We have been married for four years, but my husband still drives me sexually insane.
Just the thought of him is enough to make my pussy gush with juices.
My husband has always been the dominant one in our relationship, but he loves me a lot and likes to spoil me. Outside of the bedroom, he respects my decisions but still has a very domineering personality. Inside the bedroom, I am his submissive slut and fuck toy. For him to use and pleasure.
Since it was a very busy and stressful week for him at work, we haven't had sex all week. I was like a bitch on heat; I wanted my husband so badly.
I reached home from work and checked the time - 5.30pm. My husband should be home soon. Suddenly, I had this wicked idea. I went up to our bedroom and stripped all my clothes. At 28, and by going to the gym regularly, I had a hot body: C cup breasts that don't sag, topped with a tight ass and a flat stomach.
I laid down in be with my legs spread and started touching myself. I was nearly dripping, and was surprised at how wet I was already. I swirled two fingers around my clit and moaned. Gosh, that felt good! I slipped one finger into my pussy, and my other hand rubbed my clit. It felt so good. I quickly added another finger. At this point, I nearly came. But I did not want to displease my husband that much, so I slowed down my thrusting, and tried to keep my hips from moving too much.
My other hand went from my clit to my nipples, to calm my excitement. That didn't work well, because I have incredibly sensitive nipples. I pinched and rubbed my nipples one by one, and moaned again because the sensations were nearly too much to bear.
At this point, my husband walked in the bed room. I knew he would be furious as I'm not allowed to cum or touch myself without permission. That was the whole plan!
His presence made me hornier so I started thrusting faster and bringing my hips to meet my fingers. I saw my husbands facial expression change from shocked to angry.
"Babygirl," he said, trying to keep his calm, "you know you're not supposed to touch yourself without my permission." His voice getting angrier and angrier.
I whimpered, and stopped moving my fingers, but kept my hands at my pussy and nipples. "But dadddyy, I didn't make myself cum."
Daddy began to slowly take off his work clothes, leaving just his boxers on, and I got wetter looking at his sexy ass and body. He came to me holding his tie. "Hold your hands out." Deftly, he bound my wrists.
Sitting down on the bed, he said, "Over my knees, now."
Damn, my daddy was so sexy when he was angry!
