Marital Fidelity Continued.....

Well, we made a decent stir-fry with garden remnants. We cheated and used onions from the store, but the nearly gone to flower broccoli, a handful of halved brussel sprouts, slivered carrots, and slices of the outer 1/3 of the mondo zucchini tasted great with a little soy and sirachi sauce. We ate it cross-legged on the coffee table watching Hitchcock's Rear Window. I thought of it while writing the last post. He had to dig out an honest-to-God VCR -DCR to our niece who calls the new technology format deeveedeevees. He had to run down to WalMart for a replace mt cord since the plugs on The DVD player are different on the DVD end.

It was like date night back when we had no money and he would come over to my apartment with groceries and a tape he usually recorded off air. We would munch on something experimental, some good some inedible as we fast forwarded through those eighties used car pitch-men waving their arms comically at 16x.

Sometimes we watched the movie Sometimes we fooled around instead. We did a little of both tonight.

We almost got busted. Him with his pants down around his ankles, me with my lips down around the base of his shaft. Remaining fledgling returned to the nest earlier than expected. We hopped off to the bedroom and finished.

Lest I completely lose my readership here, I should mention that whilst riding him cowgirl-style, I pulled up and off, repositioned and wriggled back down onto him. It took him a little to register that he was snugged into my "Dark Passage" (I thought that maybe was a hitchcock film but I couldnt find a reference so maybe I made it up in my mind.)

You could see the look of recognition of the kink and his up thrusts from beneath were with the frenzy of the joy of the "new thing" or at least the "seldom offered" thing. I've been on a kick about that lately and it seemed I should share that with him. (Not sharing that I have BEEN on a butt-sex kick, but rather share some of said delight with him.)

Forth port of call....around the world tour.

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Third port of call....around the world tour.

When last we saw our slutty heroine she was about to wrap her healing lips around the young boys, nearly spent libido, bringing him to new heights...

I p-l-unged my face down impaling his cock to the back of my throat in one motion...he kind of folded up a little in my mouth...it felt great to take charge of his cock that way...I pulled up and then noticed the taste of latex and something else entirely unpleasant...spermicide I think...

Note to self: flavored condoms next time...

I grabbed the shirt tail of his wife beater and wrapped his stiffened cock in it and toweled off it as best I could...I could still taste it but it was better...a few slurpy mouth thrusts later I managed to drool enough to wash the spermacide off and get a nice dose of warm, slightly salty cock taste...

A shame I couldn't taste myself on it too..I always like that when I have hubby pull out and I lick it all clean...but wait? I smell a little pussy on him...

Note to self: warn him to shower me off his balls before his girlfriend gets home...

On the other hand I lavished a lot of attention on his balls to clean them pretty well and yep, that's definitely me...must have dribbed and drippled down his shaft...I WAS pretty well wet...getting there again giving head....(or he didn't wash after fucking his girlfriend but that's just gross to think about so we shan't think about that then.)

Note to self: Look up why giving head would possibly cause that reaction way down there?

So up and down up and down....a nice FIRM shaft again..clearly ready again...almost forgot the point and took this too far...although I thought I wonder how long before I could have him firm again if I did take a mouthful....balls tightening...better stop...so I did.

Youth has its advantages...I had thought him about late 20's early 30's he is 23, come to find out! (Gawp!) Seems wrong on a lot of levels.

I roll on a new condom and tell him to trade me places again...I scootch to the edge of the seat and present myself with my knees held high, lost the shoes at some point and see a small run starting (damn) where I snagged my stocking foot on something....

I guide the tip of his cock to my little pink rosebud...and....

Put of telling you of butt-fuckery until tommorow, or if you are really good, tonight,

Ass, Taking His.

I thought of the title like if it happened what would the labels for this post be?

His ass isn't entirely virgin mind you. His ass has fooled around like a nervous slut out on lovers lane in the dark probing around and deciding how far she will go...

He goes limp of body, but not of cock when it is probed with a tongue..

Usually that is accompanied by a past or fantasy tale of my (limited) experience and (growing) desires for probing a tight but willing, familiar to my fingers, but not as much to my tongue gentle configuration that I own but cannot reach.

I have done, "the shocker" mid fellatio, but its not much of a shock to have a finger gently inserted and curved up if you have been stroking his perineum and balls and circling his tight little pink rosebud with a fingertip.

I even once ruined a fairly fresh set of french tips deliberately trimming off the ends on my middle and index fingers in anticipation of finger fucking him, before he was even home from work. (This is some time ago when my only extra-marital kinks were online and a male friend confessed how much he loved when his girlfriend fingered his prostate and how he was embarrassed to ask for it. I fucked hubby that night in solidarity of my friends desire who got off repeatedly he told me later on the email I sent about it.)

So like I say, not a virgin, and potentially my husband could turn into a hot little anal slut...

Jumping that chasm though is daunting even when I have measured the distance and am sure of my footing on the other side.

I am going to try and find the picture I had saved then deleted when I chickened out showing it to him...following is the fantasy I had in the shower imagining how it would go...since it was fantasy I conveniently had a strap on and harness in the bedside table in easy reach when he was mentally and physically primed to accept the assault on his tight little ass. The fantasy from the shower:

~~~~~I emerged from the steam of the shower. I rubbed my smooth, bare body vigorously with the soft towel and wrapped it around me. I positioned it high, modestly covering my breasts, but letting my ceeks nearly extend below the hem...

Stealing his pillow and adding it to mind I propped myself on the bed positioning my ass towards the end of the bed. "Come here.." He eagerly did of course.

"I have a picture at the end of the slide show that made me want to try a position..Let me show you why its hot...put my legs over your shoulders, and look into my eyes...as you slowly enter me.."

His eager, rigid cock finds my slit and wet with fantasy, and a little soapy shower fingering (gonna regret that!) it slides right in.

"That's nice, but not what I had in mind." ......"Take my ass, gently but firmly...take your pleasure.."

Slack-jawed, eyes glazed he pulls his cock out of my wet cunt drippping with my desire....(Ok that sounded like pad romance novel..gotta clean up that line)

Pressing my resisting hole, he hesitates, I urge. "Take it!"

He eases it in. First the head, then a bit more, then at length, the whole length. Each gentle probe, I push back and envelope a little more, until it is snugly, firmly encased in my tight, gripping, slutty hole...

I like that word in this context..

He pulls back but not out...my grip holds and his 'assfucking' consists of my unyielding ass stroking the inside of his cock with the skin of his cock held in place in the tight walls of my tight ass...~~~~

~this portion of the fantasy I accomplished but not in this context..it was in the cheerleader babysitter fantasy where I had prepped her with a good tongue fucking and held her and reassured her as he eased his cock into her tight little untested asshole...he almost came immediately from the description more than the ass fuckery- I think~

~~~~ In fantasy I talked to him about how good it must feel to drive a hard cock into a tight ass, to take it to own it..to make it beg for more....

I paged through the pictures turning my head slightly to see the progress of the pics anticipating the final one..describing the scenes, what made it hot..the kinky thoughts it made me consider...

"I explained...isn't it anal play hot from this angle, looking into my eyes, seeing me fear then accept the pressure...?" gaining his assent....fingering my self, fast little circles on my clit...probing with a couple, licking off the cream..."I can't WAIT for my turn.." as I reach the final picture. "Trade me places.."~~~~

I gotta get a feel-doe ordered.

Jumped the Gun...

So, last night I was thinking about my upcoming date with  Mark. I was picturing entering the hotel room and dropping to my knees and making him for a minute or two forget all the others (apparently) that had come before me in strange hotel rooms. I don;t know why the though of fucking such a Man-Slut appeals to me but it does. The plan was to tell Hubby all the details about the date but wrap it in a fantasy about how I got picked up mistaken for a hooker in our hotel bar.

I led Hubby into the bedroom, closed the door behind us and before we made it to the bed had his belt and pant's undone and was pleased that he was fully erect before his shorts hit his ankles. I dropped to my knees and took him all in. (Hubby has to be wondering at this point what he did right to get such an insatiable cock-sucker for a wife lately and how he can do it again.)

"I was thinking.." I began huskily, the way I begin a lot of 'stories'..."Maybe I should fly up Friday with you so I can play a hooker in the hotel bar while you are stuck in your boring seminar...."

He stood stock still mesmerized more by the BJ than by the story so far...I was imagining Mark as the 'client' and proceeded to give him the blow-by-blow account of how this client engaged me for "full service" unprotected sex. (I can already tell you that Mark WILL taste like latex, because regardless of which way he fucks me there WILL be a condom..possible double bagged...but its fun to fantasize..)

Hubby actually got off twice during the very detailed story, and I am feeling pretty sated today with the memory of having all three openings violated by "the client" last night.

I should write it down the way I told Hubby and then compare it with the actual event after Friday. I wonder though if writing it down will make Friday happen closer to 'script' (Not necessarily a bad thing!) but would it seem rehearsed?