He grabbed my hips then and lifted and turned me. It was forceful and strong and so manly, and I knew I would do anything he wanted. He pressed my shoulders down into the duvet and I had a mouth full of rose petals. He took my hands and placed them on my ass cheeks and told me to keep them spread. I had no choice but to eat the rose petals in my mouth. I didn’t care.
I was fully aware my ass was thrust up high in the air. I was spread open and exposed. Exposed to my husband and I loved it.
“Oh baby. Look at me! How do I look with my ass in the air?”
“Emma, so beautiful!”
I went to speak again but he licked me then. He started low on my clit and then wormed his tongue slowly and lovingly up through my labia, into my vagina, over my taint, and then licked my asshole with hunger. I groaned at the sensation. It was so wonderful.
Then two fingers slipped into my pussy. They pushed down and found the spot my mother had told me about. He pressed gently and moved his fingers only a little bit. The heel of his hand pressed on my clit. After a minute, I came the hardest I had ever cum. It was sensory overload. So close on the heels of my last orgasm it found me and owned me completely.
I screamed on the bed. Shouting obscenities. I thrashed on his face and fingers. A strange sensation came over me and I peed or something. I heard Daniel shout out something. I didn’t care. That sensation came with a sudden warmth of pleasure that took over my whole body. I was having a complete body orgasm and I drowned in it.
Daniel was kissing my face and it felt wet. I struggled to open my eyes and when I did, he was grinning down at me. I was on my side but had no memory of moving.
“Your face is all wet?” I murmured and cupped his cheek.
“Emma, something came flying out of you. A lot of liquid.”
“Oh my God, I felt like I peed.”
“Did you? Did you pee in my face?”
“Maybe? I read about it. It’s pee, baby. Trapped pee. It comes out when I orgasm that hard. I did that? It felt amazing…”
“Come on. Shower time. We have to get all these stupid petals off us.”
“Okay…”
When I didn’t move, he tried to lift me. He’s strong but I’m a grown ass woman. He tried and failed, because I was such a dead weight, and we laughed our asses off. We were covered in petals. We stank of the petals. It was wonderful.
We struggled out of the bed and found a luxurious shower waiting for us.
And hour later we appeared, pruned by the water, a new load of his cum filled my pussy.
We collapsed on the bed, and he ate me out again. Part of me knew his cum was still inside me. I didn’t care if he didn’t, and it made me cum faster.
We slept again.
* * *
I woke first and found out my husband snores. Not loudly. A weird sound that I found amusing. I watched him for a time. I sniffed his neck and his armpits. I loved his smell and needed it. I sniffed lower and found his cock lying relaxed between his legs. I watched it for a time, fascinated at the smaller version of it. It was all wrinkled and it moved around on its own. Like a little animal. Even soft it was large. I had married a man with a big cock. I was the luckiest woman in the world.
I blew on it and giggled when it rolled again. His testicles lifted and shifted, and the shaft rolled with it. I licked the tip, and it moved some more. I continued and it started to swell. I watched it grow and strengthen and harden. This was something I could do every day and planned on it.