Chapter 1. Being Honest
I woke early and hubby had left for work and the kids had left for school. One of the rare times I was left home alone. As I lay in bed I thought about that Inn on the coast of Oregon. Ahh, that Inn. I had stayed there for a week with an ex boyfriend years before. He was my first love. He was buff. Sexy. Dominant. And he knew how to satisfy me. As I lay there on my back, I moved my fingers down to my inner thighs and slowly under my panties. I could already feel wetness just at the thought of the inn.
There were several memories to choose from, but on this morning I decided to think about my favorite: this first night we arrived. We had gone out to dinner at a restaurant for some light appetizers, and then crossed the street to a local pub. We drank margaritas, my favorite drink back then, and before we knew it the pub had transformed into a dance club, as was common on Saturday nights.
We hit the dance floor. Most of that part of the night is hazy, but I do recall him dancing very close behind me. I remember feeling his dick against my ass through my little skirt bulging through his jeans. I remember wanting to stop dancing and head back to the inn because my feet were so sore from my heels, and also because of how horny he made me. How sexy he made me feel.
Back in my bedroom: As I thought about this, I began rubbing my clit slowly. I could feel my wetness running down my thighs.
When we got back to the inn we drunkenly walked up to our room and closed the door. We had never actually had sex together and my heart was racing. The first thing I wanted to do was to get those damn heels off. Before I had even dropped my purse he came up behind me, and gently started kissing my neck. At the same time, his hand went up my skirt and on top of my wet panties. He slid his fingers under them, and slowly entered me. First with one, and soon two. As he moved his fingers up and down I stood there moaning as he continued kissing my neck. He whispered into my ear:
"Bend over."
I quickly and happily obeyed. I placed my hands on top of the bed. He lifted my skirt and I moaned. I looked back and saw him take off his shirt and his jeans. He was very muscular. I couldn't see his dick but I could see its massive bulge through his briefs. His hands were all over my ass and I purposely raised it in the air. In a low whisper I said, "Put it in."
Before I could get ready, he dropped his briefs, grabbed my hips and, pushed his thick dick into me. I was very wet, but he still had to push it slowly, as it was the thickest I had ever had. I had no idea what I big dick felt like, and it was one of the best feelings. I felt taken. He pushed my hips into him and when he had fully entered me he reached and gently grabbed my hair and started to thrust hard into me. I could even feel his balls as he pounded me. I could hear him grunting. I glanced behind me and could see his strong arm grabbing my ass. His tone, tanned skin was getting sweaty.
As I recalled this memory, I grabbed my dildo I had brought to the bed and gently inserted it into my vagina. It was easily twice, if not three times, the thickness of my hubby. And it felt incredible.
As he pounded into me I felt slight pain, but everything felt so good I didn't care. As he continued grunting, I began moaning hard.
He said, "You want it harder?" That was the only thing he would say. I screamed, "YES, fuck me!" I had never said anything like that during sex. Suddenly, he slapped my ass twice, and then grabbed my hips and pushed into my harder than before, and let out a big moan as he came inside of me. I fell flat onto the bed, exhausted. I could feel his cum dripping onto my leg.
Now THAT was good sex. It was that random morning that I realized I needed to be honest with myself.
Chapter 2: The Three Week Rule
"Hurry and finish."
That seemed to be the most common thing I said to hubby during sex for the last few years. Sex was never that good, especially compared to my ex boyfriends, but after our third child was born, it seemed more boring than ever. I love him more than anything, and he still turns me on, but the fact is that I prefer my toys and his tongue over his small, thin dick any day of the week. It took me awhile to come to this conclusion. I was never this superficial. I don't know if it's because if years without good sex, or the fact that his little dick didn't cut it (especially after three children!), but something had to change.
I decided that I wanted my pleasure to come first. Fortunately, this turned hubby on. I had teased him before about his size, and a few times during sex I'd talked about past experiences. I realized that it actually made him hard. I decided to use this to my advantage, and it has paid off immensely.
My mother took the kids for the weekend and I decided to take hubby out to dinner for his birthday. I wore a low cut shirt, dress and heels. I decided this would be the night to set some new ground rules. As we were getting into the car to head to dinner, he said,
"You look so sexy. Someone is getting lucky tonight."
"Don't be so sure, darling."
We had a nice dinner, and when we returned home we opened a bottle of wine and put on some music. I wanted to feel a little tipsy before I broke the news. We talked, and danced a little in the living room, and I was sure unbutton the top of my dress to give him a tease. He's always loved my breasts. May not be as firm as they once were, but they still do the trick. I could already tell his little dick was hard. Getting him turned on was making me wet.
"Let's go upstairs," I said.
We practically ran into our bedroom and he immediately started to take off his clothes. He was down to his boxers, and noticed I hadn't undressed. I was watching him.
"Don't stop for me, keep going!" I laughed.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?"
"Maybe. I want you to go down on my first." I was feeling nice and drunk. I lay on the bed onto my back and lifted my dress. "I want to feel your tongue."
He didn't hesitate. He crawled onto the bed and placed his head between my lefts. He kissed the inside of my thighs and gently pulled my panties down, which were very wet at this point. I started to moan as I felt his tongue slowly rub the top of my vagina. I placed my hand onto his head and gently rubbed my fingers through my hair, still moaning. I pushed his head forward. He knew what this meant, and immediately his tongue found my clit. I loved the feeling of his tongue around my vagina. I was obviously very clear, but I hadn't shaved for several weeks. I did trim, but I'd stopped maintaining a bald look. Something about having hair made me feel more empowered in the relationship. I wrapped spread my legs as he licked my clit faster, my breathe getting heavier. As I got closer to climaxing I rested my feet onto his back.
