"Oh, damn, babe, that is so hot," Brad panted, his eyes fixed to the big-screen HDTV in their den. One arm was around his beautiful, nude wife, Cheryl, and his other hand was slowly stroking his erect cock.
"Mmmmm, it does look inviting," Cheryl said breathily, tugging on one nipple as she lazily traced wet circles around her clit.
They were seated on their large sofa, a towel spread underneath them on the cushions. It was "date night in" for the young couple. As these kinds of dates sometimes evolved, streaming content from Brad's laptop to the TV provided easy access to sexy vids and scenes they liked to watch as a prelude to their own couplings.
Even a "date night out" usually led to energetic sex after they returned to their apartment, but "date nights in" meant their planned dates could, from the very start, be focused on sex in ways that dinner at a restaurant and a movie afterwards never could.
For one thing, "date night in" could include a shared shower to start things off, each of them taking time to wash and fondle the other in all the right places and ways.
"I know you like that shot," Cheryl purred as she dropped her hand from her nipple and gently urged Brad's hand away from his erection so she could handle it. "You like to see a pretty woman naked with her legs spread as she plays with her pussy, don't you?"
Brad groaned his affirmation, enjoying both the question and the feel of Cheryl's fist wrapped around his throbbing shaft.
The video playing right now was a naked female, and Cheryl enjoyed seeing her husband's resulting sexual arousal. Their date night could just as easily include a video of a naked male, erect cock plainly visible as a young lady toyed with the throbbing shaft. In that case, it would've been Brad enjoying Cheryl's arousal, saying something like, "He has a nice, hard cock, don't you think, baby? You'd love to fondle his balls while you play with him just like she is, wouldn't you?"
In fact, Brad knew as well as Cheryl about spousal erotic hot buttons. He knew Cheryl liked seeing handsome, naked men with long, stiff dicks, liked seeing women play with those big cocks, liked seeing those dicks pop out of trousers and briefs. He knew what kinds of fantasies his wife liked to indulge: buffed, naked guys with firm, muscular butts, eager to bury their faces between a woman's legs, talented with their tongues on a woman's clit, and very, very good at providing a nice, hard, satisfying fuck.
And he worked at staying in shape — yes, for himself, but also so he could trigger his wife's fantasies by being her own personal, naked, stud with a nice, hard cock for her to play with.
They were both eager to have the other enjoy the visual stimulation of naked men and women, knowing it was only fantasy play meant to complement their lust for each other.
Cheryl adjusted herself next to him, reaching for the bottle of lotion they'd put on the end table, knowing it would be needed. She poured a little lotion into her palm, still eyeing the action on the screen so she could keep up her sexy, teasing commentary.
She knew he loved it!
Happy with the little intake of breath she elicited when the cool lotion made contact with Brad's hot cock, Cheryl tossed back a lock of her blonde hair from her eyes by flicking her neck in that way Brad found so charming and continued describing what they were watching. The added spin in her narrative was that she knew exactly what to say to push her man's private hot buttons as the visual images before them offered multiple launching points into fantasy scenarios that turned her husband on.
"You'd love to crouch down in front of her right now, wouldn't you, baby? You'd just love to make her stop frigging her clit so you could suck her fingers clean of her juices before you buried your tongue inside her pussy, isn't that right?"
While Brad's groan of assent turned her on incredibly, what she'd just described for him turned Cheryl on, too — she was imagining him doing exactly that to her.
In fact, she'd demand it in a few minutes when they rushed to the bedroom to fuck.
"Oh, you would suck her clit so good that she'd come really, really hard for you."
Brad didn't have to say anything with words. His labored breathing and the steel-hard erection in her hand gave Cheryl the answer.
The young beauty in the solo masturbation scene was reaching for a dildo.
"She's going to fuck herself with that dildo, Brad. I bet you'd like to slick it up first, to get it nice and wet for her. Then you'd ease it into her wet pussy while you sucked on her clit. Just imagine her hard, throbbing clit under your tongue. Wouldn't that be exciting? Wouldn't you just love to hear her moan in excitement because you're working her over with your tongue and mouth?"
"Jeez, Cheryl, you know what you're doing to me with your nasty talk."
She stopped stroking his cock abruptly. Facing and straddling him, she raised herself up on her knees to hover momentarily, positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy in exactly the right way. Then she slid down the length of him quickly as she gazed deeply into his brown eyes.
God, she loved the way he filled her up!
"Don't come, Brad," she warned. "I wanna fuck you good before you pump your hot cum inside me," Cheryl said, grinding her pussy onto his lap and then immediately sealing her mouth against his, exploring for his tongue with her own.
Slowing her motions on him to help him control himself, she broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "What is she doing now? Tell me."
"When you make me talk about it, babe, you know that gets us both really close-"
"And there's something wrong with that?" she interrupted, beginning a very slow grind around his stiff dick as it impaled her.
Brad smiled at her then placed one hand on the back of her head to urge her mouth again to his. He french kissed her deeply in that sexy, great-kisser technique of his that never failed to rev her up several notches from wherever she was at the moment. Cheryl tilted her pelvis forward, trying to get additional stimulation on her clit.
"You know what she's doing, Cheryl," Brad said, breaking the kiss and watching the screen over his wife's shoulder. "She's sliding that dildo into her pussy." He cupped his wife's cheeks with his strong hands and urged her forward in order to help her find the best position to squirm against him for maximum clitoral stimulation. "Man, she is wet. You can see the dildo gleam with the wetness of her juices."
Cheryl enjoyed Brad's nasty talk, too. She nibbled his ear after whispering, "Keep talking, babe. I love your sexy voice."
"Now she's stroking her clit with one hand while she pumps that dildo in and out of her pussy with the other," he continued. "Her nipples are rock hard and her crotch is soaked and extra pink. She is really turned on by whatever she's thinking, and it's making her fuck herself good with her toy."
Cheryl's actions on Brad's cock were becoming more urgent.
"She's thinking how good it would feel to have her man's hard dick pumping inside her while she plays with her clit. That's what's she thinking, Brad."
They both knew what Cheryl was really saying:
That's exactly what I want!
"Mmmm," was the only thing Brad could manage in reply. Cheryl leaned back and arched her tits forward. The action wasn't a request. It was a demand.
Her hard nipples were aching, and Brad knew just what to do.
"Oh, god!" Cheryl squealed. Knowing what was coming didn't diminish even a tiny bit the shocking pleasure of his mouth sealing around one breast followed immediately by the feel of his tongue pushing her erect nipple hard up against the back of his front teeth. Brad wasn't biting her nipple, but it was close enough in a way that threatened the delicious pain without causing any.
Brad knew better than to prolong the intensity of sucking and play-biting her nipple like that. It always made her come so quickly when he did it at the same time he was fucking her.
Then,
What the fuck
, he thought.
Cheryl was a true artist with multiple orgasms.
He thrust up inside her and trapped her nipple between his tongue and his teeth. Then he really went to town on the pussy-nipple combination he knew would send her over the edge.
It took all of fifteen seconds.
Cheryl's shriek was clamped down as much as she could manage, but Brad still worried the noise would wake the neighbor's baby that was surely asleep by now in the apartment underneath.
He raised Cheryl up a bit, his grip still firm on her bottom, and readjusted things. Her cum was leaking out of her very slippery pussy, and he needed to reposition his cock after the three strong spasms around it that came with his wife's orgasm.
His eyes refocused on the screen as Cheryl's head rested against his chest. She would need a minute to recover.
The girl in the video had reached for a butt plug.
He watched her lube it up. The dildo was still in her pussy, trapped with the heel of one foot nudged up against it in her splayed-open position.
The plug was fairly slender, but it was at least five inches long.
Cheryl was stirring against his chest.
"She's lubing her butt plug," he whispered.
Craning her neck around to see the screen, Cheryl said, "You're gonna like seeing that, aren't you?"
He only grinned, eyes still on the screen.
"I know how much you love seeing a pretty woman's cute little asshole," she said, nuzzling his neck. "Isn't that right?"
Releasing her bottom and settling her comfortably down onto his thighs, he made the only appropriate response: "Guilty as charged, ma'am."
"It's okay — I'm gonna watch, too," Cheryl said, sliding off him and happy to see she had managed an intense orgasm on her husband's erection while he had somehow delayed his own. Brad's gorgeous hard cock was still at maximum stiffness. "No need for lotion now," she said, grabbing his throbbing penis.
Video girl rolled over, dildo still buried in her pussy, and raised up slightly on her knees, arching her back. She brought her ass up and open to the camera's voyeuristic eye.
"Mmmm," Cheryl said, purposefully playing to her husband's proclivity for seeing pretty, naked female asses, "she has a pretty asshole, doesn't she?"
Indeed, the girl in the video
did
have a beautiful, crinkled opening. It was a fetching sight on the big screen, in full color. She had removed every trace of hair, and her pink portal was framed by lovely firm asscheeks.
