- A sweet gift for my husband – 01
- A sweet gift for my husband – 02
Brad moaned in frustration and once again began assaulting my now aching, but very happy pussy. A glance in the mirror told me he was getting closer than I was. His eyes were shut and there was a strained expression on his face as he fought to let me win the race. I pinched my nipple and twisted it, hoping the jolt of pain would send me over the edge, but it only brought me a little closer.
“Oh,” I moaned, “So close. ” I knew either I would have to slow him down, or let him cum first, unless…I thought for a split second then smiled between my yelps. Why not? It was Valentine ‘s Day and what better way to say Happy Valentines than…
“Fuck my ass!”
“F…fuck your?”
“You fucking deaf? I said fuck my ass, make me cum with your fucking cock in my tight little ass!”
Brad’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas and withdrawing from my pussy, he pressed his dripping cockhead against my rosebud. He slowly pushed the head into me and I winced at the pain of his large purple head opening my ass. I hadn’t let him have it in months and moaned as he eased into me. My fingers had slowed on my clit and taking a deep breath, I turned him loose.
“Don’t tease me, fuck me! Make me squeal like the pig I am!”
I started to say something else, but what came out was a long loud high pitched wail as he shoved the full length of his cock inside my ass. I screamed in pain, laced with pleasure at the exquisite fiery pain as his cock forced my ass wide to take his thick cock. He began fucking me slowly and I squealed, “Take it, take my ass show me how a man takes his woman!”
He paused then began tearing into my ass as hard as he had my pussy. My mouth was wide open and I was emitting a continuous high pitched squeal as he sodomized me. My fingers danced across my clit and I felt the orgasm already racing through my body.
“Harder! Harder!” I urged him on in a high pitched voice.
Brad grabbed my hair and yanked my head back hard enough to cause a wave of pain through my scalp. As he drove his cock to the hilt in my ass I released an animal like howl and went off like a rocket. My ass contracted so tightly around his cock I heard him gasp. But he continued fucking me even as my ass fought to keep him inside. His slamming back hurt more with my muscles convulsing and I howled again and again as my pain and pleasure wracked my body bucked wildly. He grabbed both my shoulders to hold me still and I screamed his name repeatedly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me.
Brad was beginning to whimper like a child as he still fought not to cum. As the fading orgasm caused my ass to twitch around his cock once more, I moaned, “Go ahead, cum for me, baby, but not in my ass!”
I squealed as loud as my now raw throat would let me when Brad pushed me flat on the bed and gave my ass several savage pumps that caused me to bounce up and down on the bed beneath him. With a low sound that was close to a growl, Brad pulled his cock from my ass and as I asked squeezed the base in his fist, holding it back.
Forcing myself to move, I rolled over onto my back and grabbed the glass from the night stand and held it in front of him, “Spill a drop and you’ll lick it up.” I told him; “I have plans for a very special toast.”
Brad released his cock and I watched a stream of cum splash against the side of the glass and ooze down to join the white contents of his previous load. I admired the muscles in his forearm and how good his large head looked on his thick cock as he jacked it off into the glass. Despite it being his second load his large heavy balls had manufactured another impressive amount of cum and I smiled at the amount now in the glass.
He wrung the last few drops onto the side of the glass and as it slid down. I decided to give him a thrill and brought it to my lips, titled it and took a tiny sip. I lifted my head to show him his cum smeared across my lips. I licked my lips and made a show of playing with it; sliding it around my lips before slurping it into my mouth and swallowing it.
“Damn.” He sighed as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed.
I swung my legs off the bed to sit next to him and holding the cup in my lap said, “Wow, sweet roses and one hell of a nasty fuck. Who says you can’t have the best of both worlds?”
“Most married women.” He laughed.
“I’m not most married women, baby.”
“No, Dona, you’re not.”
He gave me a rare sweet smile and leaning over gave me a soft kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
I returned the kiss and giggled like a school girl, “Aww, how sweet!”
“Once in a while.” He snapped his fingers, “Seeing we started right off I didn’t tell you about your present.”
“I got it.” I lifted my ass off the bed and winced as I rubbed it. “It was delivered in the rear.”
He laughed, “No, a real one. I know someone at Blue Grotto and got us reservations for eight.”
“Are you kidding?” My eyes widened, “On Valentine’s day?”
“They owed me money. I told them to get me in and call it even.” He grinned “I brought a change of clothes so I figure I’ll hop in the shower and you can get dressed up nice and we’ll head out.” He frowned, “Oh, that is if you weren’t doing anything with…”
“No worries.” I waved my hand. “I’m all yours!”
“Great.” He stood up and offered his hand, “Looks like you could use another shower.”
“You go ahead and I’ll catch up in a couple of minutes.”
“I can wait if…”
“I need a couple of minutes.” I winked, “You know.”
“Damn.” He laughed, “You know it’s amazing what you can get used to. I swear I forget about him sometimes.”
“Trust me, I do too.” I said with a nasty smile. But it is a holiday so go on ahead.”
“Okay.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and as he walked around the bed waved towards the nightstand, “Nice roses.”
Sitting there on the bed I sighed contentedly. My nipples were aching, my ass was burning and my pussy was moist and satisfied. Exactly what I had looked forward to all day. Staring down at the glass, I called out, “You can come out now.”
I looked up at the familiar creak of the closet door as it swung all the way open. Ben came crawling out on his hands and knees and as he had been taught, remained there staring down at the floor.
“You can come here.”
Lifting his head he crawled across the floor towards me and I shook my head at his naked body. Skinny, already balding and worst of all; that small little dick-I couldn’t bring myself to call it a cock, pointing down at the floor. When he crawled up between my legs, he lowered his head and kissed the top of each of my feet.
“So, Ben, did you like that? You like watching Brad fuck me like a real man.”
“I…I like seeing you happy, my love.” He replied; his head still down.
“Sit up and look at me.”
He obediently sat back on his knees and looked up at me, his hands on his scrawny thighs. I stared down at him and let my gaze fall on his small twitching dick, sighed, “I really don’t know what I was thinking. Oh, that’s right; you make a lot of money!”
“To take care of you my love.”
“Good answer.” I nodded. “But you didn’t answer my first question; you like watching Brad fuck me?”
“Yes my love.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you need a real man and I can’t satisfy you.”
“Not with that sorry little thing. But you make up for it by letting me have my fun.” I reached out and took his chin in my hand. “But tell me, besides that I like it, you like him fucking me?”
“Y…yes.”
“I know you do. You love watching me be taken don’t you? Wishing it was your pathetic little dick in my mouth.” I giggled, “The last time I tried to be nice and blow you I think you were cumming before you got in my mouth. Hmm, that was what two three years ago? Well, you can’t say I never try.”
“You did and I…I failed you.”
“As usual. Brad really gave it to me good tonight didn’t he? Made me scream and cum twice for him. Took all your wife’s holes just the way I needed them.”
“He always takes care of you.” Ben said softly, his watery blue eyes fixed on my pussy.
“He does.” I agreed. “He’s been fucking me for years. Long before I met you and I’m glad you knew better than to try to make me give him up.”
“I know you need more than I can give.”
“That’s because I need something for Christ’s sake. After him I doubt that little thing could tickle my pussy.”
‘Sorry my love.”
“Don’t be. I’d rather have him anyway.” I smiled down at him, “So Ben, were you playing with your little dick while you watched?”
“Y…yes.” He said nervously.
“You get hard? Well. As hard as you can get?”
“Yes my love I…I like watching you satisfied.”
“You didn’t come, did you?”
“No!” he shook his head vigorously. “You tell me not to.”
“That’s right.” I gave him a nasty smirk, “And what happened the last time you came without my permission?”
Lowering his eyes he whispered, “I got the strap on.”
“Yes you did because you were bad.” I let him think about it for a minute until I saw his eyes glanced nervously at the drawer where I kept my toys.
“But tonight you were a good boy!” I told him, smiling. “Those roses are beautiful!”