Lust Letter to My Wife

This is not a love letter. My love for you is the summation of a thousand words and actions that hopefully begin to express how much I deeply, truly love you.

No, this is a lust letter. An ode to the primal needs that I feel from being around you. To the powerful, biological desire that I have for you, my sexy wife, and your gorgeous body. As such, I will be blunt, crude even, with my words.

It starts with your hair. Yes, seriously, your thick unruly waves cascading across your back and shoulders are a turn on. Caveman like cavewoman long hair, even though I know better than to pull on it (but oh man the thought crosses my mind!). Of course, when you have it up and cascading down one side, exposing your long slender neck, I am fixated.

That long neck... I don't know what it is about it, maybe it's that I see you as prey and your neck as a large vulnerable area, an erogenous zone to submit you to my desire. Your skin is so smooth, so warm, and as my lips work over your skin I feel your hot breath in my ear, your desire echoing softly but clearly in my mind.

Your lips and mouth when they open up to accept my invitation to kiss deeply still makes my heart rate increase, a sign of more to come and excitement for making out. Slowing down as our hands explore each other, my hands running across your back over your t-shirt as our bodies press into each other. My hands run the length of the curve of your back as they explore down to your perfect, womanly hips, resting at the top of your lacy boyshorts. My hands tease along the outside of your ass, never quite grabbing but still copping a generous feel before I slide up your ribs.

I move to your perfect breasts, no longer able to resist feeling their heft, their weight, their jiggle. Your nipples react to my touch as they always do, soon little erasers of pleasure to tease through your shirt. Baby you have the perfect, most jaw dropping tits I've ever had the pleasure of seeing, much less holding; you recently re-measured as 32DD, if I recall correctly, and did not shrink when you lost weight to your chagrin (and my delight). They make me almost irrationally horny. I want to lick, suck, and fondle them, of course. I also want to tease them, twisting your brown nipples as I pull them away from your body until they snap back suddenly and following up with a stinging slap on your tits. I roll onto my back, pulling your crotch down on top of mine, your big brown nipples dangling into my mouth and areola raised and hot. As I suck on one, I play with the other, smacking it and groping at you roughly, my lust turning almost animalistic as we grind into each other, only the thin fabric of your panties and my boxers separating my throbbing cock from your hot pussy. Your grind your hips into me, trying to scratch an itch as my hand gropes your ass roughly.

I throw you onto your back and you instinctively spread your thighs wide for me, ready for me to take my prize. You know that I am hungry for your pussy. Not your vagina or your vulva, but your pussy. The pussy that I lick, the pussy that I finger, that pussy that I fuck, the pussy that soaks your panties when I play with your nipples. That fat pussy that gives you such an inviting camel toe when you wear your Nike shorts (or those amazing multi-colored, slightly too tight, look at my pussy lips shorts you have). Those juicy pink lips that you spread for me. Mmm... the way your spread your pussy for me drives me wild. You do it to expose your needy little clit, but the sight of you opening up your pink fuck hole for me is the hottest thing you can do. It's your submission, putting your pleasure completely in my hands and telling me how much you need me to please you. To take you.

But where were we? Oh right, this is the part where you say "take off my panties" and lift your hips in anticipation. And it's the part where I push you back down with a "not yet." Not yet because as cute as you look, tonight you are not cute. Tonight you are my vulnerable, sexy prey, and I'm going to play with my food.

I reach into the drawer and pull out our nipple clamps. They're at the widest setting, the usual for your sensitive nipples. I look you in the eyes as I slowly turn the knob tighter, your eyes widening in direct proportion to my turns. "Not too tight," you say, licking your lips nervously. I keep looking at you, my fingers idly twisting the knobs back and forth as I consider my answer. "Your safe word is 'dragon,'" I inform you, "do you know what a safe word is?"

"Yes," you curtly reply with some irritation in your eyes. "What are you do--"

"Tell me what a safe word is, my pet," I interrupt you. I see that you are somewhat angry, but the moment passes and you lean into the situation.

"A safe word is a word that I say that means that you stop, no questions asked and no hesitation, no matter what." Your look is challenging, as if daring me to disagree.

"That's exactly right, my pet," I continue with the nickname despite knowing you're not normally one for them. "If at any point in time you say 'dragon,' I stop immediately, no questions asked." I confirm your view of your safe word.

You relax at my confirmation that you will always have control. "And what's your safe word going to be? The same word?"

"I will not have a safe word because one will not be necessary," I quickly reject the premise. "Tonight, I am in control unless and until you say 'dragon.' If you are unable to speak for some reason, simply tap me three times quickly on the leg or arm and that will be your safe gesture, so to speak. Is that clear?"

"Why wouldn't I be able to speak? What are you planning on doing?"

"Remember, I love you. Your safe word is 'dragon' or three quick taps. For maximum fun, try not to use it." Before you can respond, I move in, grab the back of your neck, and kiss you hard. My body presses up against yours, bare chest on bare chest, as my other hand grabs your butt and pulls you in tight. I leave you no room to move or think as I press you back into the bed, my mouth now moving down to your nipples again, sucking each in turn to get them diamond hard. I pull off my boxer briefs, revealing my mostly hard cock. I've recently shaved, my balls are heavy, and there is a small dab of precum on the tip of my circumcised dick. You eye me nervously.

I slide my way up your body, finally kneeling near your head. It's clear what is next, so I simply say "open your mouth, my pet" as I massage your tits. You comply, your head turning sideways in anticipation. I push forward, but before I enter I reach down and smear my precum on your lips before pushing it slowly but firmly an inch into your mouth. I let your talented tongue swirl around the sensitive spot under the head as I attach a clamp to your right nipple first, then to the left. I slowly ease the pressure off of the clips, and as I release the final bit I push my cock further into your mouth, almost triggering your gag reflex as the clamps dig in. I feel your moan (of pleasure, pain, or likely both I cannot tell) through my member and the feeling is incredible.

You start hesitant, but that turns into defiance, as if you will not allow me to "break" you by calling out the safe word. My hand slides down your taut stomach, finally reaching the top of the pink lace of your boyshorts, the little spot I call the roller coaster where there is a tiny gap - about 1/4" wide - between the panties and your skin. It's one of my favorite spots on your body. Instead of plunging my hands in and providing you some release, I grab the edge of your panties. As I start to thrust in and out of your mouth, I start to gently pull on your panties. With my other hand, I reach down and pull slightly at the warm, soft skin at the edge of your gusset - that little spot between your thigh crease and your lips - giving you an obscene camel toe as your fat pussy lips seem to devour your panties.

"This pussy is mine, my pet," I tell you as my middle finger ever so delicately traces from your opening up to your clit and back down through your panties. "And tonight, you will address me as 'sir.' Do you understand?" I give a quick smack to your left inner thigh, startling you as I pull my cock out of your mouth for my reply.

"Yes, sir," you say looking up at me as my hand smacks my other thigh. I look down at you and admire you for almost a minute. Your hair is completely disheveled and wild. Your eyes are ever so slightly watery from having my cock fucking your mouth for the last few minutes. The nipple clamps make your eraser nipples look even larger and your tits are flush with excitement. Your legs splay open to grant access to your increasingly hot pussy. You are somehow thinner than before we got married and before you had two children and even more beautiful. You are simply gorgeous, and I am lucky to have someone as beautiful as you.

But tonight is not about admiration or beauty or love. This is pure lust. My eyes roam to your panties and the center of your sexual world. I see a damp spot already forming. My fingers continue to roughly knead your thighs and the area all around your pussy, never quite touching despite your increasingly needy hip thrusts seeking physical connection. Your panties are pulled up tight and present a mouth-watering camel toe (what an awkward name for something so sexy!) for my viewing pleasure, and I want to see more. I lean my head down until my mouth is kissing down from the top of your panties. I take in your scent, your musk, your lust. As I do, you notice my cock - which is dangling about a foot away from your head - start to throb with my heartbeat. I smell you again, this time with my face within an inch of where the zipper on your jeans ends - not quite down to your clit, and still several inches from my prize, but in your state from here your smell overwhelms my senses.

I feel mad with lust, almost unable to control myself. I am so close to my prey, but I am not done playing yet. I pull back, sitting up on my knees, still completely naked. The only sound is the ambient EDM/trance music and our moderately heavy breathing. Your chest heaves but you look confused and wonder what I will do next. I, on the other hand, know exactly what is coming.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and reach down to grab something unknown, quickly putting it under a nearby pillow. "What was that?" You ask.

"Come here, my pet. You've been bad, teasing me with that delicious pussy in those cute little panties. And your slutty little mouth was so eager to suck my cock. Bad girls get punished, and I'm going to punish your ass." I look away from you and wait patiently. After a few seconds of hearing nothing, I do not turn around but state firmly, "Don't make me ask again. Come and take your punishment, my slut."

"I thought I was your pet, not slut?"

"Bad girls are sluts. If you want to be my good girl - my pet - again, you need to earn it. Come you, my slut. You have a safe word, so I'm not asking again."

"Babe, what's gotten into you WHOA!" you yell as I grab your wrists in my hands and pull you harshly down across my lap. You are taken by surprise and fall across me before you can react, but you are already struggling. Because of that, my first swat caught your right ass cheek and right thigh, sliding off with little impact. The second spank, however, caught you square in your left cheek, causing you to yelp.

"I said you are to call me sir, and I told you to get across my lap!" I say sternly but calmly as my right hand continues to smack your butt. I start to work my smacks to the bottom of your butt, spanking upwards and causing your cute little butt to jiggle. Your camel toe is framed by your thighs and serves as the sexy bullseye in the middle of my spanks. You squirm for several seconds before giving in.

"Please, sir, please stop I'll be good, please stop it hurts!" You cry out. My hand rests on your butt, gently rubbing the now pink skin. I run my fingers all around the crotch of your panties, never quite touching but soothing the flesh (and edges of your pussy) just outside, occasionally giving your butt a playful slap as I explore. My other hand reaches up and slightly tugs at the chain between your nipple clamps, causing you to breath in sharply with a hiss.

I give you a quick, hard spank on each cheek. "Not good enough. How do you I know you'll be good? Or maybe I just want to spank you," I say, punctuating myself with two more spanks.

Before I can spank you again, you blurt out "I'll do whatever you want, please, sir, less spanking more cumming!" I pause and look down at you.

"Show me," I say. You start to reach for my dick but I slap your hand away and push you back down. "Show me you," I say. You reach for the waistband of your panties and try to push them down but I stop you. "Keep them on." You reach down to pull them to the side and then meekly expose part of your slit near the top, up by your clit. You and I both know that I love to see your spread, pink pussy, so I know you're teasing me by pretending that you don't know what I want. Good girl, I think.

I spank your ass, causing you to start. "Show me," I say again. You hesitate. I know why you are hesitating, but I want you to say it. "Show me, slut," I reiterate, again punctuating with a slap. You meekly reach back with your hands and spread your pussy lips again near the top, exposing your hard clit and filling the room with the scent of your lust. But I want more. "More," I say, and you hesitate again.

"I don't like when you can see my asshole, sir," you confirm what we both already know. I could spank your ass for disobedience, and you cover your ass with your hands in anticipation of just that.

"I know," I say, reaching under the pillow to get the hidden object, "so I came prepared. I suggest you get this wet because it's going in." I hold up a relatively modest sized buttplug with a green gem on the back up to your face. You look at the plug with hesitation when you feel me grab your left wrist and put it behind your back. I grab your other wrist and bind them together behind your back. I wrap your wrists firmly but gently with the bondage tape. I push the plug into your mouth as I use my other hand to crudely spread your pussy and ass cheeks, exposing your holes to my close up view and causing you to gasp. "The faster you get this wet, the less time I get to stare at your cute asshole," I say. "And it's really cute, but you know I'm a pussy guy so hurry up."

You begin to work the plug in your mouth, trying to lube it with your spit. I now use both hands to spread you open, your panties pushed to the side, and run a finger between your lips. "You're soaking wet, slut, you love being treated like this, don't you?" You nod and try to say something. I graze a single finger up and down your pussy, occasionally brushing your clit and causing you to flinch. I push my finger in only up to the first knuckle, your muscles squeezing and trying to pull me in further. After getting sufficiently lubed up, I take a taste of your nectar.

"Mmmm," I say, finally tasting you again. It's ambrosia, I could lick you up all day when you're this worked up and horny. I return my finger, and this time use the wetness to rub around your asshole, getting your rim nice and slick with your juices. I pull the plug out of your mouth and push the head against your asshole. You do not hesitate to push back so I just hold the plug and let you do all the work. You just out a sigh when it gets past the widest point and settles in between your cheeks fully inserted.

"Good girl, my pet," I say finally. "I think you deserve a reward. Do you know what good girls get?"

"They get to cum?" You reply hopefully.

"Yes, they get to cum, but only when I say. Do you understand?"

"I'll try," you say, "but I'm really worked up right now."

I pull you up by grabbing your shoulder and neck, hauling you up in front of me. Your hands are tied behind your back, your face and tits are flush, nipple clamps are chained together on your nipples, your panties are halfway pushed to the side, and your hair is a mess. Perfect. I grab wedgie (our triangle shaped pillow originally purchased for physical therapy) and place it on the bed, then tell you to kneel up next to it. You oblige and I do the obvious thing, pushing you over so that your ass up in, face down on a pillow, and I spread your knees. You are now completely helpless before me.

I lean in and you feel my hot breath on your thighs. I work my way up with a combination of kisses, licks, nipples, and sucking on your flesh. My hands reach up to spread you lewdly, the green gem just above your dripping pink cunt. Cunt. It's such a forbidden word, which adds to the sexual intensity when used at just the right moment. And it's the perfect word for what I am seeing right now - your fat lipped, pink, spread, dripping cunt is all that I want right now. I see the evidence of your arousal - the wetness triggered by your biological need to get fucked - pooling at your entrance and running down to your clit, hanging down slightly like a drop of dew.

I move in to finally get a taste of your from the source, kissing and making out with your pussy, my tongue forcing it's way in before I end by slowly sucking each of your pussy lips into my mouth to savor every drop of your honey. I spent the next ten minutes slowly devouring you, exploring, nibbling, sucking, tonguing, kissing, and bringing you to the brink of an orgasm, but never giving you the release you need. I gently tug on the buttplug, taking it to its widest point before slowly letting it go back in. I push two fingers into you and tease the rough feeling g-spot before pulling back out to lick the juices off my fingers. Your moans fill the room, your hisses of delight and disappointment denote the changes in my technique, and the wet sounds of my mouth on your pussy provide a raunchy soundtrack.

As you say "right there right there rightthere RIGHTTHERE!" as I suck and nibble on your clit, I pull back and you almost cry with disappointment. I again kneel by your head and ask you "do you want me to make you cum? Is that what you want?" I put a hand between your legs, teasing your gushing wet pussy by running my fingertip up and down between your lips.

"Please, sir, please make me cum, I've been so good, please!!!" You practically beg before looking at my cock and opening your mouth, anticipating that was what I wanted.

"A-ah-ah," I chide you, pulling back, "I want to hear you really say what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you, what you need me to do to you."

"I want you to eat my PUSSY, sir," you emphasize the word, knowing that I like dirty talk. "I want your mouth on my pussy, licking me, sucking on my clit, until I cum on your mouth," you continue.

"Good girl," I say as I rub my precum over your lips before pushing my cock an inch into your mouth. Your tongue instantly goes to work. "But look at you, begging to get your PUSSY licked and sucking my cock, you say you're a good girl but you're really BAD." I slap a hand down on your pussy with a firm smack, causing you to jolt. "Bad girls have cunts. Your cunt is dripping wet from acting like a slut for me, isn't it?" I ask, removing my dick from your mouth.

"Yes, sir," you say breathlessly.

"Then say it, my slut," I command.

"My cunt is dripping wet from acting like a slut and it needs to come so bad! Please eat my cunt, sir! Please make my slutty cunt cum on your mouth!" I waste no time getting back behind you and your dirty talk has me so worked up I immediately try to provide you the relief that you need. I push two fingers into your pussy, my mouth sucking on your clit and my other hand roughly massages your ass while also keeping your soaked panties out of the way.

"I'm so close, please lick my cunt please lick my cunt pleasepleasepleaseYES!" You scream as you finally get your release, and I never relent from my stimulation as you cum hard, bucking your hips and squeezing my fingers. I struggle to keep my face in contact with your clit, doing my best to keep up the stimulation until, after about 10 seconds of thrashing around, you loudly beg for me to stop. I pull back, pulling my fingers out of you but keeping my right hand on your upturned ass, keeping your panties pulled to the side to see the result of almost an hour of teasing. Your pussy is soaked along with one of your thighs (the other is largely blocked by panties), your entire organ is engorged and practically glowing, and your juices are about to drip out.