Owing to some obligations, we had a break of like 8 days between major romps, which is long for us now. It used to be 2 week gaps were common, owing mainly to morning responsibilities like kids’ sports, etc. You can’t stay up screwing until 4am and get your child up at 6am, serve a fortifying breakfast, and get to some distant suburb for a soccer game at 8am. Covid of course has shut a lot of that down but also the soccer games tend to be at more like noon these days. Maybe that’s just the age of the kid … do they make younger kids get up earlier?
Anyway, I think I have mentioned before that having a longer time in between can cause the steam pressure to build, at least in me. So it can be good. We did about 25mg (her) and 18mg (me), again in more or less 2/3 indica, 1/3 sativa. I did have a few moments of anxiety and negative thoughts, but really only a few. And I still think the edginess can also lead to bigger moments, you know, if everything is smooth you don’t necessarily reach the highest highs, either. Suffice to say, we set the world on fire.
Earlier in the day, in the kitchen, she flashed her tits at me and cupped them with her hands, squeezing them together and pointing her nipples at me. What a dirty hotwife I have–I loved it and promised not to molest her when she does that, if she would keep it up.
Later, my beautiful, sexy wife put on a very hot unlined lace teddy … her nipples just barely showing over the top of the cups, and high cut in the back leaving her perfect ass wonderfully displayed (have I mentioned that she has the hottest little ass I have ever seen?). She looked so good. Incredible. I was completely smitten (I mean, by now you know I already am, but isn’t it awesome to be reminded–for it to hit you so hard you feel it again, even though you’ve been with her all day? When it turns out she can turn the sexiness up from stratospheric to astral levels?).
I don’t remember a lot of details so I won’t be able to write up a hot play by play here. What I can tell you is it was our best sex ever. We didn’t want to stay up too late, but we were able to start a bit early, so we battled from like 11pm to 2am, maybe 2:15am. Did I say “battled”? I mean it. It was three hours of me dominating her, biting her neck and destroying any will to resist me. Many times she comes (reminder: she climaxes every minute or two) she squeezes her legs together and clenches her pussy, pushing me away. And I fought back every time, not letting her push me out but pushing harder to get deeper and take what’s mine. Fuck yes. She’s half cute little girl, half dirty little slut, and I’m turning myself on, thinking about her. She had at least two “news” and a few “biggests.” I blasted ropes of cum across her the first time I came, and the second time masturbated onto her perky tits while she cupped them with her hands and squeezed them into big pointy globes. Damn, I want those tits right now.
Some other things happened. For 10 minutes, I didn’t dominate, but she blew me, and showed that in reality, she owns me. It was early–we hadn’t taken off the teddy yet. Like a while ago, she lay down flat and I was on my knees, so she could rub her clit on the bed while she took me deep. This meant that I could see her tight little ass the whole time–again, framed in pink lace, jiggling and jolting every time she came. She brought me to the edge at least three times, but didn’t send me over the top, and let me go when I needed to get away, making it easily the longest I’ve ever been down her sexy, silky throat. Meanwhile, she came a bunch of times. Toward the beginning I said “take me deeper than you ever have” and she indicated that maybe this wasn’t the night for that … so I said “then do whatever turns you on” and that set her wild; she made herself come over and over while slamming me in and out, fast and hard and deep. I hung on as much as I could, then begged for her to let me go. She acquiesced, paused and then kept going, and I had at least five more minutes of heaven. Baby, I love you so much. Nobody sucks cock like you do.
Last thing. She squirted. I didn’t see it happen (we were fucking missionary), and she wasn’t aware of it while it was happening. I mean obviously she was coming, but she didn’t know about the squirting. I felt the wetness on me and then the bed, and the wetness pattern was clearly a splash, not a ropey string, and anyway it was way too much to be my pre-come. Once, a while ago, I thought she may have, but it was not very much, so I wasn’t sure. This was undeniable. Sweet, this is everything. There is nothing more I can ask of you: you give me everything I could ever want. Although you did tell me that you wore string bikinis in high school and I’ve never seen that, and I deserve to.
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