She came home late, with just enough wine in her to make her lusty.
The house was quiet when she came home, and he who you let her fuck was drifting off to sleep. She untied her skirt and straddled him. ‘Do you want me?’ she whispered. ‘Or do I need to fuck myself with the vibrator beside you while you sleep?’
He wanted her. If not before, then immediately. He pulled her down closer to him, and slid his hands to her pussy, caressing her clit and lips and kissing her face and neck and breasts for a long while before sliding into her. He is always a gentle, considerate lover. And she was wet and ready, but gentle and considerate was not what she wanted.
‘Fuck my ass,’ she whispered in his ear. He increased speed, his hands suddenly on hers, pressing them hard into the bed. She stared him right in the eyes. ‘I want you to fuck my ass again,’ she said.
She does not talk to him like that in bed, ever, you know.
Without a word, he pulled out and slid a finger into her asshole. The other hand fumbled inside the bedside table drawer for lubricant. She pulled her knees up to her chest to tilt her hips forward. And he thrust in, not so gently, and she cried out in shock. He thrust in and out slowly, one hand holding her hip, the other working her clit, sliding inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and relaxed. And she thought of why she asked him for this, and she thought of you bending her over the dryer in a laundry room while a party raged upstairs, and she thought of herself on her knees before you – in so many different places. And suddenly, your cock was in her mouth, and it was as real as the cock in her ass. And desire built and built and built until the sensation of his cock in her ass was all pleasure, and she felt ready to cum and she opened her eyes and looked at him and said, voice hoarse, ‘Cum now. Fast, hard. Now. Now.’ And he said, ‘Christ,’ and came in her ass, on her command, immediately.
As did she.
When he pulled out, she cried out in pain again, and he wrapped his arms around her, one crushing her breasts, the other caressing her ass cheeks.
‘I can’t decide if I need to exercise less to have more energy for you, or more, to get stronger,’ he whispered.
‘Am I too much for you?’ she whispered back, drowsy, on the edge of sleep. ‘I may need to take a lover.’
‘Never,’ he said.
‘A girl,’ she said. ‘A girl’s OK, isn’t it? I’ll let you play with her.’
‘Never,’ he said. ‘I love you too much.’ And he does. She is his world.
‘I love you too,’ she said. And she does. She truly does.
But she fell asleep thinking of your cock.