"Mmmmmm," I stretched as I woke happily naked in bed. The sun was just peeking over the mountains and the soft light shone through the bedroom window, bathing the room with a summer glow. I love this time of year when nights are warm enough that we can sleep with the windows open and smell the crispness of the early morning. Somewhere out there a lone meadowlark was welcoming the day with a cheerful song, accompanied by the coarse cry of a ring-neck rooster in the back field.
I stretched again and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My hands ran down to my bare breasts, giving each a soft squeeze and my nipples a quick pinch. Moving down across my tummy, I rubbed the inside of my thighs where they met my privates, and then gave a light scratch to the crinkly curls of my pubes. Mmm, need to trim and shave this before the party, I thought to myself. Ya never know....
I felt wonderful this morning. Today is a perfect day for our summer potluck barbecue.
I wish I remembered my dreams at night because last night's must have been a doozy. I could feel the wetness in my pussy and a nagging I-wanna-fuck-something tingle going on down there. No doubt it's because I haven't had a hard dick in me for over seven days. Not that I haven't had my share of orgasms from various dildos and vibrators, and best of all, my loving husband's magnificently talented tongue. But I craved his hard cock to fill my intimate void.
Okay, truth be told, I'd gladly take any hard cock to fuck me senseless right now, and then I'd have my husband, Rick, make love to me. He's truly a gifted lover. Oh, he fucks great, too, but the way he can put passion into it when he's loving me is beyond words. I never fail to have multiple orgasms when being fucked, but when he slows it down and devotes his passion to me, the orgasm is on another level. Simply indescribable. The difference between the climax from my husband's passionate worship and fucking anyone else is like the difference between shooting a bullet and throwing it.
But, as badly as I want my husband to fuck me like a rented whore until I scream in tongues, I need to stand by my decision. You see, I caught him breaking the rules the other day, and breaking the rules has consequences.
I rolled onto my side and spooned behind him, listening to his soft sleep. I draped an arm over and laid my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. Slowly I danced my fingers through his chest hair, playing with the thick curls just hinting of gray. I found a nipple and lightly caressed it with just the pad of my finger until it began to wake and stiffen. His breathing changed ever so slightly and his panty covered butt snuggled closer against my mons.
My hand glided down his torso, pausing here and there to caress warm flesh and combing through dark hair on his belly. Lower I traveled, up and across, and then down his hip, sliding to the inside of his thigh. My fingers were affectionately lollygagging along his thigh, over the top of the lace waistband, and down the other side. I drug my palm over the lump noting the silky softness of the material. Snaking my way inside his satin boyshorts I let my fingers trace the metal cage that incarcerated his penis, denying outside pleasureable influences.
Yes, I've had him wearing a cock cage for four days now, ever since I caught him masturbating to online porn. It's not the jerking off or the porn that bothers me at all, it's the fact that he did so without inviting me to join, almost like he was sneaking behind my back to do it. He knew I was home, upstairs, doing mundane domestic chores. It had already been three days since the last time we had been intimate, so I was already in the mood for some sexy play. He could have very easily called me to sit with him so we could enjoy it together. But he didn't, and now he's suffering the consequences.
Well, actually, we're both suffering; him just more than I. I'm still having marvelous orgasms from his tongue, and I make him sit and watch or help me bring myself off with our toys. But I sure do crave having something warm and fleshy inside me right now.
It was almost a week ago when I was just finishing up folding the laundry and I noted that I hadn't seen my husband in the last hour or so. I imagined he was down in his study tying flies, or working on another fly rod or something. It was just past noon, so I went down there to see if he'd like some lunch. Normally he would have lunch already made for us while I did the laundry, but he must be so engrossed in whatever project he's working on he lost track of time, I thought. Turns out he was engrossed alright, but in someone else's fly and rod of another sort.
As I was headed to his office I saw him sitting on the sofa in the den. The sofa is situated in such a way that its back faces the door, so while seated, you can't see who enters the room. I noticed he had earbuds in that were connected to his laptop, so obviously he didn't hear me enter the room. I stood quietly behind the sofa and was intrigued by what had captured his rapt attention.
On the screen was the image of a woman impaled on a large cock while she was looking off camera, seemingly at another person. In large bold font the caption on the screen read, "Is this what you wanted, honey? A large cock fucking your wife's cunt?" I felt a tingle down there.
I could tell by my husband's movements that he had his dick in his hand and was slowly massaging it. Another image appeared, this one showed a woman on her back, legs splayed, with creamy white cum oozing from her red and puffy freshly fucked pussy. The caption, "Okay, cucky, your turn. Clean me up and get me ready for the next one." Several more tingles.
The next portrayed a crossdresser and a woman kneeling in front of a man with a big soft cock. The woman had one hand on the base of the large member, the other hand on the back of the crossdresser's head. Overlaid on the image, "A sissy cuckold's job is to prepare his wife's boyfriend to give her what she craves." The next image was similar but the man was hard and with the words, "Here, sissy, instead of waiting to eat his cum from me, you can have it straight from the source." Holy shit. I involuntarily rubbed my thighs together.
There were images of men and crossdressers being pegged by women and fucked in the ass by men. Some had the woman present portraying the wife, others with just the man, with the captions intimating being fucked by a real man is the best way to feel like a complete girl. I noticed that my husband's flogging would increase appreciatively when images of a cuckold or crossdresser was eating a creampie or sucking a cock. By now I was pretty wet.
My husband clicked on the next image and a video started playing. In it a woman was on her hands and knees with a man beneath her in a 69 position. Behind the woman another man with a large thick cock (aren't they all in these movies) was fucking her mercilessly doggy-style. The man beneath was licking her clit, and occasionally the cock would slip out of her pussy and fuck the man's mouth for several strokes. My husband's ministrations increased noticeable and I now had my hand inside my panties rubbing my own clit. Gawd, I need his cock in me right now! I need to sit on his lap and ride him until we cum, I thought to myself.
But before I even finished that thought I watched as the cock on the screen pulled out of the woman's used pussy, followed by a sloppy trail of cum dripping straight into the open mouth of the man below, and simultaneously my husband shot his own load of cum into his free hand. He instantly brought that up to his mouth and sucked all the cum from his palm and fingers. Oh my fucking god, that was hot, I thought.
