What an absolutely glorious afternoon I had this afternoon. After I finished writing some erotica (which ALWAYS gets me HOT), I went into my bedroom to make love to myself. Even though I closed the jewel-toned curtains imported from India and woven with gold thread, just enough sun shone through them to throw a soft light in the room. I was so eager to feel the flush of my orgasm that I took off only my workout shoes and socks and shorts. I still had my workout top on and loose fitting tank top on when I lay down on the taupe dupioni silk bedcover. At first I thought I would cover myself with a blanket to protect my precious juices from the drying breeze of the fan circulating overhead. But as my hand pressed against my clitoris and started working its magic, I realized I wanted to see myself: my body from the waist down and my hand getting lost in between the mound at the top of my legs. It was so much better: so much more stimulating to see my hand move up and down between my lips. I lifted my breasts out of my lycra top and they were held in place, pushed up by the elastic in the workout bra. I grabbed a couple of Oxo chip clips I keep in the draw beside the bed and positioned them so they were secure on my nipples. So now I had a nice view and some nipple stimulation. I got to work making myself come. I came fairly quickly because I had worked myself up with my erotic writings earlier.
It was a blissful come and I was about to settle in to come some more when I heard my husband coming down from his office upstairs. I didn't feel like interacting and hoped he would just pass by me and let me get back to the business of taking care of myself. I took off the nipple clamps and covered myself with the blanket. But when he walked into the room, he came over to where I was lying. He got on the bed and spread out next to me and kissed me. As he moved his hands under me, he felt the clips and said "I see you've been playing with yourself." He peeled my lycra top up over my shoulders and head and came back to kissing me. After long and passionate kisses, he took my nipples between his fingers and began to do to them what the clamps could only come close to doing...this was interactive. As I squirmed beneath his kissing and squeezing, I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter. I reached over and felt his hard cock bulging, waiting for the inevitable...that we would fuck. He lowered himself onto me and penetrated me...by this time I was writhing and moaning. Oh God it felt good. We continued making love, both enjoying it. I made him take his cock out of my pussy so I could put it in my mouth and suck my juices off it. I got hotter and wetter as I tasted myself on his cock and smelled and licked myself all over his shaft. I felt his head at the back of my mouth and let it slide a little deeper down my throat with each push. Even though it felt good, we decided to go back to plain old fucking. Still...something was missing. I NEEDED to come. I needed to feel that intensity...some anticipation that was lacking with the traditional positions. I asked him if he would fuck me in the ass. If he would take his bulging penis and slide it into the last remaining hole that had been neglected...until now. "So you want it in the ass? Slide up this way then." And he slid my hips up higher to get a better angle and as we faced each other, he placed his engorged head at my opening and pushed. Not too hard, not too soft. Just enough to penetrate the powerful muscle that is meant to keep a secure barrier between releasing its load prematurely and preventing unwanted intrusions. But this was a wanted intrusion...so I relaxed my sphincter a little and let him slide in. I could feel the pressure of his penis as it moved further up my anus. And as he went deeper inside, I could feel his shaft become more and more engorged. Oh, it felt sooo good. I couldn't stop myself from writhing up and down on his cock as he moved faster and faster in my ass. "I'm going to come in your ass. Do you want me to come in your ass?" Normally I would have said no but he had caught me at a weak moment: I would have said yes to anything right then. Once before he had come in my ass and I was pretty uncomfortable afterwards. But he had caught me at a time when all I wanted to do was say, "Yes. Come in me. Come in my ass..." I pressed my hand firmly against my clit and rubbed it...up and down until I could feel him become so engorged I knew he was about to come. I let go and allowed myself to feel it. All of it. All of the sensations: the sights, the sounds, the tastes, the smells, and the touch. The sensation of his engorged penis in my throbbing ass and my hand on my clit...and...I... came......ahhhhh.....ahhhhhhhh.......ahhhhhhh.......AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
And it was done. And it was good. But I wanted more, greedy lover that I am....so I told him to not move. "Don't take it out. Leave it in for just a little longer." And I made myself come again...and again...and again. I had hit the sweet spot where multiple orgasms flowed...like waves breaking on the shore...one after the other...without hesitation, without thinking...just coming.
I was sorry it had to end, but I had lost him...his mind had already began to wander elsewhere, taking his body with it...until the next time.
