Just to give you the background... sometimes what I want with my husband is roses, a candlelit meal, long, luxurious lavish love-making where we concentrate on each other in the moment. Where it's slow, sensual and spell-binding.
Sometimes, I want to tie him up, break out the riding crop or the flogger, until his skin is warmed and red, before I ride him until he squeals like a stuck pig as his cock can't handle my cunt around it - but only once he's satisfied me, of course.
And then there are the times I want him to pound me with his meaty cock, like a wanton whore, being the common fuckslut that I really am, and to use my body as a cum dumpster, shooting his load in whichever holes he happened to fuck me in. On a good day, he'll fuck me in multiple holes and leave me sweating and exhausted in a puddle of his cum.
This is the story of one of *those* days. Enjoy.
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It's early Saturday morning, sunrise peeking over the trees and into the bedroom, and my eyes flutter open. He's lying there next to me, naked, hair slightly ruffled and I just have a dreamy expression that this man is the one I get to spend my life with. He's cute, supportive, beautifully striking on the days I play with him as a boy-toy, and right now, I want a piece of him. You know which piece I mean, too.
I don't quite know how it works, which mood I'll be in or which mood he'll be in, but it worked out pretty good that both of us are pretty switchy.
I run a hand down his slight chest hair, and further, and I find that he's rock hard this morning. Must have had a good dream or two!
Running my hand up over his chest again, I quietly whisper, "Good morning, lover," and he broke into a broad grin.
"Hey beautiful."
"Someone's awake this morning."
"Mm, I had a good dream, you were in it."
"I was? Were you filling me with that monster cock of yours?" I asked, hopefully.
"As a matter of fact, I was." His voice lowered, huskier, deeper, throbbing ever so slightly. "I had all kinds of thoughts of what I wanted to do to you."
"Maybe you'd better come over here and do them." I paused, "And by them I mean me."
He didn't need much encouragement, rolling over to the side of the bed away from me to rummage in the toybox. I slipped my t-shirt off and tossed it to one side.
While he was doing that a very mischievous thought crossed my mind. There's a flavour of play we don't do very often but when we do, it can be quite fun to get into the role.
"Hey, daddy," I began.
There's a slight pause as this registers. "Well, princess, that's a little unexpected."
"Problem, daddy?"
"No, princess, just unexpected." He rummages some more in the toybox, "Princess, I think you should have your hair as pigtails today." With that, he hands me a couple of flowery hair-ties.
I smile, "Yes daddy!" It doesn't take me long to part my long blonde hair into two braids and tie them with the little flows, which gave 'Daddy' all the time he needed to find what he planned on playing with.
He turned to me, "Princess, Daddy has some things he needs your help with this morning." He gestured to his raging hard-on, "You can see that Daddy is pretty tense and needs your help with the tension."
"Sure thing, daddy! Where do you want to let the tension out?"
He pointed to my cunt. "Just there, Princess. It looks just the right size to help with this. But, I think you might need some help getting ready?"
I wasn't convinced... I was a bit damp already, more than enough for him to start thrusting into me without it being sore, but he seemed to have ideas, so I was more than happy to let him do his thing. It usually worked out.
"Daddy needs you not to watch what he's doing, he's feeling a little bit shy this morning." Shy, my ass. 'Daddy', you just want an excuse to blindfold me to encourage me to just feel you fuck me harder.
"Of course, daddy, I'll be good and keep my eyes shut for you!"
"I dunno, Princess, would you mind if I made sure?"
"OK, daddy, whatever you think is best." Oh fuck, yes, blindfold me, you know that is fun for both of us. Sure enough, he gets the white leather blindfold, sits it snugly over my face, buckles it up.