From the beginning of our relationship, my wife Stacy has been the dominant partner in our relationship, especially with regard to our sex life. We have had traditional intercourse only once during our seven year marriage and it was a disaster like my three previous experiences. Since then she has refused to try again, insisting on oral sex.
As I lay in bed one night, Stacy walked into the room completely naked. She is a very beautiful woman, long brown hair, a tight little body with a flat tummy. She carries a C-cup on her 5’4” frame and keeps her pussy shaved to a narrow strip.
Stacy approached the bed and stood right by my pillow, her pussy at my eye level. “Todd, I’m horny tonight.” Was all she said before she reached down and rolled me onto my back. She straddled my face and grabbed the head board while facing the wall. I knew what to do, lapping at her pussy from hole to clit. All I could see was her little strip of pubic hair, her tummy and the bottoms of her tits. In a short time she pushed her pussy down and began to grind her hips onto my face. As I gasped for air, she ground her clit across my nose while I tickled her butt with my tongue.
Out of no where, she pulled her body off of me and gazed down between her tits. She waited until I had caught my breath before dropping her pussy down onto my mouth. Her clit caught between my lips, sucking and gently biting it just the way she likes it. The pressure she applied to my face increased, her breathing became more labored and I felt her sweat dripping down upon me. Her body quaked as she came, still grinding down on my mouth. As her orgasm passed, she lifted her body up and fell off me and was fast asleep leaving me to relieve myself.
Slipping of bed, not wanting to disturb her, I went to the living room. Turned on a table lamp and caught my reflection in the china cabinet mirror. Standing up straight and gazing into the mirror, at 5’6 at 130 pounds, I am small for a man. My brown hair is collar length, sparse facial hair which only needs to be shaved twice a week. I ran for the track team in school and still run to this day, keeping myself in good shape.
I quickly discarded my red thong. Stacy despises briefs and boxers. Even before we were married, all of my shorts were replaced with bright colored, stretchy thongs.
Laying down on the couch as I sucked on my finger. Imagining I am giving a blow job to an anonymous cock. My homosexual fantasies began my sophomore year in high school after bending to pick up my towel in the locker room and bumping a friends cock with my cheek.
Dragging my wet digit down my hairless chest, my flat stomach and finally between my legs. As I make contact with my little brown hole, I cannot help but flinch. Lightly tapping the tight muscle, the feeling never fails to drive me crazy with desire. Applying pressure until my butt accepts my fingertip. Slowly at first I drive my finger in and out of my butt. Squeezing my finger tightly as I increase the pace, all the while fantasizing about a hard cock stretching my tight little hole.
Wrapping my index finger and thumb around my cock, I eagerly jack myself off. I pause occasionally to pinch my nipples, but never stop sliding my finger in and out of my butt.
I heard my wife clear her throat and slowly opened my eyes. I am paniced and don’t know what to do, I freeze with my finger in my butt and precum leaking over my knuckles. How long had she been there? What did she see me do?
I stuttered something as she walked toward me. She looked down, nodded and said “Don’t stop now.” Feeling so humiliated and not knowing what else to do, I slowly started jacking myself off again. She sat between my spread legs and rolled her fingertip of the head of my leaking cock. She traced my lips with her precum covered finger and told me to get my other hand busy.
Embarrassed beyond belief, I began to fuck my butt once again. She kept coating her finger in my precum and applying it to my lips. She watched closely as my finger slipped in and out of my butt. A look of pure lust covered her face. She began to ask questions in a very seductive voice, “Does that feel good?”
No longer embarrassed, only horny, “Yes, very good.”.
