I just had to roll over and lick his lower lip and take the gamble that he would be all in — why was that so hard for me to do? Too proud? Bad at saying sorry? I couldn’t blame him for not making a move, I’d turned him down so often recently — work stresses had really had me in every mood except for a sexy one. But I was feeling on a more even keel now, work project sorted and pay rise achieved for us, so we could do more of the things we wanted. I knew that I’d had to stay focussed, really putting in the long hours. I didn’t regret it, but I did feel bad that I’d turned into that “nightmare wife”, the nagging, grumpy, sex denying kind I’d promised myself I’d never become. I felt a lot of remorse about that. He’d stayed steady, not biting back, not being the prick back to me that I, in all reality, deserved. That made it harder. He really didn’t deserve the awful person I’d been lately. He’d just taken over most of the household jobs, kept everything ticking over, still while putting in his own long hours at what could be a stressful job. Since it had been at least eight weeks since we’d last fucked or even kissed, he’d taken over his own sexual needs too, masturbating in the shower every evening, coming to bed to find me asleep. I knew because I’d found a small bottle of lube discreetly placed in the top shelf of our bathroom cabinet this morning. His sex drive was high, so maybe it had been even more frequent.
I’d been thinking about fucking him all day, appreciating his broad shoulders, muscular legs. It had started in the shower when he came in to clean his teeth while I washed. He’d been asking me what I wanted to do this weekend, finally a break away from the daily grind. Sure — we were at my parents’ place where privacy is limited, but even they appreciate that a closed door is a closed door. It was all we could afford while we waited for my next, bigger, salary payment to come through. While listening to his voice I realised how good the soap felt, I squeezed my own ass, and tickled my own asshole before inserting a soapy index finger in to the second knuckle circling my rim gently, getting myself clean, hoping that later it would pay off with him eating it. My sex drive finally waking back up, all while I heard his electric toothbrush running. I should have opened the shower curtain then and offered him my body and a big ‘I’m sorry I haven’t appreciated how amazing you are!’. I wish I had! Maybe I was scared he’d be the one turning me down, which I deserved, and I’d feel humiliated. I guess my parents still being at home and it being midmorning probably also aided my hesitation. But still, I really wished I had. At least the ice would have been broken.
His hand was resting on my rib cage, below my heavy and aching breasts. Maybe that was my way in — if I could just shift his hand up… I knew he had been admiring my large, very full tits since we met years ago, recently not touching, always respectful but surely fantasizing about them, despite my hell-bitch mood recently. He was a titty man through and through. He always came harder when he had a nipple in his mouth, and a hand squeezing the other one. The only thing he liked better than a face full of tits was watching his cock pump in and out of my asshole. That was off the cards though, I thought to myself, in my haste to get to our holiday on the road I’d forgotten to pack the lube. It had been too long anyway; we’d need to work up slowly to a full anal fuck. We’d both enjoy it when we did, I loved that feeling of it being so taboo, and of the sacrifice of a forbidden part of my body, and the way my asshole stretched and accepted feeling so full. He loved the smut of it, and the way my asshole gripped and adjusted to stay tight around every variation of vein and thickness along the shaft of his cock. Even the way he’d need to talk me into it before I would ‘submit’ was part of what made it such a turn on for him — could he force my reluctant consent?
I sighed, pretended to stretch, and adjusted my torso down so his hand brushed over the already hard peak of my breast through the soft clinging fabric of my singlet. Gathering my courage, I turned my head to the right, grazed my lower lip with my teeth before smiling; green light given. He held my gaze for a second before cracking a smile and then pulled me to face him, his hand beneath my singlet suddenly, kneading my left breast. He was riding my singlet up, moving quickly now before pouncing, my breast in his mouth and it felt so good, his mouth so hot, and I found myself urging him on:
“Oh fuck babe, harder!” even though my tits were so sensitive it was in reality beginning to hurt. I knew he loved sucking small bruises onto the underside of my breasts, marks of ownership.
“You wanna get up on top? I don’t want to crush you.” God, even after my shitty treatment recently he was still being amazing, considerate, and respectful. I needed to stop that, really get him to cut loose, or my remorse would kill me.
“Not yet, what I really want to do is suck on your balls, do you want that?”
His breath left him in a rush, obviously shocked at my suggestion and I watched his gold-hazel eyes dilate with lust. I had a lot of making up to do and intended to start tonight. He rolled onto his back with a:
“Fuck yeah.” as he realized I didn’t want a quicky, or even a romantic gentle kiss filled interlude with him playing my white knight. I couldn’t blame him for not knowing what I wanted instinctively, I’d been the queen of mixed signals since I’d started riding the stress rollercoaster two months ago. Before that we had been so in sync sexually. I wanted that back. I missed us being “us”.
I moved down the bed, positioned myself between his spread legs, pausing to admire his thick banana curved cock, giving it a long, wet lick from between his balls up the underside of the shaft to the purple head which rested just above his navel. I heard him groan and smiled to myself before kissing one lightly furred side of his sack and then the other. They were drawn up tight in arousal, I gently sucked the left into my mouth first, before moving onto the right, rolling my tongue over the skin while I held his ball in my mouth.
“Like this babe? Or harder?”
“Just like that” he groaned at me. Hopefully I was reminding him why putting up with my shitty behaviour recently was worth it. I carried on, swapping back and forth, saliva drenching his sensitive ball-sack. I kept it up and alternated sucking the tip of his cock. I knew he was watching me, so I’d smile up at him with my eyes every now and again. I decided it was time turn things up a notch:
“I want to choke on your cock a babe, let’s see how deep down my throat I can get it.”
“Fucking take it” he groaned at me. I slid his thick sword into my mouth slowly guiding it into my throat, tasting his salty precum. I exaggerated the sounds of my choking, I knew from the porn he watched that it was a big turn on for him, that gag. I came back up his shaft to the tip and tongued the slit, I felt him gently grasp my hair. I paused long enough to say to him:
“Make me take it for you babe, choke me on it!” I wanted him to feel sure that I wanted it rough and dirty the way I knew he liked it best, that I wanted to shift from being in control to being controlled. We often switched roles like this during our fuck sessions, but his favourite was bossing me around with some consensual non-consent actions. I felt him grip my hair in a much firmer grasp that hurt, he pushed on the top of my head, forcing me back down and I felt his hard purple knob move quickly toward my throat, I gagged a little and felt a lot of extra saliva enter my mouth. He felt it too and judging by the increase in the girth of his cock, he was enjoying my suffering, just enough to get my aching pussy slit to throb.
“Fuck you’re a good girl, I bet your pussy is as wet as your mouth”. He pulled me up and down his hard shaft using my hair a few more times before pulling me back up to rest on his chest while he kissed me roughly, holding my jaw and fucking my mouth with his tongue.
“Will you give me your cock now, please?” I begged in a hoarse whisper, remembering that the wall between our bedroom and my parents’ room was pretty thin, hoping desperately that they were long asleep. I was enjoying the feeling of my own juices on my thighs, turned on by the abuse of him fucking my face with his swollen, engorged cock. He edged my loose shorts down and I kicked them off before lying back down on my side, facing him, breathing heavy, ready for a rough ride and to get into any position he wanted. He pulled my legs up and positioned himself behind me, I twisted my shoulders back towards the bed so I could look at him, and he could see my tits, my face, I shifted one leg to be more in the recovery position so he could see my wet aching cunt and my asshole.
“Will you take it for me baby?” he asked, in a low, quiet, and calm voice.
“Yes, fuck I want it, hard.” I breathed in reply. I closed my eyes, aching for and expecting to feel his thick curved weapon pushing its way intrusively into my slick hot pussy. I felt the bed shift under his weight and then felt his tongue instead, licking my asshole. Fuck it felt good. He licked around it gently at first before his tongue became firmer, getting my tight hole wet and then pushing his tongue into my anal passage, circling, rimming. I started breathing in deep shuddering breaths, I felt him push three fingers straight into my dripping, aching cunt.