and then I read THIS story! Wow!!
I was already playing with my hard, thick dick. Trying to stroke with one hand and scroll the mouse with the other hand. And then, I read THIS….
"My own arousal was throbbing between my legs. A pool of nectar formed on the floor under my pussy."
Fucking WOW!! How I long to find another wife — one that would think like that, react like that, move like that, TALK like that, WANT me like that. Did I mention TALK like that…? 😉 One that would be so proud of my dick, and of her skills at handling it, that she can't wait to tell her girlfriends about her latest adventure with ME. 😉